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From: nowak@Nyiq.net (Jonathan S. Nowak)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.hetero
Subject: Zarah, The Hypnotist (FEMDOM, HYPNOSIS) (GET THIS ONE!!!) - zarah.txt [1/1]
Date: 6 Dec 1995 13:19:47 GMT
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             ZARAH - A personal fantasy                       

                        I.  At the Nightclub

     I had only recently started dating a woman named Brenda whom
I'd met at a party.  This was a compact gal, in real good shape
physically, chestnut-haired with an acerbic sense of humor I
really dug.  She's a feisty, feminist-type (with a great
physique, by the way), who enjoyed being in charge of things.  I
myself am fairly easy-going, so I didn't mind being dictated to,
at least, if I could count on some good times in bed eventually!
     She called me one afternoon and said she wanted to visit a
certain club that evening.  She asked me if I wanted to join her.
     "There's a weird woman there who does a psychic kind of
act," she informed me.  "A couple of my friends have been several
times, and they really rave about this stuff."
     The "club" turned out to be well out of town, in a nice
suburban shopping strip, with a small, inexpensive marquee
reading:  "All this month:  Marvelous Mentalist Madame Mesmere!" 
Inside were bar, tables, and a small stage at one end, on which
the act was already progressing.
     "Madame Mesmere" was a small, somewhat sharp-featured exotic
face with dark, wide-set eyes and full but controlled mouth, set
atop a nice figure only half-hidden by a long silken garment
which closed at the neck.  There was a complete self-assurance
about this woman.  It seemed more than just performer's 
chutzpah.  Every gesture, every nuance of her voice lent
authority and power to this small figure.
     She was having her "victims" act like rock stars, take off
their shoes without realizing it, and all the other standard
stage hypnotic stunts.  I was still enthralled, even through the
corny routines.  I had seen a lot of movies and read a lot about
hypnotism, but I'd never actually been in there "in the 
flesh."   I'll explain more about my preoccupation later.
     After some tacky spoon-bending stuff, the lights were
lowered further, and a "volunteer" from the audience, a
middle-aged woman with a very respectable figure, was enlisted by
the performer to aid in "a mystifying presentation of true
telepathy."  This woman gave her name, "Lily," in a timid voice,
but I figured her to be an assistant planted in the audience.  I
was wrong.
     Lily stood with her back to the audience, and "Madame"
proceeded to hypnotize her.  She spoke softly to the "subject"
for a short while, and took both Lily's hands in her own palms. 
Then her voice and personality suddenly became quite firm and
commanding, as she gazed intently at Lily.  She rocked slightly
sideways, back and forth in front of her and spoke aloud:
     "Lily, you see nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing outside
of the two of us now," she intoned in a deep, gentle voice. 
"Watch me now, see only me  ...  that's it, and now you can just
let yourself go, rocking  ...  swaying  ...  you find you are
rooted to the floor  ...  now just a few more seconds  ...  
there we go, Lily, now sway ver-r-ry gently now left  ...  now
right  ...  now left  ...  right  ...   close your eyes now, dear 
...  they're so-o-o heavy  ...  left  ...  right  ...  " and so
forth.
     As her stream of suggestions droned on and on, I noticed
with a small start that I had been swaying myself!  I was
instantly breathing hard, my face was hot with embarrassment, but
I couldn't remove my eyes from Lily's pliant form.  Back in the
safe darkness of the audience, I felt secure from view or
ridicule.  The phenomenon of hypnotism has always had a very
strong sexual connotation for me.
     As the subject's sway grew more pronounced, "Madame" stepped
closer, and spoke in a voice only the woman could hear.  Very
soon Lily's hands were straight down at her sides, and her head
had lolled backward till her face pointed up at the ceiling.  A
chair was quickly pushed up behind her knees, which buckled
gently, and Madame guided her backward into the seat.
     With a few more theatrical passes and firmer commands,
Madame Mesmere swiveled Lily around till she faced outwards into
the audience.  Lily's face was placid, eyes closed, head upright
now, and her hands rested along the chair arms.  One hand slipped
off and dropped toward the floor like a stone..  It hung there
until Madame returned it to position.
     A mind-reading bit followed, with the robotic voice of Lily
giving answers to questions on cards passed up from the audience. 
The mental act concluded, the show came to an end.  I had been so
caught up in my own reverie I actually remember very little of
the mind-reading, but "Madame Mesmere" had made a definite
impression on me.  As the house lights came up, I noticed several
other patrons shaking themselves loose from a daze.  One or two
were still slumped over in their chairs!
     "The power of the mind is limitless," intoned Mesmere,
looking outwards at the audience, "the power to control, or to
give up control  ...  to give up all control  ...  but now we
should all feel alert and brisk as we leave our cocoon and rejoin
the outside world.  I know you're all fully awake now!"  and she
gave a couple sharp handclaps into the microphone, and left the
stage, to scattered applause.
     After the show, I finally paid attention to Brenda again.  I
learned that she thought she had "gone under" during the program,
and still felt somewhat woozy.  I worried that there were
residual effects, and contacted the stage manager.  We were given
directions to the woman's dressing room, and made our way
backstage then and there.
     "Madame Mesmere" had a very comfortable suite for such a
small club.  The woman turned out to be just as imposing offstage
as on.  Her direct gaze seemed to penetrate all disguises and
pretexts.  She introduced herself to us as "Zarah."
     I explained on my date's behalf, as she had become
(unusually) tongue-tied.  Brenda was quite flushed, I might say,
and as she leaned briefly against the door jamb to Zarah's room,
I noticed that her breathing was hurried.   Our eyes flicked
nervously around the backstage suite.
     The room contained a wide lounge chair, more like a sofa,
and seated upon it was Lily, the woman from the recent
performance.   Next to her slumped a rather thin blond girl. 
They were obviously still entranced, for the thin girl's frizzy
head was laid on Lily's shoulder, eyes tightly closed, while the 
lovely, rather dark-set eyes of the older woman were blinking
rather slowly and regularly in a languid manner.  Neither
acknowledged our entrance at all.
     Speaking to us, Zarah said:  "As you can see, Brenda, the
phenomenon you now experience is not unusual.  Unexpected strong
responses to my technique come to my attention often.  I was just
in the process of clearing these good ladies of all residual
effects, and if you will wait a moment outside, I will attend to
you as well, my dear girl."  My date nodded, and turned to leave.
     Zarah's voice was very flexible, and there was a depth and
smoothness to her speech that I found very appealing.  As she
spoke I was struck by the absolute directness and frankness of
her gaze.I knew somehow that, as I stood before her, she was
assessing me!  She came to some decision quickly.
     "Go on now, James, isn't it?"  she commanded.  "You may
return in a few moments."
     As we were retreating, I caught a startling glimpse in the
corner of the dressing-room mirror.  Zarah had moved to stand
behind the sofa.  She brushed her hands down the blonde's face
and neck, and I swear I saw them slide momentarily down the front
of her sweater!  As the door closed behind us, I was more
flustered than Brenda, who seemed oblivious to the scene.  Had
she missed the reflection?  She must have, and I suddenly decided
not to mention it.  Zarah had treated Brenda almost as a child,
and my ordinarily prickly-pear date had not even batted an
eyelid!
     After a short while, the door opened, and the two ladies
emerged.  Lily nowseemed quite vivacious, and sparkling, while
the thin girl lowered her face, and muttered an embarrassed
"Excuse me," as they left the theater.  I watched them leave,
wishing I could have that power, to have women offer themselves
up to me, helpless to resist.  I was suddenly quite horny.
     While I had been woolgathering, daydreaming about brushing
my hands all over a hypnotized woman, Brenda had hurried back
inside, closing the door.  After a few moments, I got up enough
courage to poke my head inside.  The women had apparently retired
to the rear of the suite, and I crept inside, breathless with
anticipation.  I was not disappointed.  I heard the hypnotist's
"stage voice" intoning continuously in the back room.
     "Of course there is no embarrassment or shame in being
susceptible to hypnosis  ...  it's so natural and helpful, really 
...  you know many people around the country find that as they
listen closely to my voice, they can understand their feelings
much better, just as you can now, can't you Brenda?  Can't you my
dear?"
     There was a soft murmur in response.
     "You may speak up, Brenda  ...  how do you feel just now 
...  just now?"     "I'm not sure  ...  it's unusual  ...  sort
of dreamy  ...  everything's far away  ...  "
     "Yes, everything will recede far, far away for you  ...  you
can hear me and see me with your deeper awareness, while you send
your upper layers off far  ...  farther and farther  ...  you'll
find now that it's very easy to keep looking into my eyes right
here, Brenda  ...  far-r-r away to some lovely, floaty drifting
place  ...  especially the eyes, Brenda  ...  you are fixated on
my glance, I see, your body feels light as a feather, wrapping
you now in a downy, drowsy trance state  ...  deeper and deeper
as you gaze  ...  deeper under my control  ...  "
     I peeked around the door.  They stood almost toe-to-toe. 
Zarah's forefingers massaged my date's temples, running lightly
but firmly now and again down her jawline and back upwards.  As
she talked to Brenda her fingers concentrated their circling
feathery touch around her brows and eyelids, which were blinking
slowly now.
     "You're responding perfectly now, Brenda.  Now let yourself
be aware of just that la-a-ast little bit of resistance in your
eyelids  ...  that la-a-ast tiny bit of tension as your eyelids
feel so-o-o-o intolerably heavy  ...  oh yes, I see they are hot
and flushed as they want to close  ...  you will lo-o-o-ove this
experience, my dear.  I know how go-o-od it feels to give up all 
control, your heavy, heavy eyelids are so-o-o leaden as you
respond only to me Brenda  ...  feel them burn now?  Yes-s-s  ... 
ever so heavy!  ...  they are watering and burning  ...  watering
and burning so-o-o-o  badly  ...  you feel that any second they
must close down softly and drowsily, Brenda  ...   you love
drifting and floating  ...  so impossibly heavy aren't they?  ...
you may begin to yield now  ...  go a-a-allll the way down."
     Brenda was clearly making no effort to resist the other's
instructions.  Her breathing was uneven and shallow, her
cheekbones glistened with moisture from watering eyes which now
fluttered and blinked rapidly.  The mentalist stroked her temples
just over the ears.  Each light stroke seemed to pull my date's
head forwards into the intense gaze of Madame Mesmere.  
     Now Brenda's body jerked a little, then swayed from the
ankles suddenly towards the hypnotist, who quickly kept her
upright merely by holding one finger against Brenda's forehead. 
The eyes closed, and a shuddering sigh told me that the trance
was now complete.  
     "Wait there rooted to the floor now, my dear,"  was the next
command, given in a louder voice.  Think nothing, hear nothing,
dream nothing until I address you again.  You see I can have you
remain standing straight and tall without falling.  Go deeper and
deeper  ...  deeper and deeper automatically  ...  obey me,
Brenda  ...  you may safely obey me completely!"  
     Madame quickly turned her head, and she saw me before I
could retreat.  Watching Brenda hypnotized close up had given me
a bulging hard-on, and as the mesmerist came to join me in the
front room, I held my coat in front of me.
     "I've encountered voyeurs before, but none so fetching as
you!" were her first surprising words to me.    Looking me up and
down (I fancy she approved, as I've never been called wanting in
the masculine looks department), she turned and walked towards
the sofa, beckoning me to follow.
     "I really think I should go  ...  we should go  ...  we
drove here together  ...  " I mumbled unconvincingly.  My face
burned in embarrassment.
     Mesmere chuckled.  "There's more to this than you are
letting on  ...  James, isn't it?  I find that little talents are
appealing to many men, yes, and women too  ...  some think it
strange  ...  "  and her left hand found its way suddenly under
my coat, brushing against my still-erect penis through my 
pants!  The assault made me gasp, I stepped backwards, and would
have fallen if the hypnotist's other hand had not grasped me
strongly by the lapel and held me up.
     "I'd better set you straight on a couple of important
points," she murmured, extracting her hand smoothly.  "I have
extensive experience in all forms of trance and trance induction,
James," she said.  "I offer everything from public demonstrations
in hospitals and psychology departments to rather  ... 
specialized personal consultations.  I can see confusion and not
a little embarrassment in you  ...  tell me now, what's this,"
and she looked pointedly at my lap, then back up straight at my
face, "what's this all about?"
     "  ...  I  ... "   No coherency yet, but I soon found myself
speaking frankly to her.  I know now that I had already
surrendered some of my personal control to Zarah, but at the time
I found it surprisingly easy to confide in her, quite quickly!
     I have had a fascination with the phenomenon of hypnosis
since some incident in very early age, and find that the sight of
a person undergoing trance has a strong sexual effect on me  ... 
I don't know why.  I know that I watched movies in which people
were spellbound with almost religious ecstasy.  As I spoke,
Madame held onto my arm, and sat me back on the sofa, as if I
were handicapped.  She nodded warmly to me.
     What power she suddenly projected!  The full force of her
personality was staggering.  I had really forgotten all about my
"date," so self-absorbed was I at that moment.  Of course, the
mentalist was experienced at reading faces.
     "Hypnosis is a type of seduction, James," she nodded,
"especially in my life too!  ...  but I use it solely for my own
pleasure.  Observing the mechanisms of control and submission,
those are my passions  ...  and they are very strong passions for
me indeed  ...  as I see they are to you, though you hadn't known
until this  ...  very  ...  moment  ...  Control, and  ...  deep,
deep submission  ...  yes  ...  submission  ...  those who can
respond quickly and very deeply truly are gifted  ...  that's
right, James, it's a very special gift, you know  ...   to be
able to surrender control  ...  to relax and submit  ...  to
submit to firm, gentle control ..."  
     I was suddenly aware that I had not blinked in several
minutes, and was sitting way back in my chair.  I shook my head
slowly to try and clear the cobwebs I felt forming.  Zarah gave a
small friendly smile.  Defensively, I blurted out that I felt
uneasy in the dressing room, when anyone could come in and see
us, but I know my demurrer was half-hearted at best.  She gave a
small, friendly smile, and reached out to take my coat from off
my lap.  As she hung it over her chair, she continued her spiel.
     "Your masculine instinct to assert domination is naturally
strong, yet there is a yielding side even in the most
aggressive,"  Zarah said.  "Usually in my various tour cities, I
observe people like you in my audience during a performance.  I
may keep up a ... personal contact with the most  ....  rewarding 
...  prospects.  I often arrange  ...  how shall I call it  ... 
small private 'seances' in my hotel suite, or in their homes. 
Many of my hosts are glad to invite me back  ...  although some
are not truly aware of why they have done so.."  Her gaze burned
me yet again, and I felt my cock respond with a surprising surge. 
I must have blushed.  She changed the subject abruptly.
     "You don't know Brenda yet, do you?  I mean know her
intimately, as an erotic being?  She arouses you, I can see that 
...  but you and I are already very intimate ourselves, aren't
we?  The two of you seem alike in a curious way  ...   very
well-favored in face and physique, but perhaps a shyness, and a
self-centered nature  ...  Well, if we are to know each other
better, you will soon find yourself abandoning such confining
attitudes."
     She nodded, still gazing right at me, and I found my head
nodding its agreement.  Really, I was had almost stopped paying
attention to her words, her voice was so warm!  It deepened more
now, as if it were coming through a tunnel.  Her unblinking gaze
seemed to pass right through my body.  Her eyes had lost their
focus, and looked right through me, as if into infinite reaches 
beyond.
     "Submission is just the alternate side of dominance, James,
just like Yin and Yang.  I respect man's need for both; indeed, I
often attend submission rituals to which I give my own self-ness
up.  You might eventually see this other side of me, which would
give me pleasure, but right now, I prefer being in charge.  You
and lovely Brenda need to learn these sides of yourselves better,
and I, James  ...  well, I am perfect in the teacher's role  ... 
perfect for you  ...  I know you'll enjoy your revelations  ... 
and I'm never wrong  ...  never  ...  ."
     As these words flowed on and on, there seemed to be a woolly
sort of buzz in my ears, which shut out other sounds.  In the
heavy silence, I became partially aware that I hadn't moved in
what seemed like hours!  I didn't even think of moving, I felt so
lazy.  Had she been talking for a short time, or forever?  I felt
comfortable and lethargic, yet more sexually aroused than before. 
Curiously, I felt that my sexuality need no longer be concealed 
...  even in front of a stranger.
     The outside world of the nightclub sounds now slowly drifted
back into my awareness.  Zarah nodded at me.  And Brenda was now
standing right by my sofa, apparently still asleep!  When had she
come in?
     "James  ....  stay perfectly still for a few moments  ... 
that's right, just stay in your chair, so comfy, isn't it?"  came
a warm, deep voice, as if from a distance, yet at the same time
right inside my head!  I remained seated, unconcerned now with
any outside events, as the hypnotist moved over beside Brenda,
and began murmuring softly right into her ear.  My date's eyes
were tightly shut, and her head nodded to the words.
     "I'm sure I can promise that a new world of unexpected
pleasure and gratification will soon be open to you,"  said Zarah
to me.  "When you take Brenda home, you will participate in an
interesting demonstration she will show you.  Don't take
advantage of her tonight, though, will you  James?"
     My head shook in agreement, as if by its own accord.
     "Just accept what happens for now, and we'll talk at greater
length later  ...  Brenda, kneel down right here, now."  Miss
Feminine Equality dropped instantly to her knees, eyes still
closed, at the command.  
     "James, your body is motionless, but I know that you're very
aroused,"  spoke the hypnotist.  "Brenda, I want to awaken some
very very deep senses in you now.  I want you to lean forward,
and smell something very special.  You will shortly take in a
very powerful and special scent."  She gently pushed 
Brenda's head towards my lap, and continued:  
     "Inhale, hold it in, exhale  ...  again  ...  and again now. 
Hold in that smell, live that wonderful odor, let it penetrate
you to your deepest, deepest core.  Go on, Brenda, deeeep, deeeep
breaths now  ...  it's a very powerful musk that James exudes,
isn't it?"  Brenda nodded quickly, still on her knees next to me. 
Her breathing seemed very loud all at once.  The  irresistible 
voice droned on:
     "James, you are so horny, now!  What a powerful looking
bundle you have there, and such a strong odor too.  So unnatural
to keep it confined so very tightly  ...  let it out, please. 
You must be bursting  ...  yes you look about to burst!  You'll
find you can quickly move your hands now.  Hurry, unzip it, let
it pop right out  ...  there you go  ...   my my!" she said, as
my fingers flew to do her bidding.  "What a lovely erection!  It
looks so tingly now, is it tingly and aroused, James?  Yess-s-s-s
it's tingling, I see it's throbbing quite strongly!  Just look at
it quiver and try to stand up even stiffer now  ...  stiffer  ... 
stiffer and stiffer, James!  Brenda is in heaven with the strong
smell of your musk as you now become even more aroused.  I love
to see a beautiful naked penis like yours pulsing, pulsing right
up into the air, straight up in the air, it shows how very
responsive and free you have become to me, in just a short time! 
I will touch it now, and you may then release your semen."
     Zarah pushed Brenda's face even closer to my erection.  The
girl was inhaling, and releasing each breath with an audible
sigh.  Her torso trembled slightly.  She leaned forward, and I
jolted as her nose touched my shaft!  Go on, I heard in my
innermost thoughts, I must, the urge is strong  ...  let it 
come now, I want to let it all go!
     Zarah's soft hand touched my cock, tickled the glans and
rubbed lightly over its length, as I threw my head back, and held
my breath.  The electric feel of orgasm quickly overtook me.  A
few more touches, and she left my organ jerking into mid-air.
     "Tingling  ...  tingling and burning  ...  burning and
pumping, pumping  ...  there it comes pumping out now!"  chanted
the hypnotist.
       I felt the hot liquid burning me, forcing its way up, up
my shaft  ...   surging up  ...  surging and now shooting out and
up, onto the floor, dribbling back down my slimy shaft, flowing
out and over my hardness, pulse after hot pulse.
     My heaving chest finally stilled.  I knew I was almost
laying back across the couch, but I felt as if I would never want
to move again  ... I was that drained!  Brenda had left the room
while Zarah helped me clean myself off as my dick slowly shrunk
under her knowing gaze.  She zipped me up, held my chin, and 
burned through me again with those eyes.  The most blissfull
warmth surged into my head from her fingers resting in easy
possession of my very being.
     "My, James, what a powerful ejaculation you possess!  I envy
the recipient of such a strong, burning jet of lust and love  ... 
"  I smiled sleepily and sighed in blissful release.  She tugged
at my hands suddenly now.  "All right, you may come right out of
your chair now, out of your trance and up, back completely with
us now.  Up you come, here you come, James  ...  there!  Feels 
good, doesn't it?  Why don't you just wait outside for a minute,
and you may drop Brenda off at her apartment.  It's great to feel
so completely alert now  ...  off you go!"
     I couldn't speak, my shock and amazement at my exhibition
was so profound.  I dutifully left and waited at a nightclub
table, ordering a milkshake, which I greedily gulped down.  
     When Brenda emerged after about fifteen minutes, she seemed
as animated as had the woman earlier.  She chattered gaily away
as we took a cab to her apartment.
     "You know, I think I was a little sucked in by that show
this evening, Jim," she mused.  "I'm glad we got that lady to
bring me back to my senses!  Damn, how did it get to be so late? 
I've got an early class tomorrow.  Just drop me off at the
apartment, okay?  I better sleep it off."
     She seemed as stand-offish as ever, giving no signals that I
should put the moves on her.  She had clearly no memory of the
events in the dressing room.  The cab arrived, and she asked me
to see her to the door.
     Inside her foyer, she had tilted her head towards me for a
kiss, when I saw it hit her.  Her eyes glazed suddenly, and her
voice thickened.  "James, I feel so tingly all of a sudden  ... 
whoo!"  As our lips met, her tongue surprised me by thrusting its
way into my mouth.  The kiss lasted and lasted, her breath coming
quicker, and then:
     "There, that's for being so understanding, and this  ... 
and this  ...  " her voice stopped, and she dropped to her knees
in front of me, her eyes closed.  She rubbed her face against the
renewed lump in my trousers, inhaled deeply, and sighed.  Her
voice became higher and more girlish.
     "This is your  ...  cock, isn't it  ...  your thick, long
cock  ...  it feels so-o-o hard and smells so-o-o-o good  ... 
Jimmy, I wish I could suck it  ...  slurp it right into my mouth
now  ...  " 
     She burrowed her nose into my crotch again.  Her voice was
muffled as she seemed to want to climb right into my underwear. 
"O-o-ooh  ...  I'm hungry for it, Jimmy  ...  it could sli-i-i-de
right in  ...  right between my lips  ...  "  Another deep
inhalation.  "I wish I could feel it spurt into me  ...  spurting
and spurting  ...  it would make me co-o-o-ome  ...  "  her voice
trailed off into quick panting, then silence.
     She gulped convulsively, and with a final nuzzle, she stood
up, shivered, and seemed to snap out it a quickly as she had went
under.  She tossed me a dizzy smile, and opened the elevator
door.     "Well, thanks again  ...  see you around!  Maybe I'll
buzz you next weekend, okay?"
     Without a backward look, she left me, throbbing there in the
lobby.  The taxi driver probably noticed me panting like a dog,
and left me to my own bemused reverie.  Needless to say when I
reached my apartment, it took just a few tortured seconds until
my penis, truly hard, was spurting a burning load over my
bathroom floor.  I slept fitfully that night, to say the least. 
My imagination worked overtime, as did my right hand.  Thank God
for Jergen's Lotion - the next morning, my room smelled like a
cherry!  I was so wrung out, I took the day off from work.        
                 Zarah - part II - Zarah's Office

     Several days passed while I tried to digest what had
happened to me that night.  I had been excited almost out of my
mind, and this much intensity had to have a reason.  I was
bewildered, and questioned my masculinity.  I felt as if I were a
real sicko to get that turned on by someone else's
helplessness... and even worse when I remembered my own
willingness to give up self-control!
     And through it all, the calm, intense face of Zarah remained
in my mind as if it had been burned there.
     I felt angry, that I had been taken advantage of, and
finally I summoned the nerve to visit the nightclub again, this
time without Brenda.
     I arrived about at the end of Zarah's last show, and sent
word backstage.  My heart lurched again when the waitress led me
back to that dressing room.  Zarah was alone, this time in her
street clothes.  I felt almost physically ill with emotion.
     "James, come in, please!" urged Zarah in a concerned tone. 
"You are very pale ... is something wrong?"
     Still, I couldn't speak, I was so afraid that communication
would begin to reforge that bond between us again.  I hung my
head in fear and shame, and did not meet her eyes.
     She handled it masterfully, rummaging around in her room,
chatting idly to me about her audiences, packing up some things
into drawers and cases, until she saw that I had recovered
somewhat.
     "James," she began again, "you know that nothing can be
mended until the damage has been examined.  I feel sure I know
the source of some of your discomfort, but my time tonight is
short, and I think you're not quite ready yet.  Why not visit me
at my office tomorrow evening about 5:30?"
     She handed me a card which read     
     ZARAH BRADFORD, PHD
     CONSULTANT
     
     and the address of a local motel.  She looked at me intently
for a moment, and said,
     "I have a suite there when I am residing in this city ...
Yes, I think tomorrow at 5:30 will be perfect, we can spend some
time together then.  Please be prompt, won't you?"  and ushered
me outside.  I saw her watching my car as I drove away, and I
shivered, I don't know exactly why.
     I drove to the luxury motel listed on the card at the
appointed time the next day.  I felt calmer now that I had seen
her again.  Zarah's suite had a small plaque on the door bearing
only the cryptic legend "Consultant."
     I was a little early for my meeting.  As I walked around the
building to the secluded entryway, I was brought up short by the
sight of a stunning, red-haired woman leaving.  She seemed quite
flushed, radiant, I might say, and as I approached, she leaned
briefly against the wall, and my gaze fastened upon her clothing. 
I had a quick view of a very well-filled t-shirt, and I lowered
my gaze to catch a glimpse of her butt ... I am a real ass
connoisseur.  I was rewarded (and amused) by the sight of
lavender panties showing well above the waistline of her trim
jeans.  Her side zipper was open at least halfway down its
length, revealing more lavender.
     The woman straightened her clothing, flashed me a
"drop-dead, buddy" smile, then brushed right past me and turned
the corner.  I hurried after her to check her rear elevation once
again, and was sneaking a peek around the building, when I heard
a soft voice behind me.
     "You must be James, yes?  Come on inside, please, we're on
rather a tight schedule tonight!"
     The slightly British accent belonged to a petite brunette
dressed in something white like a nurse's uniform.  Her gaze was
bright and direct, and she dazzled me with a 500-watt smile.
     As we entered the suite, she introduced herself as the
office assistant Katherine.
     "Zarah is waiting for you, James!"
     My glance swept across the outer motel room as we entered. 
Looking around, I noticed several bits of paraphernalia like a
spiral disk machine, a light bulb on a metronome, a crystal ball
on a stand and a small shelf of books on the subject of hypnosis.
     The "consultant" herself waited behind a large desk, and
waved me to a chair.  The setting was calculated to soothe, and I
felt myself settle into the large chair opposite Zarah, prepared
to state my case with authority and confidence.
     "Madame ... er, Doctor ... ."  What a joke!  I started out
with a stumble over her name!  She looked different in this
"office" setting, and yet ... that 
face!  Those eyes!  I felt confidence drain away.  And now she
spoke.
     "James, wait for just a moment now ... just compose yourself
... we just 
can't communicate while you're in this state ... I think I can
help you ... 
just look here ... that's it, right here  ... " and her direct
gaze drew my own 
eyes to hers..  She widened those magnificent orbs slightly.
     The sounds of the room seemed to shut themselves off as if
there were a 
volume control turned down somewhere.  I felt so calm!  I sank
back into my 
chair, and let myself take a deep breath.  Was she still talking? 
Who cared?  
Those eyes were so calm, so knowing ... I closed my eyes for just
a moment ... 
a long moment ...
     "There, that's much better!"  Her voice faded back into
focus as she 
continued:  "You are NOT entranced, James, but I know you'll find
it easier to 
speak frankly now."
     I smiled and nodded in response.  Everything she said just
seemed so 
right!  My head wasn't at all "wooly" as it had felt the other
night!  My 
thoughts seemed to sparkle with clarity.
     She proceeded to grill me politely.  I realize now that my
strange 
succession of violent emotions had left me off-balance, and Zarah
was using 
this confusion to elicit very personal and honest talk from me on
very short 
acquaintance.
     "James, I think I can sum up your fundamental questions
about me, and 
about your own needs,"  she said, finally.  "The simple term for
me is 
dominatrix.  You've heard that before, no?"
     I nodded, surprised at her blunt honesty.
     "As I said to you the other evening, I enjoy my abilities to
dominate and 
control others who are receptive to my influence.  I also enjoy
taking the 
other, submissive and obedient role occasionally!
     "Now you are discovering that the prospect of giving up
self-control is 
exciting to you.  You're not used to these emotions, because your
life and 
career have depended on structure and calculated control.  This
does NOT mean 
that you are less of a male, or less of a complete human ... in
fact, I think 
your experience will be richer for your acknowledgement!"  She
smiled warmly at 
me.
     "Your ability to surrender control frightens you, but only
because it has 
come as a surprise.  With more practice and insight, your
self-awareness will 
not feel unwholesome, but will be a rewarding and maturing
process!"
     I nodded.  This all seemed very logical and true.  She
chuckled.
     "James, you are so very responsive to me that I think you
have allowed 
yourself to go into trance without realizing it, haven't you?"
     Why, I thought, so I had!  How amusing!  How strange!  I
tried to speak, 
but my voice was husky all of a sudden.
     "I think ... I think you're ... right ... "
     "James," came the firm voice of command, "I will not allow
you to turn 
yourself into a slave!  I don't believe in any type of slavery! 
Now look at me 
closely, and listen with the very depth of your being!"
     I guess I leaned forward towards her glowing face, and
nodded.  Every 
sound now took on a crystal clarity and importance as her voice
penetrated 
every fiber of me!
     "There will come a time, sooner or later, when you know that
you are in 
complete control of your OWN self, your own maturity.  You will
find it easy to 
break loose from my or anyone else's influence whenever you know
it is right 
that you do so ... you can USE me and my knowledge to grow into a
more complete 
person."  She paused a moment, and lowered her gaze deliberately.
"While you 
CHOOSE to be my subject, I will show you new levels of sexual
fulfillment.  
Trance states are liberating as well as confining."
     "Liberating ... yes ... " I heard myself say.
     "James, your quick and trusting responsiveness is very
stimulating to me, my dear!  I am attracted to you physically,
and your particular turn-on is quite unusual.  Men like you don't
come my way often!  I do receive pleasure from command, but it is
a responsibility as well!"  She sighed, and swivelled her chair
away.  Instantly, I felt the "chain" break between us.  I shifted
position and cleared my throat.
     "You're going through a lot just now, but I know you welcome
sexual pleasure almost any time!"  she said over her shoulder. 
"You like to 'peep,' we both know that!  Now if you wish, you may
observe my next visitor from the back room, but you may make no
sound to disturb us until I give you leave to come in!  Go now,
and sit quietly just inside the door."
     Of course I hurried to obey.  I found a chair and pulled it
over to a crack in the door, in time to see Katherine usher in a
thin, nervous-faced girl.
     "Here's Penny to see you, Doctor,"  she trilled, and sat
herself down over in a back corner of the "office."
     "Hello, Dr. Bradford," said Penny hurriedly. "I'm glad that
you could schedule an appointment tonight on such short notice."
     "It was no trouble at all, dear," replied Zarah. "I often
take some evening sessions."
     Penelope chattered on with a few complaints about boyfriend
trouble, and, I gathered, some early childhood references, and
Zarah responded quite calmly.  In fact, over a very short time,
Penelope's voice lost its abrasive quality, and her herky-jerky
gestures slowed noticeably.  I could see Zarah's influence over
this woman was quite strong.
     "Penny, let's sit ourselves down and shake out some of that
tension, shall we?"  Zarah took Penny's hands into her own, and
my heightened perceptions picked up something in the woman's body
language that told me that she was already responding to Zarah's
influence.  Her darting gaze now rested more calmly on Zarah's
strong face, and in a lowered voice she assented.
     Zarah continued,"I'm glad you feel that this is a relaxing
place you can come to shake out of these dark moods.  You are
obviously feeling more relaxed just standing here.  Most of my
clients shake off these tensions very quickly 
... you feel better now, don't you dear?  Shall we move over to
our work area 
now."
     Hand in hand, the two women took slow steps towards a low
padded stool.  
My penis was already riding up hard inside my trousers.  Penelope
was under 
Zarah's control already!  She sat slowly down on the stool, and
Zarah knelt 
down smoothly in front of her.
     "Penny, just watch me for a few more moments ... yes, just
for a few more 
long moments ... watch me a little longer, dear ..." as her voice
quickly 
assumed a lower, seductive purr ..."while I help you with your
tensions.  Watch 
me carefully, Penny .... very carefully ... that's right, dear, I
can feel your 
fingers gaining warmth as those arms get calm, relaxed and heavy
... very 
heavy, aren't they?  Do you feel that weight?  You do, my dear
Penny, you feel 
that very heavy weight in your arms.  You can feeel that
heaviness just now, 
Penelope ..."
     Penny nodded slowly.  Her eyes were unblinking.  I was very
hard, and my 
hand found the lump in my trousers quickly.  I touched myself
delicately as I 
glued my eyes on Penny.
     "You've done the right thing, my girl ... you arrived here
at the very 
time I suggested to you last week ... you don't remember my
suggestion, do 
you?"
     " ...  no ... I can't remember ... everything's fuzzy!"
     "Yes, fuzzy and warm ... you're a very good girl, aren't
you, Penny?"  
Another slow nod. "Of course you are.  I promised you some
excitement and 
fulfillment last week, and we'll have a wonderful time tonight. 
Ready, 
darling?  You can sink right into my gaze now, Penny, just let it
a-a-a-l-l go, 
and fa-a-a-ll right in as you've learned to do so very well ...
so very heavy 
those arms, Penny, I'll drop them to your sides now ... just let
their weight 
hang very lo-o-o-osely down there, they are hanging down, down,
down, so heavy 
you just can't move them at all..."
     Penny's unblinking eyes were fixed on Zarah's face.  White
showed all 
round the pupils, and her hands immediately dropped straight down
to her sides.  
Their faces were close together now.  Zarah held Penny's chin
gently. Her voice 
crooned and stroked.
     "You are fa-a-a-l-l-ling right into me now ... falling and
floating ... 
fa-a-a-l-l-ling and flo-o-o-o-oating ... . floating right into
your trance now 
... your eyes are open, and you see nothing ... and there you go
..."  and her 
voice faded softly into a profound silence.
     Penny's body leaned forward on her stool, almost touching
Zarah's.  Her lips were parted slightly, and her breathing seemed
very noisy in the hush.   Zarah now held their two faces apart
with just an index finger on the woman's forehead.
     "Close your eyelids now, take three deep breaths, and enjoy
that blissful 
feeling of complete submission to me.  Yes, Penny, you are mine
for a while 
tonight!"
     God, I was aroused, I pulled my rock-hard prick out of my
pants, just in 
time to let it spurt out violently against the door.  My face
felt red-hot, and 
I gave an involuntary grunt as the wonderful tingle subsided. 
When I had 
cleared up the goo, I felt so hot, I crept backward from the
door, and washed 
my face in the bathroom sink!
     Catching my breath, I returned to the door, to see that
Zarah had left 
Penny perched on her stool.  Katherine had taken a stance behind
the subject, 
and her fingers now rotated the girl's temples, and stroked
through her frizzy 
hair.  A blissful smile played over Penny's lips now.  Katherine
saw me at the 
door, and actually tossed me a wink!  She turned to Zarah, now
seated at her 
desk, and said, ignoring Penny:
     "He's cleaned himself up, Doctor!"
     "James, Penny sees and hears nothing but me ... you may come
back in now," 
said Zarah.  I edged inside, and waited at the door.
     "Penny, I wish now that you'll briefly and honestly
recapitulate your reasons for being one of my clients."
     Penny said: "I'd heard about some mysterious parties from a
girl friend of mine, who raved about you.  I've had many personal
problems in life meeting and getting to know men, and I can't
seem to hold up my end of any relationship, especially ... in ...
bed ..."  She actually blushed, and Katherine again stroked her
head briefly.
     "And in the four sessions we have had together Penny, how
much you paid or given me?"
     "I haven't paid you anything, mistress!  You turned down my
present that one time, too."
     "Yes, darling Penny, we both do what we do for our pleasure
and fulfillment!  and now Penny, now comes pleasure time!" 
chanted Zarah, whose face had taken on a slight flush. "Stand
up."
     The girl rose smoothly to her feet, eyes still closed.
     "I will that you disrobe before me."
     The girl's hands flew immediately to her buttons, zippers
and clasps, and within a minute stood over the small heap of her
clothing.  She seemed completely at ease in her nudity.  Her pale
skin showed few blemishes, just a smattering of freckles on her
shoulders, and over the upper side of her small bosom.  Her body
was softened in contour, and showed a small but definite bulge 
around the midriff.  Most people would never have displayed their
nakedness so readily in the harsh light of a strange room.
     "I will give you some literature about physical fitness
later, Penny," 
Zarah said. "You will read it, and you will soon find yourself
inspired to 
begin a modest program of exercise for yourself.  Do you
understand?"
     Penelope's head lowered in assent.
     "Good.  I just love your beautiful body, my darling!" Zarah
lowered her 
voice, and stepped directly next to the sleeping girl.
     "I wish to observe all of you very intimately now  You will
move your feet 
apart and stand straight and tall for me.  That's it, stepping
farther apart 
... farther ... perfect.  Now breathe slowly and deeply ten
times.  As you 
exhale you will say:  'I obey my mistress.'  Each breath and
repitition deepens 
my control.  As you feel all resistance evaporate, your two arms
will become 
weightless.  They will float right up into the air no matter how
you try to 
keep them down.  They will float freely.  You will love the
feeling that you 
have no control over them.  Begin your count."
     A long inhalation, then Penny's voice: "I will obey my
mistress ... I will 
obey my mistress ... I will obey ..."
     Zarah and her assistant moved around the girl, feasting
their eyes on her 
most secret places.  Soon one arm, then the other, jerked,
shivered, and rose 
up until they both hung in mid-air, drifting back and forth
slightly.  This 
pulled up and tautened Penny's breasts somewhat.  Zarah moved her
face right 
next to the torso, and breathed in Penny's scent from her
underarms, then 
brushed her lips with a feather-light touch along the outside of
one pale 
breast.  The girl seemed oblivious as she finished her chant and
stood waiting, 
head drooping towards her chest now, arms in mid-air.
     Katherine's small face was flushed now too.  She knelt, and
drew her own cheek across Penny's buttocks, again and again.  Her
own eyes were closed, and I noticed a pursing of her pretty
little mouth as she too inhaled of the sleeping girl's intimate
scents.
     "Tell me what you feel, dear," ordered the hypnotist.
     "I must obey you, mistress."
     I watched Katherine cover a recliner chair with some towels,
and Penny was now told to sit down.  She was soon lying back.  I
was erect again inside my trousers.  I moved closer to the scene,
but was forestalled by Zarah.
     "Penny, darling, open your eyes now."
     The blond head nodded slowly.  With obvious labor, the girl
blinked her eyes open.  Her placid face stared up at the ceiling,
with a small smile on relaxed lips.
     "You will lie here, and soon you become drowsy.  You will
feel so deliciously drowsy that your eyes will close, and you
will soon enter a very deep sleep, do you understand?  A true
sleep."
     "A chime will sound, and you will begin to enter a very
exciting dream, all to yourself.  This dream arouses you  ... 
it's a sexy dream, a very sexy dream, and it lasts and lasts. 
The first stage is slow, as your unconscious will provide you
with stimulating pictures and situations.  You'll be so hot 
and flushed!  You will feel those first pleasurable flutterings
of sexual arousal  ... 
     "The next chime will strengthen your dreamy sexual heat,
your mind will 
give you strongly arousing sensations and pictures.  Your body
can move only a 
little now.  You'll feel your ankles magically pulling apart,
separating, 
pulling your lovely legs right apart, until the ankles are
hooked, stuck tight 
to the outer sides of the chair.  The ankles will stick tight,
tight, tight.
     "As you feel your thighs part and lock themselves open, you
will be able 
to talk about your dream aloud, Penny."
     Another slow nod.
     "Beautiful, my dear, you will obey me perfectly.  Finally,
our last chime 
will provoke your dream to its height.  You will shortly feel a
real touch 
then, Penny.  This will release your deep sexual tensions, your
longing, 
yearning for release from the heights of excitement.  Yes, of
course you will, 
when you feel the touch ... the touch  ...  then at last you can
drowse and 
sleep again, sleep deeply and restfully until I awaken you,
feeling rested and 
refreshed.  Tell me you understand, and you will then obey."
     "I understand, mistress."
     Penny's next actions excited me still more.  She blinked and
squinted her eyes, yawned prodigiously, and with a sigh, turned
her head to one side.  Soon her body gave a sleep "jerk," and a
very cute little snore began puttering through her nose.  Her jaw
fell open slightly.
     I studied her face and watched the eyeballs roll upwards
into her head through her closed eyelids.  I was hard as a rock,
and moved very close to her face, but Zarah stopped me shortly
with a finger snap.  I knelt back and watched.
     Kathy sounded a little bell on the desk.  Soon, the eyeballs
jiggled, and began to flicker in the REM motions of the dreamer. 
Penny sighed, sighed again, and the corner of her mouth twitched. 
Suddenly, her lips puckered, and the tip of her tongue protruded. 
Once, twice, and twice more it stuck out and retreated.  It was
tightly curled, and the girl sighed again, this time with a low
murmur.  Her cheekbones flushed, and I actually watched a mist of
perspiration form on her upper lip.  The eyeballs were moving all
over now beneath tight lids, and Penny's breathing caught and
quickened.  One hand curled, and made a repetitive cupping and
stroking motion, half in the air.
     I was startled when she suddenly muttered to herself.  Her
knees were 
turned off to one side, but their muscles twitched and a heavy,
slow contortion 
cycle began.  The knees slid along each other, back and forth. 
The glistening 
tongue wet her mouth, which opened and delivered a long,
deepening kiss onto 
the air.  I wished it was me!
     The next chime brought forth a gasp from the naked girl.  I
watched her 
tits jiggle, and her tongue make a long licking motion.  Penny
inhaled deeply 
through her nose, and muttered "ni-i-ice  ...  so ni-i-i-i.." 
the voice 
trailed away, and with a groan, her head stiffened on its
extended neck.  I 
looked down.  One knee was lifting, and turning outward from the
other.  The 
sleeper's hands clutched at the armrest, and it seemed she was
trying to resist 
her dream, but slowly, inch by inch her feet crept outwards,
until her heels 
dropped over the edges of the footrest.
     I felt myself nearing orgasm, but a sharp flick on my neck
from Zarah acted like a douse of cold water on my fevered
genitals.  I moved my face very close to the twitching form, and
watched the belly muscles clench and loosen.
     A little voice just above me made a cooing sound, and a very
young Penny spoke:  "O-o-o-o, I want to lick it again, Bobby  ... 
come up here so I can lick and suck it!  Want to close my legs,
but they're stuck, n-n-ngh.."
     I studied her thigh muscles as they clenched mightily, with
the buttocks, 
and the knees tried to pull inwards, but of course lost the fight
against 
Zarah's command.  Again and again Penny tried to close up,  and
she begged 
"Bobby" to "please rub me there again with that thing  ... 
that's it ... up 
and dowwwn ... oooh, it feels so hot!"  I realized that  she was
undergoing 
some form of vision involving a boy she knew.
     "Let me close, oh please, Bobby!  I'm so-o-o horny!  I'm
very horny,  I 
can't get them closed,  I'm so open, I'm wider open, wider, wi-ii 
...  " her 
voice trailed off, and I breathed in great clouds of fragrance
from her 
distended pussy.  She no longer tried to close, but her butt
muscles continued 
their unceasing clenching.  They raised and lowered her beautiful
slickened 
flower slightly into the air, their petals protruded well past
the dark blond 
hairs now, they were indeed an angry red color.
     "I'm wide, wide, wider open for you now," gasped the voice
hoarsely, bring it there, tickle me with it  ...  a- a-h-h-h  ... 
tha-a-a-t's  so-o-o  go-o-o-od  ...  so-o-o good!  You're gonna
Sli-i-i-ide it ... sli-i-i-ide it deep inside, sliding right up
inside me  ...  ooooohhh, do it slo-o-o-owly  ...  
that's it  ...  torture me  ...  torture  ...  "
     As she babbled on to her dream lover, I actually saw little
squirts of liquid like saliva dribble out along her pussy lips! 
A dark purple clitoris 
was stone-hard and begging to be sucked.  It demanded sucking!
     "I fe-e-e-el it, honey, I fe-e-e-ellll  it," crooned the
subject.  Her 
inner thighs had begun a cycle of very slight vibration, like a
tiny wave of 
quivers.  This happened again and again.  The towel beneath her
clenching 
pelvis was dark with moisture.  Her voice came again, it was
almost a whimper.
     "I gotta come, lover ... I'm so-o-o ready!  I want to come
now!  I can't 
wait, do it, do it!"
     I stared fixedly at Zarah, and received a gesture of
approval.  I pushed 
my face right up in between those glistening buttock muscles.  I
inhaled 
deeply, then flicked softly at her little button with my tongue. 
The reaction 
was instantaneous.  Something hot squirted onto my chin, and the
hips froze 
above the chair, locked in an amorous rigor, a paralysis of
ecstasy.
     Another flick, and another squirt.  Penny was hoarse,
gasping aloud "I'm 
wider and wider, wider and wider, wi-i-i-i-i-ia-a-a-a--
n-n---ngh!"
     The vulva spurted again, and the thighs snapped shut. 
Penny's suddenly-
freed heels drummed on the footrest, and she drew her pelvis
upward, till my 
mouth was directly planted on her clit.  I slurped on it loudly,
and felt it 
throbbing, throbbing, throbbing, as she quaked in her sleep, and
cried with 
pleasure.
     My dick was quivering.  Zarah pulled me up and away from the
girl, now flushed but quiet again.
     "James, you must go home right now.  I think you've seen
enough for tonight.  When you get into bed tonight, you will
masturbate, of course?  Yes, you will have to masturbate, and
you'll find now that you can reach your orgasm simply to the
sound of my voice in your memory ... urging you to release your 
powerful juicy pump, just as you did at the theater.  Yes, you'd
better get home and release all that burning, bursting tension. 
Drive safely, enjoy yourself ... and return here tomorrow night
about eight."
     I immediately thanked Zarah for the experience.  As I left
the suite, I saw Katherine lifting Penny's knees apart, and
draping them over the arms of 
her recliner.  Oh, man, I was hard as iron again!
     It was about ten when I arrived home.  No TV ... no
toothbrush ... no 
mixed drink ... I just dropped my clothes on my way upstairs to
my bed.  I sank 
back naked onto the sheets, and just lay there..  I found myself
studying my own 
organ as it bulged up into the air.  Each knob and vein stood out
along the 
shaft.  Tingles and hot vibrations washed up and down its
purpling length, as 
it jerked and twitched before my eyes.
     I didn't touch it at all, but found myself "pretending" to
be controlled 
by Zarah.  Each time I heard the Voice say "clench," I let my
cock tighten, 
then relax.  I contracted my ass a few times, then gave in to all
the 
stimulation I'd received.
     I was so ready, so ready to come!  I was closer to the
"point" ... closer 
... the jerking had stopped, and I stuck up into the air ...
waiting ... 
staring at my cock and waiting ...
     And now I was over!  I no longer had the ability to hold
back.  I heard 
Zarah say clearly: "James, you feel hot lava rising up your
length ... up ... 
up ... hold yourself back one last instant ... up it comes ... up
... up ... up 
... now watch closely as your cock spurts helplessly!  Spurt and
come!"
     And there it came!  One pearly blob dribbled down from my
opening, then a 
large ropy thread of white hot liquid shot out.  Drops landed on
my upper arm 
as it lay clenched at my side.  They felt scalding.  Another jet,
then I felt 
myself actually swoon as more dribbles of semen pooled onto my
belly and pubic 
hairs.  My limbs shuddered but I felt I couldn't move them an
inch, and I think 
I cried a little, the sensation was so powerful!
     My gasping soon slowed and deepened.  I felt warm.  I
tingled.  I felt 
Zarah's influence lulling me, soothing me.  My penis sank towards
my belly.  
With each pulse, it jerked lower and lower.  Aftershocks still
caused me to 
clench myself, but as my eyes still stared at my relaxing cock, I
felt them 
droop.  I imagined hearing the command to become drowsy, and I
let myself 
murmur "Yes, Mistress," and immediately felt my eyelids swell and
begin to 
burn.  I found myself testing Zarah's control over me as I
strained to hold 
them open.  God, how they stung!  They squinted, they blinked,
and now they 
closed inexorably.  Sleep overtook me like a dark, comfortable
tidal wave, and 
I gave in to it with a last blissful sigh.
     Mary and Alice
     On my return next evening, I felt no more hesitancy.  I sat
back in my chair at the desk, and simply announced that I was
Zarah's for the taking.
     "May I watch you some more?  I'll do whatever you say!"
     The woman toyed with a pencil, then met my earnest gaze.
     "I know you will, James," she said, calmly.  "You came for
me last night, didn't you?"
     I nodded.
     "Something about you excites me," came the surprising
response.  "I shall have you in many ways, and you shall have me
... but not for a while, yet!  Still, you may observe me, in
silence, this evening."  I took a chair in a dimly-lit corner of
the room.  I was told to hold a yellow legal pad, and pretend as
if I were taking notes.
     "Quite soon, you'll find you can drop the pretense, James,"
said Zarah.  "I shall complete my induction quickly tonight.  One
client is quite ripe, and 
the other shall follow along soon, I trust."
     Soon the receptionist entered, escorting the striking
redhead I'd seen 
last night, and a pert, young blonde of no more than eighteen
years, that would 
make anyone's mouth water.  Both had close-cropped hairdos, and
they held 
hands.  Zarah greeted the elder as Mary and the girl was
presented to her as 
Alice.
     I wasn't brought into the meeting, but was waved at by
Zarah, and 
described as her recording secretary.  I was soon ignored, and
gleaned from the 
conversation that Mary had dragged her girl friend to meet this
"guru," so she 
could learn some of Zarah's widsom.   Alice was still inquisitive
about me, but 
was rather brusquely shushed by the domineering Mary.
     The "clients" were seated in facing chairs, with Alice
placed in the 
recliner. The receptionist Katherine stood herself over near me. 
Zarah now 
poured a glass of wine for Mary, and sat down near Alice.
     "We'll just make some easy tests tonight, Alice," she said. 
"Let's 
measure your suggestibility index."  The girl nodded, clearly
impressed with 
Zarah's prowess.
     "Take this pendulum chain in your right hand, dear.  Now
watch it.  Watch 
it, and shut everything else out.  Just concentrate on the
sparkle and dance of 
the jewel down at the end of the chain.  Keep the chain very
still.  Very very 
still and quiet.  Feel it's weight ... a pendulum has weight and
mass, although 
very light.  Gravity pulls the gem and chain straight down toward
the center of 
the earth.  Wonderful!  You are doing very well, Alice.  Just
keep your whole 
hand and arm still as ever you can.
     "Watch the gem ... watch it's sparkly reflection.  Soon I
predict that 
without any effort at all it will begin to swing.  Watch it
carefully, but 
don't try to move it on purpose.  Watch it now as it begins
swinging back and 
forth all by itself ... all by itself ... watch for it ... watch
... there," 
Zarah observed, and indeed the crystal had begun a swing.  Alice
was motionless 
in her chair, and I noticed that Mary was watching the swinging
stone as well.
     "Now again, without any effort at all, we'll cause that
back-and-forth 
motion to become circular, the straight line of light will curve,
curve more 
and more, becoming an oval, than a circle, as the gem swings
round and round 
... round and round ... round and around."  The stone followed
the directions, 
changing directions quicker and quicker, until all Zarah had to
do was intone 
"circle," "across" and "back-and-forth," and Alice's hand would
respond.  She 
had fixated on it with intensity, her teeth were biting her lower
lip in 
concentration.  She was trying to keep her hand steady, she said,
and the 
motions of the stone were not her doing.
     "You see how receptive you can be ... and now, ver-r-ry
gradually you will 
soon notice a subtle tingle, a kind of warm tinglyness in that
hand, just a 
very faint tingle and a warm lightness spreading through that
hand and arm.  
Just listen to my voice now, dear, listen and lose any sense of
tension as we 
watch that swing together.  The regular swing and sway of the
line.  The line 
of light.  It's a pleasant sensation to let the world fade away
and focus down 
the light path.
     "You'll soon notice a tendency for the swinging pathway to
rise slowly 
right up in the air, for that gem to swing up slowly in front of
you higher and 
higher, rising up ... swinging up ... there, it begins now. 
Remember, you 
exert no effort at all, the rise is automatic ... all you have to
do is watch 
it happen.  Watch the light rise and swing, swaying back ... and
... .forth ... 
so slowly and steadily, slo-o-o-owly and steadily ... "
     That special powerful silence had spread through the office. 
Two pairs of 
eyes followed the gem as Zarah's voice grew deeper and slower,
more insistent, 
continuing her litany, We watched as Alice' hand began lifting
the chain 
higher.  Her eyes were round, and she seemed amazed, as if she
really didn't 
understand why the pendulum lifted.
     "As the light floats higher and higher in front of you, you
may hear the 
soft sound of deeper and deeper breathing in the room at this
point ... deep, 
relaxed, regular breathing as you focus all your deepest
attention on the light 
... deep, deeper and deeper attention.  Hear the breathing as the
chest rises 
and falls, the muscles relax, the body becomes attuned only to my
voice and the 
light ... the voice and the light ... very deeply relaxed now. 
The eyes locked 
tighter and tighter on the light.  Up it comes, up it comes. 
Follow it only 
with the eyes ... your head seems so heavy you find it can't move
... can't 
lift that heavy, heavy head ... only the eyes ... up and up and
up"
     Deep breathing was very loud now indeed.  With a heavy sigh,
Mary's head 
wobbled and swayed as she tried to hold it up.  She was aided by
the 
receptionist, who quickly but quietly moved behind her, steadying
her with soft 
fingers at the temples.  Mary's eyelids had long since closed. 
Soon, her head 
was lowered gently to her chest, where it hung there, motionless.
     Meanwhile Alice's eyelids were fluttering rapidly with
strain as her own 
arm lifted the swinging pendulum ever higher towards the ceiling. 
Only the 
whites below her pupils showed now.  Her lips were parted.  Her
arm was well 
above her drooping head, and the gem swung around every which
way, with a 
random jerkiness.
     "Follow it up, and the lids close right now, and now you are
attuned only 
to my voice and will.  You will close your eyes, and quickly
achieve complete 
trance ... there, my dear girl, you are so-o-o firmly under my
command and 
control ... a luscious, delicious feeling, to give up control
completely ... 
feel the luscious stroking warmth of my voice and will ... it's
washing over 
you, you are swept away, drifting ... drifting away on a warm,
sweet current, 
luscious and stroking and whirling ... "
     My prick was again rock-hard, as Zarah continued.  I was
rubbing it, when I felt a hand reach around and unzip my
trousers.  There was heavy breathing of another sort in my ear,
and Katherine's moist mouth almost brought me to climax as it
said into my ear:  "Can you spare me a few inches of that?  This
is such a turn-on, isn't it?  Here, put this on, quick!"  She
gave a quick kiss to my erect member, and slid over it a thin
condom.  Her tongue brushed my ear, and the hot breathy whisper
continued.
     "I'm almost ready to pop right now ... I never take long
when I watch Zarah work ... I'll show you, see?"  She stood in
front of my chair, her skirt hiked up around her hips, and I
could see a large damp area on her dark colored panties.  She
turned her back to me, and her plump mound was clearly visible 
through the thin material as she clenched her buttocks almost in
my face.  She leaned forward over a chair, keeping her long legs
tightly together, and as I pulled her panties down, she silently
motioned me to hurry and slide my long, rigid cock right up into
her.
     Zarah was moving to Mary now, murmuring steadily into her
ear, and kneading the back of her neck.  She raised a finger at
us to keep silence.  The head of my cock now slipped right
between the thick labia, into the dark, slippery tunnel, which
immediately started clenching and churning around my shaft.  I
drew fluttery fingertips up the rear of Kathy's legs, right up
from the back of her knees towards her damp cleft, again and
again, swirled them around lightly a bit to tickle her rear end,
which caused it to twitch like a 
horse's flank.
     One hand braced herself forward, while the other worked in
front.  I 
couldn't see it, but I felt her rubbing and tickling herself as I
slid backward 
and forwards.  I saw her nod frantically at me over her shoulder,
and I pulled 
out almost all the way, then spread her cheeks apart and gave one
slow deep 
final stroke, which triggered us both.  Her head lowered onto the
desk as she 
stuffed a forearm into her mouth.  I felt her stiff cunt hairs
scratch my balls 
as they drew in tight at my climax.  I bucked and pumped hot
liquid into the 
latex sheath.  Our muffled gasping earned us a wry smile from
Zarah.
     "I hope you have stamina, James, the night's not over yet,"
said the 
hypnotist, as Katherine left the office to clean up, kindly
returning with hot 
washcloth and towel for me as well.  I washed my overheated face
after sharing 
several exciting kisses from the willing lips of the
receptionist, and just 
shook my head at the amazing experiences I was having.
     "You may feel a little dizzy now, Alice, and we will help
you lie back, 
sink back in your trance now ... sink back ... " as Zarah raised
the swaying 
girl from her chair, and laid her back in her recliner.  As she
knelt next to 
the blonde, Katherine beckoned me outside into the night air.  I
went outside, 
and she favored me with more luscious smooches, drawing my hand
up under her 
skirt, where I encountered her thick labia, still quite damp and
slippery.  She 
raised one foot onto the low wall, and had me stroke and tickle
her little 
clitoris as we whispered together.
     "Oooh, James!"  she breathed, "I LIKED that experience!" 
Another series 
of kisses.  "I've never had a man while watching a trance!  You
know, I've been 
with Zarah for three years now, and she mostly works with women
here in the 
office ... I get so hot ..." and she wriggled herself around my
probing hand 
some more.  I let a couple fingers slide up inside her, and
twiddled them 
around, while still sliding my thumb lightly over her nubbin.
     "You know, I got very horny yesterday when you first came
over!  You're 
sexy looking, but you are vulnerable, and I don't go for the
super-stud types 
at all!  And when I watched you slip under her spell ... well, I
hope you and 
Zarah get on well, that's all.  Ooh, do that a little harder,
please!"  She 
gave a dainty, quiet shudder as her butt clenched around my hand. 
Her head 
rested on my shoulder, then with sparkling eyes, she led me back
inside.
     Zarah motioned for Katherine to withdraw a bit, and beckoned
me over to her two subjects.  They were both topless now, and
were standing, face-to-face, gazing into each others' eyes. 
Mary's pale bosom was picture-perfect in form and color, her
redhead's skin almost translucent, and the pale pink nipples now 
jutted forth as Alice's fingers circled lightly around and around
the aureoles.  Mary's fingers were performing similar figures on
the fleshy but youthful tits jutting out proudly from Alice's
chest.  The two women swayed slightly on stiff legs, but kept
upright.  Their mutual gaze never wavered, even as Zarah ran an 
intimate hand over both their asses, and whispered in their ears.
     Shortly the two had shucked their lower garments and, still
facing close 
together, resumed manipulating each other's bosoms in that
oh-so-light circular 
motion.
     Zarah motioned me closer, and indicated I was to have the
pleasure of 
removing two pairs of panties from two luscious asses.  As my
fingers worked 
the underwear down their legs, I felt their butt muscles subtly
squeezing and 
relaxing in a slow cycle.  My hands roamed over those tight
curves, and I 
suddenly felt envious of Zarah's control!  I wanted to assert
dominance myself!
     I moved right up between the two faces, and scrutinized them
closely.  
Mary's green eyes had now reacquired their glaze, and, very
infrequently, she 
would slowly blink.  Alice's eyelids were in sync!  She would let
her eyes 
close and reopen at the same time!
     Zarah's hand pulled me reluctantly back as I was imagining
being in total 
control of a woman like Mary ... of having her gaze helplessly at
me while she 
ached to do my bidding!  Zarah read my mind.
     "Wait and learn, James," was all she said.  She placed a
cushion at 
Alice's feet.
     Her hands touching their necks, Zarah pressed downwards. 
She whispered 
"You may kneel now," and the pair sank down, still lost in each
other's eyes.
     "Wonderful, Alice!" she droned, "Mary, you are a splendid
girl!  Now you 
may take an eternity to explore this relationship.  I will that
you take your 
intense pleasure together.  You are passion's mirror.  Passion's
Mirror.  
Continue your light stroking now."
     The fingers circled, circled, circled.  The buttocks
squeezed tighter, and 
relaxed.  The fingers reached the nipples and paused.  Their
breathing caught 
and their pelvises began a slow dance, inward, outward.  After
another couple 
of blinks, the eyelids stayed closed.  Zarah moved in again.  Her
hands rested 
on the buttocks, and supported their slow inward thrusts.
     "Wonderful, you are now surrendering to the touch.  I will
allow you to 
see as well.  You may watch your bodies as your eyes open again. 
Open.  Open 
them now.  Look down at your thrilling bodies."
     The pillow had raised the shorter girl enough that her torso
was at an 
equivalent height.  One woman pinched lightly on her partner's
pink fruits, and 
the other instantly copied.  Breathing was louder in the room
now.  Fingers 
wandered down, down, down, until they were clasping each other's
rears.  I 
watched as the grasps tightened harder and more insistently.  The
muscles 
responded more quickly, bringing the two pubic muffs closer with
each 
contortion.  Their breasts pressed into one another.
     A tongue suddenly pointed out from between Alice's lips, and
Mary returned the favor.  Their eyes re-locked.  Their faces
moved into position, and their mouths parted.  They kissed.  And
kissed.  And kissed.
     "I love you, my darlings," cooed Zarah in a husky voice. 
"You may rise now, and lie in my bed.  It is time for love.  You
are alone, and I release you into the air ... you are free to
fly."
     They rose, they swayed into the bedroom.  The door closed. 
Shortly there came soft muffled cries.  Now and again a harsher
more demanding call.  Now silence, which stretched out into our
room.
     The wonder of this quiet revelation had helped me lose my
own self-important fantasies, and I had settled back on a sofa,
thinking nothing, wishing nothing, almost in a doze just caught
up in the drama of that love.
     I turned my head, to find Katherine kneeling beside me.  She
made a shushing gesture, and I saw, over her shoulder, a
startling sight.  Zarah was standing where she had been earlier,
staring blindly at the bedroom door.  Her face was shiny with
tears, which seemed to pour over her cheeks.
     "Alone...I'm so fucking alone ... nobody ..." I heard the
soft broken voice, over and over.
     "Zarah, we love you!"  Katherine hurried over and drew her
into an embrace.  "I love you so much, but beyond that, you are
such an artist!  You paint pictures of fulfillment, and even the
actors are real!  Look!" and she pulled Zarah over to my couch. 
"Look, James understands!  Look at his face...look, dammit, not
at his cock!  his face!"
     Zarah turned her dampened cheeks to meet my gaze.  I was not
intimidated.  I was not humble.  I was not challenging.  I was
still feeling the beauty of the moment, and met her gaze, open,
clear and clean.  I sat upright, and opened my arms to her.  I
felt her whole body for the first time.  It was slight, angular,
and radiated tremendous heat.  I drew her down beside me, andfelt
her cry.
               Zarah - part III - Threesome

     I was too far under Zarah's influence to put up a quarrel when
I was  asked to leave.

     "I won't forget you, James," said Zarah, "and we'll have more 
adventures soon, I promise!"

     I drove home.

     Two or three weeks passed, and strangely the excitement of
those  "sessions" faded more quickly than I thought it would.  I
had left the two  women alone, there in their darkened office, and
gone back to my workaday  world.  I seemed to put my recent
wrenching changes on a back shelf, almost  to forget about them,
they were too strong and bewildering.  I didn't call  Brenda.  I
didn't even masturbate for several days, although I noticed my 
sheets were stained and stiff on several mornings.  I must be
having wet  dreams, like I had when I was a teenager!

     Next week, I received a call from Brenda.  She let it slip
that Madame  Mesm·re was visiting her apartment occasionally, for
"private  consultations!"

     The following Wednesday evening found me at Brenda's apartment
door.   Madame herself let me in!  It was as if we had never been
apart, the rush of  that personality washed over me immediately.

     "Where's Brenda?  Are you her roommate now?" I asked, letting
my  jealousy slip through.

     "If we are to share this intimate space, James," Zarah
responded  sternly, "we must be honest and tolerant with each
other.  If you wish, I  can show you something of my private
practice this evening." 

     Zarah turned and walked right up to me.  She took my hands in
hers.  I  felt instantly drawn to her gaze, frozen in place, and I
rapidly lost all  awareness, as I felt drawn, pulled right into and
through her huge eyes,  into a vast, humming comforting darkness.

     "Come back up now, James ... " I heard, at first faintly, then 
stronger, as I swam up to the surface of consciousness again.  It
was only  later that I was able to remember that I had indeed been
hypnotized at all!   I smiled at Zarah, and said something inane
like "Long time no see!"  She  chuckled to herself.

     "I've designed a little erotic play this evening," she
continued.   "It's fairly complex, but you all haveproved to be
such good subjects, I can  confidently guarantee you all a most
enlightening few hours.  I'm sure that  as the lone male in my
scenario, you'll hold your end up."

     I followed her gaze down to my lap.  I nearly jumped off my
chair!  My  trousers were open, and I was sporting a large, firm
hard-on, right out in  the open!  Why hadn't I noticed?  I cried
aloud in surprise, and doubled  over in embarrassment.

     Her hand reached out and touched my forehead. Instantly I felt
myself  calming.  The adrenalin rush subsided, and I even leaned
back on the sofa!   My dick poked right up between us, but I paid
it no more attention.

     "You'll find that you have some surprising abilities for a
little  while," Zarah chuckled, and reached forward to slide a soft
hand right up my  erection, which twitched at her touch.  

     "Now you soften again, for a while!  Get dressed ... quickly,
now,  James!"  I was soon clothed again, my cock tucked securely
back in its nest.

     "You've brought a bottle or two of wine," she went on,
pointing to the  coffee table, on which indeed sat two bottles of
expensive red wine.  Had I  brought them?  I didn't even try to
sort it out, just listened to that  luscious voice.

     "... and don't initiate any sexual activity at all tonight. 
Just let  it happen!"  She left the apartment after calling out,
"Girls, James has  arrived!"  With a last glance at me, she was
gone.

     Brenda emerged from the back room, along with Lily!Brenda's
eyes  sparkled.  Her face was made up nicely, and she was dressed
in a short one-piece knit thing that clung appealingly to her hips. 
Lily came out, rather  shyly.  Her immaculate business suit was
perfectly arranged.  We were  "introduced," and I realized she had
no memories of ever having seen me  before.

     We were soon seated in the living room, where we sat around
chatting  idly.  No one even mentioned Zarah's name!

     As we sipped our wine, first one bottle, then the other, the
women  began a subtle interplay that I only gradually intercepted. 
They snatched  private glances at each other.  When Lily would
laugh, she often reached  over and touched Brenda on shoulder or
knee.  Both faces became flushed as  the joking got more risqu·. 
I was miffed that I was excluded from this  somewhat, and was
actually entertaining notions of departure, when the drama 
suddenly began to unfold.

     It began with an "accident."  Brenda bumped my wine glass,
sending the  contents onto the carpet below my feet.  She
apologized and knelt by the  sofa with a couple of napkins.  In the
middle of blotting the spill, her  talk stopped, and her body froze
in position for a good five seconds.

     "Brenda?"  asked Lily.  "Anything wrong?  Did you cut
yourself?"

     The answer was hesitant and soft:  "I thought I smelled
something ... I  felt dizzy for a second."  She bent to resume her
cleaning, and very shortly  jerked upright.  Her nostrils sniffed
about like a rabbit's, and her eyes  were very wide.  I saw her
swallow as she excused herself and headed to the  kitchen.  "I feel
strange," she mumbled.  Lily tossed me the napkins to  finish
cleaning, and hurried after her.

     I was dabbling at the spill when Lily returned.

     "She's making coffee ... here, let me get that, you're just
making it  worse!" she exclaimed.  As she bent over again, her head
jerked up, and she  opened those large eyes wide at me.

     "Are you wearing some after-shave or cologne?" Lily asked in
a small  voice.  "There's such an interesting odor ... " she
sniffed around towards  me again.

     ''I don't use any smelly stuff at all," I said, feigning
innocence.  I  suddenly remembered Zarah's preocupation with
scents.  "Maybe it's something  on the carpet."  I sat back down to
await developments.

     "No, no, it's just that ... I don't know ... it's very
interesting ...  I can't quite place it ... "Brenda returned,
without coffee, to find Lily,  in her elegant suit, crawling around
the sofa, sniffing like a bloodhound.

     "Check out right under the edge.  And I'm afraid Jim's
trousers will  need dry cleaning," Lily said, in a throaty voice. 
They ignored me again,  whispering together.  I know I heard one or
two giggles!

     Brenda bent down to me now; pretending to examine my pants
leg, she  breathed in languidly, and remained doubled over for a
moment, then sighed  deeply.

     "Bring him a robe, Lily, and I'll do his ... things ... " she
said in a  low voice to her friend.  I said nothing, but waited to
see which way things  were going to go.  Lily returned with a heavy
terrycloth robe, and I saw  that she had removed her jacket, and
several undone blouse buttons now  presented a pronounced cleavage,
along with a ruby pendant on a bright gold  chain that clung to the
upper slopes of a full bosom.

     "Just look at this stone that Madame Mesm·re gave me!"  she
chirped.   "I use it for pendulum practice mostly, but it's a great
piece of junk  jewelry, too!"  And she swiveled her torso back and
forth, causing the ruby  to ping-pong around between her breasts. 
She danced to some imaginary  bouncy beat.

     Now I'm usually not attracted to large tits, but Lily was
certainly not  ashamed of them!  

     "That's a great effect, there, Lily!" I said heartily.  The
large red  stone bounced seductively around in her cleft as she
wriggled.  I didn't  want to stare too blatantly, but I could see
she didn't mind a bit!  She  actually moved closer to my sofa.  She
bent forward, right over my shoulder,  and turned on a table lamp.

     When she straightened, the effect was quite startling.  There
seemed  now to be a red after-image - like a comet's trail painted
on Lily's white  skin as the ruby moved over it!

     I was trying to figure how the lamplight could cause that
effect, when  I became aware that it was getting stronger by the
moment ...  the comet  trail persisted longer and longer in my
vision ... 

     It's obvious now that I was responding to some prior
suggestion, but at  the time I could only blink at the brilliant
gem, trying to understand ...  what was I trying to figure out?  I
couldn't remember ... I decided that it  was too tiring to think,
and I should just watch very carefully, and enjoy  ... Lily bent
forward into the light again, and the ruby now hung more  freely,
dangling ... shimmering ... sparkling ... deep and red ... Every 
motion was so fascinating ... so very compelling ... 

     Brenda had apparently risen from my side ...  when had that
happened?   She stood next to Lily and whispered very low.  "He's
really focused, isn't  he?  Look at his eyes!  Wiggle it some more
... 

     ''Do you think he's hooked like Zarah said?" asked Lily.

     I could hear every word, but found myself unwilling (or
unable!) to  move my eyes even a millimeter from that glowing track
with the bright red  star twinkling at its head.

     "I'll try his hands and see," Brenda answered.

     As if it were someone else, I felt my hands being lifted up
and laid  along the back of the sofa.  My arms sank deep into the
upholstery - they  weighed a ton - more than a ton each!  They
couldn't be my arms, could they?   I tried feebly to move them, but
they might as well have been encased in  solid concrete.

     Lily stood up straight and and watched me.  I knew what was
happening,  but had no desire to alter anything.  As far as my eyes
were concerned, her  red stone was the center of my universe.  My
eyes followed it upward, though  my head seemed suddenly as heavy
as my arms.

     "He's gone for sure, honey," cooed Brenda to Lily,  "Is he
watching the  stone or your boobies?''

     "Do you like what you see so far, James?" asked Lily, and to
Brenda:   "Seeing him this way, you know?  I mean, what a hunk, and
I can do anything,  Zarah said!  And it's safe, he won't remember
a thing tomorrow!  James ...  Jimmy, do you like what you see,
hmmm?"

     My throat felt so tight, I knew I couldn't speak, and I think
I tried  to nod as best I could my heavy, heavy head.

     Lily's fingers seemed to drift over her blouse, and it was
completely  unbuttoned.  She pulled it slowly back, whispering to
Brenda, "I've never  done a strip before ... for a man, anyway!  I
feel so .... safe!  Men can  hurt you, they're powerful in all the
wrong ways, but James is ... different  ... and he smells so
fuckin' great!"  She sighed in satisfaction and her  impressive
mammaries were now turned back and forth shamelessly before me.

     "He's still watching that ruby ... I want him to look at me!"

     Brenda moved behind her friend and unclasped the chain.  She
dangled  the gem briefly right in front of my nose ... this made my
eyes cross.  They  both giggled, then Brenda slowly lifted the gem
back towards Lily's torso.

     Deliberately, she dangled it first over one breast, then the
other.   She let it hover and circle, bumping and sliding over that
delicious white  skin as she caused it to circle.  A glowing ruby
line seemed painted across  all the contours of that glorious
bosom.  The stone rose, until it rested  for a long moment right
between Lily's eyes.  They were hot, and stared  raptly back into
my own.  The ruby descended.  My eyes were locked in like  radar,
but I was very aware of those deep curves.

     "Ooo, that feels great, Brenda!" she breathed.  "just look at
him!    Talk about your burning  gaze!"

     She took hold of the chain herself and continued its slow
excursions.   Brenda now reached around and began a fondling Lily
with her fingertips.   She stroked outwards, over and over each
breast, and soon I was intently  watching the ruby as it moved over
a pair of rock-hard nipples, each in its  own setting: a deeply
puckered aureole on a soft pink pillow.

     Brenda's hands would lift each breast upwards, just a little,
and allow  it to bounce gently back down to rest.  The breasts were
large, but round  and quite firm as they swelled out towards me. 
Lily began panting now under  Brenda's knowing ministrations, her
eyes closed, she slid the soft gold  chain lightly, right along her
nips.

     The women soon decided to "fool around" with me some more, and
Lily got  things rolling.

     "James ... let us help you with those messy trousers ... you
needn't  get up," she giggled, "just slide forward a little more
... that's it, lamb  ... Ooo, do your shoulders hurt?  You can't
move them at all?  Come on,  Brenda, slide his pants off, what's
the matter?"  

     Brenda had laid her head along my thigh, her eyes closed as my
scent  overtook her once again as she loosened my belt and slid my
pants down as  far as my knees.

     The stone was forgotten momentarily while Lily reached down to
pull  Brenda away.  The girl remained on hands and knees, overcome,
as Lily  finished undressing me, and then she buried her own face
in the crotch of my  trousers!

     "Whoo!  I see what you mean," said Lily.  "It's like a drug or 
something ... I want more, too!"

     "Look at me, I'm shaking, my pussy's gotten really wet, look!"
urged  Brenda.  Her hands hiked up the short dress, and quickly
pulled off a pair  of damp pantyhose.  She lingered a little,
touching fingertips to her pubes,  and shivered again.

     Lily seized her hand, and sensuously licked and sucked on
Brenda's  dampened fingers.  "They smell lovely too, babe!"  They
embraced, and  whispered some more.  They turned to me again, and
my head jerked like  Pavlov's dog toward the ruby.

     "James," cooed Lily, "Just lie back on the sofa now, I've got
an idea  for those strong arms of yours!  Take the other one,
Brenda."

     My hands were lowered to my sides, and I was sat forward
slightly while  they were pinned right under my buttocks.  My legs
were stretched out on a  footstool.  

     Along each thigh, a woman now sat curled up on the carpet. 
Brenda lay  her head along one thigh again, and her fingers began
brushing the front of  my underpants.  Lily was drawing her bosoms
along my other leg, toying with  her pendant.  She pulled the
bauble over my briefs, and I suddenly felt and  saw a surge under
the pants.  She seized on my reaction.

     "I've got a great idea!" she breathed.  Her voice was higher
now, more  girlish.  Her hands began working my briefs down, and
soon my genitals were  on display.  

     Lily bent over my cock and inhaled some more, then lifted its
semi-firm  length into the air with thumb and forefinger.  I know
she felt my surge  this time!Delicately, she draped her chain
loosely around my penis, and the  stone was positioned near the top
of the glans.  My body immediately began a  response, and I watched
the stone as my erection grew and grew.  Lily had to  loosen the
chain once, as my thickness filled the loops too tightly.  She 
whispered right into my earhole as her fingers toyed and fiddled
with one  end of the chain.

     Believe it or not, my dick went through its paces like a
trained seal!   I watched it slowly and steadily become fuller and
tighter, then after a  moment the shaft would drop back towards my
belly.  This felt amazing!  I  felt no urge to come, but the
spectacle of my private parts being moved by  command quickly made
me very aroused indeed.  My palms cupped tightly  underneath my
ass.

     Soon very soft lips began a dry, feathery flutter up and down
my shaft.   Brenda would mouth very lightly around the head of my
cock, then back off,  and flutter in again along one of the veins. 
Occasionally she would just  run the side of her nose along my
length, stopping to bury herself in my  pubic hair.

     Lily had gotten completely disrobed by this time.  Her chain
was now  worn like a belt over the hips, and the stone gleamed out
from the thatch of  her pubic triangle.  She was undulating right
at my side, where I could look  right up her twat as it circled and
writhed.  She was humming to herself.   She dropped down beside me
to watch Brenda work.  My legs were parted, and  my cock was now
sticking way, way up into the air.

     What a scene!  Brenda concentrated on my bursting bulb, and
Lily put  her face right between my buttocks, and with her nose
right up to my balls  sucked in the smell.  She'd then stand up
above me and wriggle around some  more.  Her inner labia were now
poking outwards like a flower, and I could  actually see a little
way up into her vagina!  Her hips made the most  blatant humping
motions I'd ever seen.  She hummed and muttered to herself  as she
felt her sexual heat deepen.

     She straddled one of my outstretched legs, still circling,
circling her  hips, her back now towards me.  

     Brenda looked up briefly and said:  "Lily .. Lily ... I want
to smell  both of you!  Come on, Lily, pleeeease!  I've got to
smell your hot, wet  cunt ... push it back, honey, push it here!"

     Lily obediently squatted down just enough for her cunt to
touch my leg.   Bracing herself with hands on my shin, she rubbed
her swollen genitals  softly, up and down my thigh ... her hot
dampness spread over my upper leg  like butter.  Brenda reached up
now and manipulated Lily's whole rear end  with skilled fingers,
rubbing, tickling, pinching lightly, dipping into the  gaping hole,
poking around the anus, and so on.  She licked my leg,  following
the glistening trail as if she were starving!

     She seized on Lily's chain, and pulled her buttocks backwards
towards  her mouth.  She began to tongue up and down Lily's
protruding labia right in  front of my eyes!

     "Can I pull your beautiful wet sex over Jimmy's dick now,
honey?"   begged Brenda.  "I want to smell and taste you both now!"

     Lily's pumping hips continued to push backwards and forwards
in mid-air.  I dimly heard her murmuring things like:  "Yess-s-s
ohhh yess ...  feels so good ... feels soooo hot ... sooo hot ...
" Brenda grasped the base  of my cock, and positioned it right
under Lily's cunt lips.  She tugged  lightly down on the chain, and
slowly, slowly, my dry, hot bulb was  enveloped by a clinging
molten dampness that almost caused me to faint with  pleasure.

     "Oooo, Lil-l-ly," crooned Brenda.  "I wish you could see your
plump  cheeks, and your hot, hot lips sli-i-i-iding down!  I bet it
feels great!"

     She now took Lily's cheeks in both hands and swirled her palms
around  and around the fleshy curves.  She lifted the buttocks up
again, spreading  them wide apart ever so slowly, and my glistening
knob now popped itself  out, only to be instantly licked round and
round by Brenda's willing mouth.   She was gasping with pleasure,
and dipped Lily down onto my organ once  again.  This time, she let
her friend slide a little further down my shaft,  but again pushed
Lily's ass back up into the air.  Each time this happened,  Lily
returned automatically to her "air-fucking" motions.

     Brenda now forced my erection to point downwards a little. 
This made  all its contours stand out even more.  I was at a very
exciting point by  this time.  I was feeling all that pre-climax
tension and flaring heat all  along my cock, and it was lasting and
lasting!

     "Lily ... Jim's cock is so rigid now, you have to see this ...
it's  like a dildo, his veins are hard and lumpy ... his heavy,
heavy balls are  pumping out perfume ... take a final dose now,
before you sink him inside  you you ... come on, turn around and
smell him now!  Smell it!  Hurry!"

     Lily dismounted and turned her body around to face me.  Her
head  drooped heavily, to gaze down at my enormous dick, and slowly
her face came  lower and lower.  Her swollen breasts brushed along
my knee, then her hair  slid over me as she too tasted her own
secretions glistening on my pole,  then lower and lower, till her
nose was pressed up right underneath my nuts.

     Eyes tightly closed , Lily straightened back up after a few 
intoxicating lungfuls.  Her nipples now poked out and upward from
her bosom,  she was so turned on!  One foot stepped up beside my
shoulder on the  cushion, and Lily lowered herself very slowly onto
me, babbling:

     "God, I can feeelll every little bump ...  I sliiiide it in
further ...  sliiiiding ... sliiiiii ... further ... more and ...
more ... it's deeper  ... it's deeeeeeper inside me ... Oh-h-h-h! 
Brenda!"  she almost sobbed,  "I'm want to come now ... tickle my
nipples ... my sweet hard nips, I feel  my cunt flowing juicy sweet
I can't hold back ... I want to come and come  like a volcano! ...
it's al-l-l the way up inside me now ... nnngh ....  ooooh, I feel
his hairs, they're right against my clit ... tickling ...  nnnngh
... flowing ... slipping ... I'm going ... nnnnngh ... I'm going
...  hurry!"

     Her vagina was already beginning its tiny clutches on my
erection as  Brenda licked one nipple, and flicked the other, quite
sharply, with a  fingertip.  Lily instantly shook like she had
malaria, and her body sat down  hard on my pelvis.  Her feet lifted
off the floor, and hooked under my  shoulders to keep her balanced. 
I bore her whole weight as her knees lifted  wide apart.  I could
see and feel my belly dampen, as a sudden wash of  pungent liquid
flowed down out of her.  She sobbed loudly with emotion.  Her  body
clenched up, relaxed, clenched again, and her head lifted up, then
fell  forward again.  Her magnificent breasts vibrated like jello
with their rapid  quivering.

     Brenda had her face right against our mashed pelvises, and now
as  Lily's weight crushed me, she muttered "Get off!  Get off!" and
pulled Lily  up and off of me, leaving my dick glistening, fiery
red and still hard,  poking straight up.  Brenda slurped my entire
pole into her mouth, I felt  released now from all control, and my
buttocks clenching in my palms, I  released my semen onto her
rolling tongue in burning spurts.

     I guess I passed out from the pleasure.  The rest of that
evening was  passed in a thick haze of exhaustion, as somehow I
recovered enough to dress  and taxi myself home.  I left Brenda's
apartment with confused images of the  two women lapping and
kissing each other's pussies, but I remember clearly  the amorous
embraces I received from both of them just before I stumbled 
downstairs.  The cabbie sniffed the sex-laden air as I entered,
shook his  head and muttered to himself in some foreign tongue.  I
was so tired, I took  next day off from work, dozing (and rehashing
the improbable events of last  night) in a pleasant haze.  I ate
like an starving animal and jogged some of  it back off over the
next few days.
     
            Zarah - part IV - In the Garden
     
     One morning about a week later my bedside phone rang, very
early.  I was  groggy, and I didn't recognize the sunny voice at
first.
     "James, how are you?  Forgive me for bothering you so early,
but something  interesting has come up."
     "mmmmphh..."
     "James, don't you recognize my voice?    This is Katherine
_______, from  Zarah Bradford's office."
     That got my adrenaline moving!   Kathy had been so much fun,
and yet, so  sudden and unusual...but who was I to talk about
strange sex?      "Wow, Kathy, yeah!  Hi!  What's up?"  The old
master conversationalist was  really in high gear now!
     "You're remembering the office, aren't you?" she continued,
more subdued  all at once.  "Zarah told me she had worked on you
after that...I guess you had  a good time...Zarah and I...share a
lot of things, I suppose you might say."      "Yeah...Kathy,
listen, my life has changed so much recently, you know?   All this
is real new to me, and real strange.  I haven't been able to think
too  clearly..."
     "And you don't really want to yet?  I know, James, I
understand.  Well,  maybe we'll see each other soon!  Zarah will be
- presiding - over a garden  party this evening, and she especially
wants you to come.  I'll be there, and  several others!  It's
tonight at nine.  She asked me to see if you were  interested."
     I hesitated, events having taken on a speed I could in no way
deal with.   Kathy took silence for assent.  She named an address
in a fashionable suburb,  and said, "See you there!"  She hung up.
     I thought about Kathy some more.  I hadn't really gotten to
know her at  all, except for the mutual response to Zarah.  The
memory turned me on, and I  ended up late for work!  Luckily, I'm
on good terms with the boss.  Nobody said  anything about it at the
office.  I kind of kept to myself in those days.      I think I
avoided my feelings throughout that day, but couldn't help 
recollecting recent "special" events.  I spent more time adjusting
the  recurring lumpiness in my pants than looking at maps. 
Luckily, no one's life  was at stake in a city-planner's office ...
some day though, someone might find  a playground oddly located in
some septic drainage area!
     The day passed, and I stayed late at the office.  The time
drew near for  me to go, and yet I found I was reluctant to turn
off the lights and leave!  I  wasn't doing any work, I was, in
fact, feeling myIt was now past time to leave  for the "garden
party" and I was deciding I had "unfortunately" been "held up  at
the office," when my desk phone rang.
     "Hello, James, this is Zarah.  We're looking forward to seeing
you  tonight.  Please come right over ... you know I can't wait to
see you ...  please come over right now, yes?"
     "...  I ... think I forgot the address ... "
     "You remember the address quite well, I think.  Tell me the
address, it's  right there on the tip of your tongue, come on, tell
me now!"      "...7116 Tremaine Drive!"  I blurted out.
     "Correct, James, you are very good.  Don't worry too much now,
just drive  on out here soon.  I'll see you soon.  Drive carefully,
and you can see me  quite soon...soon, James ..."
     The line went dead.
     I packed up.  I got down to the car.  I left the city.  My car
drove  itself over bridges, through industrial belt, into
fashionable suburbs, down  tree-lined streets, into a long circular
driveway.
     A short, muscular AfroAmerican woman dressed in a dance
leotard answered  the door, and ushered me through several hallways
to a small gymnasium  overlooking an illuminated garden.  I
followed her inside.        There were exercises going on.  It
looked like Tai Chi, led by a smallish  Filipino man in a white
karate suit.  He was demonstrating the slow movements  to a group
of folks scattered around the room.  None of them stopped to greet 
me ... even Brenda ignored me, absorbed in her routine.  
     Besides Miss Bodybuilder, there were my friend Brenda,
Katherine, and  another woman, who flashed me a quick glance.  This
jogged my memory, and I  remembered the redhead from Zarah's office
who had .  This was our hostess, who  turned out to be a recently
divorced socialite named Rebeccah.      Also present were a slender
African-American man and Zarah, who were  sitting together along
one wall on a padded bench.  I walked over to the pair,  and was
greeted warmly by Zarah, who gazed at me for a few seconds, and
spoke:      "James, I just knew you wouldn't be able to resist a
little mystery and  excitement!"  
     Gesturing at her neighbor, she continued:
     "I've been reinforcing Samuel here, so he's not being
impolite, he just  doesn't know anyone else is in the room, do you
Samuel?"
     The black man was not examining his fingernails as I had
thought, but was  watching his own diamond finger ring!  He made a
little murmur, and his head  bobbed from side to side.  Zarah
raised his hand up, and his gaze followed.      "Samuel, please
come back to us now ... come back and join the others."        He
rose and went over to the exercise floor.  He went through the
motions,  but in a rather dreamlike manner.
     "Samuel's new to my little circle, but he's so gorgeous, and
he responded  so quickly at my matinee performance I decided to
chance on him this evening,"   Zarah explained.  "There's really no
worry - I'm seldom wrong in sizing up my  subjects - but the slight
risk makes the result that much more satisfying."   She turned her
searchlight gaze directly on me.
     "Now you, James!  You are indeed a happy accident if you
choose to  respond, and if you don't...but I think I know you well
enough!  You're fit and  cute, but shy, and more unsure of yourself
than you like to let on.  I know  there's a lot of voyeur in you,
and something about the power of dominance has  snared your hidden
self, maybe more than you know.  Or maybe it's the  submission
part?"
     I realized that this was a shrewd judge of character, and I
felt as if I  really had few inner secrets that she could not
discern, given time.  I was  again kept off-balance.  Her gaze was
direct, knowing, unavoidable.  I tried to  summon up a witty or
challenging retort, but her voice kept on, asking  questions for
which she didn't wait for answers!
     "Now for this evening,"  Zarah said, decisively.  "I will very
shortly  place you under my control again, in fact --" as I started
with a catch in my  breathing "--your trance has begun already,
hasn't it?  You hurried right over  to me after my phone call,
didn't you?  If you object, just say so now, before  your trance
state is complete, and you may leave."
     Her piercing glance acknowledged what we both knew already. 
I was hooked.   I gulped and said nothing.  Her hand caught mine,
and I was led over towards  the others.
     Exercises over, the party moved outside into the garden area. 
Low lamps  and a few torches gave the area a mysterious warmth and
intimacy.  There was a  central lawn with low benches scattered
about.  Zarah now took "center-stage."        Her gaze pinned me,
and I again felt suddenly warm, and my head buzzed.   "James, you
are the newest to our circle, and I know you haven't had much time 
to settle in ... why you haven't even changed clothes yet, have
you?  Phyllis  will get you a very comfortable robe, and you will
of course need to use the  lavatory ... I know how full a bladder
can feel when you are holding it in for  hours ..."  
     Damn, I thought, I did have to pee!  I looked around for a
washroom door,  but her voice summoned me again.  I was feeling
some discomfort as I hobbled  over next to her, she turned me
around so I faced the others and continued:      "Here now, James,
you've had no relief ... no relief at all ... you might  feel
embarrassed about your need to pass water, but I can assure you
that my  influence will remove all your hesitancy.  Look down here,
dear, at this tiled  area, see it?  You're in luck, James, you're
standing right over Rebeccah's  little drain spot, where the floor
is protected from trickles of water..."      By now I was pressing
my knees tighter together, and my face felt hot,  from a blush, I
guess, or the instant realization that I was under her spell 
again.
     "Yes, James, right here in the garden!  Those tickly trickles
and sudden  spurts and glorious gushers of hot, hot water as you
feel unable to hold back  much longer ... oh, yes, James,  you can
lower your pants, go on, drop those  trousers right down, let them
fall, just dropping right to the floor ... now  step forward and
display yourself."
     My hands fumbled along awkwardly with belt and zipper - I was
too  uncomfortable to remember to be embarrassed!  It was all
happening so quickly,  and my head was buzzing and fluffy-feeling
again...
     "Yes, dear, I know ... it's so painful to hold back ... oooh,
just look at  his beautiful hose, everyone!"
     Her hands had pulled my two hands together behind my back. 
They gripped  me tightly.  I was now naked below my shirttail.  I
shifted back and forth  between my two feet, trying to hold back
the piss.  I felt as if I'd downed  four or five beers about a half
hour before!
     "Such a fine, long hose, and it's ready to spurt and splash
and gush hot  liquid ... feel it now James, breaking through all
your control,  one little  spurt ... ooh, did you all see that ...
he's dribbling right down his leg ...  that's it James, the
pressure builds and builds...up your tube...up to the tip,  up past
the tip...you're dribbling, now you're sprinkling ... it feels so-
o-oo  good to let go ... to release ... there it comes, James ...
piss, James!   Pissssssssssss..."
     God, I had no shame ... I know I was just so happy to be free
to relieve  myself ... my first release splattered onto the tiles,
as I moaned with  pleasure ... even when the last small trickles
were dribbling down my leg onto  my feet, I felt only
gratification, not shame.  
     At once, my mind seemed to understand and accept that I could
be caused to  do anything, and feel pleasure at my surrender!
     "James ... tell us all now, how do you enjoy my gift?  How
will you  respond to me?"
     ''I want to obey you," I heard myself say in a low voice, and
the other  "guests" actually applauded!
     My knees felt suddenly weak, and I was helped to one side of
the garden to  remove the rest of my clothing.  Kathy gave me some
towels, and helped me into  a thin robe.  She gave me a quick pat
and a light squeeze to my ass, as she  whispered that I should hang
up my clothing over a bench so it wouldn't rumple  too badly.  me
back to join the group.  I noticed Brenda chuckling, as she 
pantomimed my little water show to the Filipino.  He was staring at
me, and I  noticed a small damp spot on the front of his pajamas! 
     "Elizabeth, join me here, won't you?"
     The AfroAmerican bodybuilder smiled and approached Zarah.  She
was told to  press her palms together tightly.  
     The induction took very little time ... the athlete very
shortly found  herself unable to part her hands, which seemed glued
together.  Her strain  caused very interesting things to happen to
her pectoral muscles.  Then Zarah  took a step closer.  She pinned
the woman with those amazing eyes.      "Elizabeth, why are you so
surprised?  I'll get James to help you loosen  them right now. 
You'll find that HE can part your hands easily."  I took my  cue,
stepped up in front of the woman, and gently held her wrists.  I
felt the  straining muscles locked against themselves, and doubted
my strength, but as I  tugged, I felt them part smoothly.
     "We'll need James' help again, Beth, so he'll just sit down
next to you."   As Zarah moved even closer, I sat down on a bench
near Beth's side.  I was  about head high to a trim waist, and
those marvelous butt muscles.  Beth's ass  was anything but
ordinary, though.  Each hardened cheek was separate from the 
other, and there was that exciting space between the thighs that
let the light  shine right through, even when her legs were
together.  A light film of sweat  from her exertions made her skin
glisten.
     "Beth, honey, I see you're all in a sweat, and I'm sure you'd
be much more  comfortable if you removed that itchy leotard ...
can't you feel the little  itches, and the chafing?  You'll feel
so-o-o much better when the itching is  gone.  Feel that
irritation?  My goodness, your legs are twitching, aren't  they? 
Feel the itch, it's getting intolerable...it'll go away when you
are  completely nude."
     Oh God, that gorgeous butt was wriggling, first one cheek
clenching, and  then the other.  The girl was tearing at her
clothing, and was soon naked at my  side.  She wriggled in
pleasure, and sighed deeply.
     "That's so-o-o-o much better, isn't it Beth?  Now you are
fully and  completely at ease, dear ... just let yourself go
...that's right.  Feels so-o-o-o good ... and you're all the way
under now."
     I didn't need to look down at my robe.  There was a light
caress of cool  air over my cock, now at respectful attention as it
poked out.      The hypnotist ordered the girl over to a short
padded bench, and her  nakedness was soon stretched out, with her
arms at her sides.  Her hips rested  at the end of the bench, and
her feet rested flat on the ground.  Zarah bade us  all come gather
round.
     The other guests looked as hungrily as I did at the woman. 
Even relaxed,  her musculature defined almost every inch of her
flesh, except her breasts  themselves.  They maintained their shape
without flattening much.  In the  torchlight, there was a hint of
a dark purple coloring to the nipples, and I  feasted my eyes on
her electric bushiness..  So did Zarah, but her easy voice of 
command continued in a pleasant stream as she sat cross-legged on
the ground,  at Elizabeth's head.  Her hands cradled and stroked
the bodybuilder's face and  neck lovingly.
     "Now these muscles are strong, powerful things, but you know
how  everything is controlled by the mind.  And I control this mind
now.      "Remember our earlier instruction, Elizabeth.  Remember
your cue for  absolute surrender.  Tell us your signal for absolute
surrender.''      "....The magic spiral ... round and round...
spiral ... roundandround,"  came a low murmur.  Zarah leant
forward, and her hands began a circular passage  around and around
those firm boobies.  These swelled and arched upwards toward  the
fingertips, which moved in slow even circles, ever inwards, til an
index  finger rested lightly on each nipple.  The girl's mouth was
open, and her back  was slightly arched to maintain the contact. 
The nipples were now erect, and a  dark purplish-brown.
     "Sexual tension and release ... deep sexual tension and then
glorious  release ... " droned the voice.  Let us watch as
Elizabeth undergoes, under my  control, an intense erotic
experience.  Listen to me now, dear," she commanded,  as she stood
up and addressed the slumbering figure.  "My voice is within your 
deepest self.  Open your very heavy eyelids now, my pet ... open
them and look  around you.  Remain in deep trance as you do so.  Do
you see the pleasure on  the faces?  Do you?"
     Beth's glassy stare lit briefly on each of our hungry gazes,
then returned  to blink sleepily upwards at the sky.
     "Yes, mistress," came the low reply.
     "Now your body is drifting into a dream-state under my
direction ... "  a  pause.
     I watched those great eyelids swell and close.  Soon there
came a catch of  the breathing.  Another, and a tiny sigh, as I
watched the eyeballs move slowly  beneath closed lids.  Zarah spoke
again:
     "You hear the night sounds, the soft sounds of the frogs and
insects, a  bird in the distance, and you feel so alone, so safe,
that you let your  sexuality take control of you now.  You can
dream of a lover approaching you."      The girl gave a small
start, and her body began a subtle, slow movement on  the padded
bench.  Her breasts rose quicker, and I watched the nipples turn 
even darker.  The aureoles puckered up, and there was another quick
breath.   The rapid eye movements were jerkier now, and Beth's
hands twitched.      Zarah hurried on:  "Yes, there he is now ...
tall, silent and powerful ...  he wants you to feel much pleasure
... he is very experienced ... he can feel  your breath, he can
smell your heat flowing, flowing, flowing so hot and wet  from your
secret places."
     The bosom quivered and shook in a most delicious way, and dark
odor of  arousal wafted up from the woman's pussy.  It mingled with
the heavy perfumes  of the night.  I know everyone was turned on. 
My cock had never felt harder.      Zarah said, "He's going to be
slow and luxurious as he slides in and out  of you, Beth, but first
... you'll feel just the heavy, hot tip of him rest  lightly
against you.  It's hot, it's heavy and hot and dry against your
leg.   Feel it slide upwards, right up your leg now.   Slo-o-ow and
gently.  You'll  find that your legs and thighs can part for him
... there they go ... that's  right...you open very wide now..." as
the knees fell apart automatically.  I  watched as her calf muscles
bunched and relaxed. 
     Elizabeth was truly turned on.  I saw that her pussy hairs
were matted and  damp, and her vaginal lips had become swollen.
     Zarah stood up and came to me.  She guided me down onto my
knees before  that cunt, that flower of the night, burning, moist
and fragrant in the  darkness of the garden.  She commanded me in
a whisper:
     "You may now enter her, James.  You will enter her and remain
still.  Feel  her responses as you hold yourself still within. 
Enter now, and remain stiff  and still within."
     I knee-walked forward, and positioned myself.  Very slowly
past the outer  petals, sliding easily inward through slickened
folds and muscles, my penis now  buried itself as I leaned forward
into the bunched muscles of her thighs.  My  pale shaft was easily
swallowed as her legs opened even further.  The buttocks  moved
tenderly, tighter and looser, tighter and looser, as her dream
lover slid  and thrust powerfully through her enchantment.
     "You can throb.  Throb for your lover ... you'll find it's
more  pleasurable than jerking around so.  Feel that throb?  Feel
it, Elizabeth ...  and again ... and over and over, throbbing ...
pulsing ... sliding in-n-n-n to  you ..."
     A beautiful smile spread wide, as the subject gave a low moan. 
I felt her  belly muscles quiver, and my own shook in answer, but
I could not plunge about,  even though I wanted, needed to so
badly!
     Her moans became more frequent, but still Zarah kept her in
check.  The  butt had stopped its outer writhings, but my shaft
knew a heightened pleasure  deep between them.  The muscular
stomach would rest, then a wave of small  shudders would jiggle
Beth's whole torso slightly.  These waves came closer and  closer
together.
     "You'll enjoy the climaxes much more if you can delay them ...
can you  hold out much longer, Beth?  The release will seem so
good, so strong..."       Zarah had returned to cradle her
subject's head in one hand.  She looked  up at me.  She touched one
fingertip to the girl's head.  The fingertip moved  down to brush
the thick, swollen mouth, and Beth's lips instantly pursed, her 
cheeks hollowed, and Zarah's finger was sucked suddenly in.  At the
same  moment, I felt a strong clamping sensation as the walls of my
partner's vagina  contracted all at once.  Still, I remained
motionless.
     The finger was slowly retracted, though Beth's lips pursed
after it.   Zarah slipped it back in, and I felt the answering
contration.   Out again, and  Zarah spread Elizabeth's copious
saliva flow all round the mouth.  Beth's  pucker followed blindly,
sucking on air, wanting the finger again.  The tongue  darted in
and out now, as the contractions continued on my steel-hard
phallus.      Zarah's stiffened white finger now pressed down into
the dark flesh,  tracing a straight, slow path down between the
lifted breasts, down the rock-hard and quivering abdomen, in and
out of the navel, slower now, to the top of  the bodybuilder's
sopping wet bush, finally approaching the clitoris.   Elizabeth's
face froze, her tongue curled up and sticking far out into the air, 
eyelids squeezed shut, breath coming fast and irregularly through
flared  nostrils.
     Zarah did not twiddle the clit at all, her hand reached around
the base of  my cock, encircled it tightly, making it swell inside
Beth's sheath.  She held  it still.
     "Hold her legs when they rise up," she ordered me.  And to
Beth:  "You may  now reach your climax.  Come for your lover now. 
Come to me.  Come to my  command."
     Beth gave a start.  She gave a long drawn-out "n-n-n-g-g-h-h-
h!"  One leg  lifted powerfully off the ground, then the other. 
They stiffened outwards,  quivering as if with malaria.  I held
onto them, but I my strength was unneeded  against that powerful
sexual engine now discharging all around me.   I watched  her deep
purple labia rub and grind together into Zarah's fingers, as the 
bodybuilder began a long, mewing orgasm.
     Her cunt had gripped me tightly, and the contractions of its
muscles felt  like a strong, rippling hand.  
     "Take your time, girl ... he's still sliding way-y-y-y up
inside you ...  you want more and more, more and more ... come as
often as you need ... ready  ... take it all now.''
     As the girl finished her crisis, her legs slackened from,
rigidity, and I  was suddenly holding their entire weight.  Our
mingled perspiration almost  caused me to drop her limp legs.  I
felt her pelvis continue to shiver with  further orgasmic activity. 
Each tightening and relief was signalled by a tiny  cooing sigh
from the slackened mouth of the hypnotized woman.        I was now
pulled backwards by Zarah's hand.  My cock popped out with a  noisy
slurp, still hard as a rock.  A small rivulet of Beth's juices
dripped  onto the ground.  Zarah's hand urged me to my feet, still
enclosing my red-hot  eight-inch fat prick.
     Samuel and the Filipino were summoned to my side.  We were
still as  statues, standing over the now quieted Elizabeth on her
bench.  The women in  the garden were fingering themselves as they
watched us.  The Filipino's hands  twitched at his sides as Zarah
lowered his pajamas.  His cock sprang out and  upward.  I heard a
woman gasp, and another moan somewhere.
     Zarah's hands opened Samuel's robe.  His dark thickness jutted
straight  outwards from a thick mass of curly hair.  His arms
seemed frozen at his sides  also.
     Zarah now reached down to Elizabeth.  Both her hands caressed
and stroked  the woman's pudendum.  The bodybuilder was too spent
to respond, but her  secretions were still copious, and Zarah's
hands grew slick and shiny.  She  seemed to hold little pools of
come in her hands.
     "Look down at yourselves!"  came the soft command.  She walked
behind us  and my downward stare was drawn over to the other two
men, whose cocks were now  generously annointed with Elizabeth's
juices.  They twitched and jerked as  Zarah firmly polished and
lubricated them, up and down their rigid lengths,  until they
glistened and shone in the torchlight, juicy and slickened, veins 
standing out in relief, the Filipino's glans swollen almost to
golfball size,  and dripping steadily with his watery male
lubricant. 
     I now felt my long-delayed climax burning up through my pecker
as she  reached up and squeezed the nape of my neck.  Her hand
burned me, and a shock  traveled right down my spine.  My pelvis
reflexively squeezed itself forward in  response.
     "You are ready to come right now, aren't you!  All of you! 
Say it...say  it and let it come...come now!"
     As I felt my own buttocks squeeze tightly, and quickly
experienced my  fiery release, I husked out "I'm coming
now...coming now!  Oh God, it burns, it  burns!"  I heard other
utterances:  "God, I'm coming, coming so hard," and the  ever-
popular "N-n-ngh, n-n-ngh!"  There were muffled sounds from the
"audience"  of women
     Everything was visible to all, the first shiny drops of clear
lubricating  fluid, and then suddenly, thick cloudy globs of semen
dribbling out and down  onto the ground as Samuel gave a full-
throated moan, and I saw his testes draw  up tight and wrinkly as
his release came at last.  The oriental man came  silently,
spurting out a good three feet, still staring down at Elizabeth as 
his hips pumped back and forth into the air.  More sounds from the
women there  indicated that some had been stimulated to their
crisis point by the scenario  as well.
     We three remained standing by the bench, our semen still
dripping out or  hanging in thickening strands down from our
slackening pricks.  I felt time  slow to a crawl, and my breath
rang harshly in my own ears.      Zarah turned Samuel away to face
her, then raised herself on tiptoes,  kissed him, then whispered
something to him.  I saw his eyes roll up, and his  large form sank
to the ground, curling up peacefully.  His now-flaccid organ  still
oozed shiny droplets out onto the grass in the dim light.  The
garden was  very quiet.  I found sleepiness weighing down my own
lids, and yawned  involuntarily.
     "We are all quite heavy and drowsy now, aren't we?"  she said
to us.  "You  go back into the house now, James, and find your
clothing.  Get dressed, you  have to drive home.  I'll help keep
you alert and safe on the road.  Get  dressed now, and wait for me
inside."
     I groped my way into my clothes, and sat heavily on a gym
bench, as I  watched Zarah through the glass, circulating around
her "guests," embracing the  Filipino, whose name I had never
learned, covering Elizabeth with a spare robe,  whispering to the
other women there.  I drooped a little more each minute I  waited,
and caught my head with a jerk as it began nodding heavily down to
my  chest.  
     Zarah was caressing Katherine, and Rebeccah still lay back
against her  lawn chair, masturbating freely with her knees bent
upward, and her fist  pressed against her dark red thatch.  I
couldn't see Brenda any more from my  position, and I was beyond
caring.  Time crept on, and lost all meaning as I  waited dumbly,
patiently, for my mistress to instruct me.  I faded into a  waking
dream, and even now have very little memory of the rest of the
night,  except that very late the next morning, I awoke in my own
bed.      I was not alone.  As I slowly came to, I felt the warmth
of another body  next to mine.  I turned my head.  
     Zarah slumbered beside me.

             
                        Zarah.5txt     Revelation

     I caught my breath.  I had only a dim memory of driving home,
and  certainly none concerning a guest.  Only "guest" wasn't the
right term, was  it?  As I thought it over, it seemed likely that
she'd simply "invited" me  to invite her.  We hadn't screwed, or
anything, as far as I remembered.

     Her dark straight hair was cut fairly short, and her neck was
bare.  I  really was so nonplussed by her presence that I felt no
sexual stirrings at  all...though last night's garden "party" may
have drained me.  Still, I  heard her soft breathing, and observed
that she was not naked...she was  wearing a cotton nightgown of
some kind.

     As I raised myself up on my elbow to see her, I heard her
breath catch,  and knew she was now awake.  She sat up, turned and
faced me.

     "Good morning, James," she said quietly.  Her eyes appeared
very large  this close up, and showed no signs of sleepiness.  "How
do you feel?"

     "I'm dragged out...and I guess I'm confused," I murmured, as
I got out  of bed.  "How...did you end up here?"  I was regaining
some composure, and  since my mouth tasted like camel parts, I
headed towards the bathroom to  swig the Scope.  After about two
steps, I realized I was nude.  I heard her  chuckle as I completed
my journey in a sort of embarrassed scuttling motion.

     Once cleansed and robed, I felt more ready to face my "guest."

     "Zarah...did I...uh...drive you here?  or did you bring me?"

     She answered with a small smile that I had driven her here
late last  night.

     "I enjoyed you immensely, James, you were wonderful."

     "A wonderful slave, you must mean," I responded, a bit
sharply.  I felt  somewhat "invaded," if you can say that about a
woman who makes you piss on  command, in front of several
strangers.  But this invasion was territorial,  not personal, if
you get my meaning.

     "James..." she began.

     "No, wait.  I'm sorry.  I remember what you said a few weeks
ago...that  this is all MY choice, and so on, da-dat-da-dat-da-
dah...but I just don't  remember inviting you up here...nice as it
is,"  I added hastily.  Jesus, my  tongue was tied up yet again!

     She was smiling a little more, and her eyes narrowed a little. 
They  suddenly opened VERY wide, narrowed, and widened again as her
brows moved up  and down.  The effect was of someone trying to peer
into a window at me.   Her eyes were huge...

     "James, in fact you invited me 'in' quite some time ago," she
said.  "I  see you're puzzled, aren't you?  Go and open your lower
right-hand dresser  drawer, and I'll explain."

     I reached over and slid open the drawer.  Where were my
sweaters?  The  drawer was full of women's clothing...shorts,
skirts, t-shirts, undies even!   Then I noticed an overnight case
under the dresser.

     "Did you bring all this up from the party?"  I asked,
bewildered.   "Where are my sweaters?"  I felt a little annoyed.

     She did the eye bit again (her dark pupils really contrasted
with their  brilliant white borders), and said, "No, these are kept
here for my visits."

     What visits???

     "I've been here seven or eight times thus far, and I'll be
staying over  for several days while you're on vacation."

     "Seven or eight times?? ... Wait a minute ... WHAT
VACATION???"

     "The one you requested from your boss last week...wait a
moment,  James," she chuckled, watching me sputter.  "You'll have
a stroke ... in  more ways than one!"  And her eyes crinkled up in
amusement at my helpless  puzzlement.  "I'll take mercy on you and
explain...after I have my morning  exercise..."  Another eye-bulge,
and she held up a closed fist in the air in  front of me.  "What do
you see here?" and she tapped her hand four times  with her index
finger.  Her hand opened.

     On her palm rested...what was that?  It looked shiny, almost
damp,  and...transparent, almost.  I was amazed.

     "It's a ball, a plastic ball I guess.  Is this the Magic
Kingdom or  something?"

     "Queendom, more properly, I guess you could say, James.  Look
again,  closer."

     "Wait...it's a ... a bubble.  A soap bubble?"  How the hell
did she   tote a little soap bubble around, and hold it in her
hand?  It had to be  plastic.  "Maybe a balloon."

     "Right, James, it's a bubble you see there.  Now watch."  And
she  breathed onto her palm.  The shiny globe enlarged.  It looked
exactly like a  bubble, I could see it's glistening surface more
clearly now, as it swirled.   I waited for the pop, but there it
stayed.

     "And now...presto!"  and she lowered her hand.  The bubble
stayed right  where it was, didn't fall, didn't pop, just hung
there.  She blew toward it  again, and it grew to tennis-ball size.

     "Jesus, how do you DO that?  That's great!"  I felt as amazed
as any  child at a magic show.

     "I'm not really doing it, James...you are.  It's an illusion!" 
Puff.   And a basketball hovered in front of me, a globe of
infinite thinness, and  infinite swirling variety, sparkling in the
morning sunlight.  "Test it for  yourself."

     I reached out, and my hand passed through empty air, right
through the  ball!  It was immobile.  I tried again with a quick
swipe.  Nothing.

     "You can change it's size, James," came her voice as I stared
at the  bubble.  "Do it!"

     I breathed at the bubble, and it swelled.  I pulled air into
my mouth,  and it shrank.  I reduced it to point size, but couldn't
make it disappear.   I blew into it some more, and it swelled up
till it seemed to fill the upper  air of my bedroom.

     The swirling colors were like a planet's atmosphere, sped up
till I  could see vortexes and curved cloud fronts forming and re-
forming.  I  breathed in and out, in and out.  If this were an
illusion, I thought dimly  as my world grew and spun, then I
was...was...what was I anyway?

     And what was that dim murmuring I could hear way out here in
deep  space?  My ball shrank again, surrounded by tiny stars and
galaxies, it got  farther away, and farther...it was a point...a
twinkling point in black  empty space...emptiness of deep space, of
deep thought, of will of deep  desire...

     Desire.  What do I desire?  I know I have a body...somewhere! 
I  desire...I want...something sweet.  Where will I get it?  That's
easy, just  lift my head and stick out my tongue.  Mmmmmm that's
good, that's so sweet,  so sweeeeeet, no it's tart and tangy, a
little salty...it's soooo juicy and  tender and thick and sweet. 
Lick it and suck it and draw in its honey. pull  hard to get its
juice.  Suck it in deeply, deeeeeply.  Tease it.  Wiggle it  with
my tongue.  Waggle my lips over it.  Shake it.  Gently!  Faster! 
It's  flowing, it's flowing into me.  Lick.  Lick.  Lick.  Lick. 
Never stop...  lickandlickandlickandlick.... tongue can't stop...

     It's sooo deep and dark in here, I'll open my eyes.  I'll look
at my  juicysweet food.  It's red.  Red like blood, red and shiny. 
 Licklicklicklick.  It's moving away and my mouth follows it.  It
moves back,  and around, and it jiggles and jiggles as it flows. 
My tongue is stiff and  thick, stiffandthickstiffandthick.  I push
it way, way, wayyy in.  I hold  still.  It's heaven, and I moan out
loud.  I moan and it feels soooo good  and deep I hummm and the
heavens erupt in violence.  Head is jerked and  squeezed and
shook... Ahhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmm the most delicious wet burst of 
slippery delight into my throat.  Suck slower.  And slower.  Loosen
my  tongue.  Softer and softer.  I'll rest a moment, rest in my
dark pink nest.   Lick again.  Rest..... Rest.  Lean my head
against the flesh, the sweet  thick flesh.  Come back.  Come back.

     "Come back, James..."

     My cheek rests against a leg, a hot, hot leg.  A thigh.  I am
holding  two thighs, my head between.  I'm kneeling on my floor,
cradling two  buttocks in my hands.  My nose is about an inch from
a deep pink nodule.  A  bump.  A clitoris.  A cunt lies before my
eyes, I can look up inside it...

     "... I can see inside it."  I became aware that I am speaking!

     "What do you see?"  Zarah.

     "I see your clit.  It sticks way up between your lips."

     "My pussy lips."

     "Yes...they are open.  They're oozing.  They're open like
doors to a  cave.  Now they're squeezing together... and opening
again."

     "Go on, I'm getting turned on again."

      "There's some honeyjuice running out...it's dribbling down
inside your  crack."

     "Suck up my delicious juice.  Ooooh.  Alllll the way down my
crack.   Talk."

     "Your clit is bright red.  It looks hot and bright and shiny. 
Your ass  squeezes tight when your cunt closes and opens.  It's
squeezing more.  It's  hard and tight."

     "James, stand up, right where you are.  Good... look at me. 
Talk."

     "Your legs are spread out around mine.  They're dangling off
the end of  my bed.  You are holding your bosom in your hands. 
You're squeezing your  boobies together, and your fingers are
brushing your nipples.  You're  flipping them with your fingers. 
They're sticking out.  You're sliding over  your tummy, and
touching your clit.  Your fingers dip inside you.  You pull  them
out and they're all shiny and wet.  You're sucking on them."

     "I'm tasting my arousal, James.  While I play with myself in
front of  you, turn your back to me.  I'm looking at your bottom. 
There's something  there.  It's white and hard.  Back up tight
against my cunt so I can reach  it.  What do you feel?"

     "I feel a hard thing between my buttocks.  It's sticking out
of my  buttocks.  It's inside me, inside my ass."

     "How did it get there?"  The feeling of thickness pulling and
pushing.   It's Brenda's old vibrator, but I never played with
that!  My hands jerk  back for a feel as I realize that I have a
vibrator sticking out of my bare  ass!  I don't pull it out,
though!

     "No, you leave it right there.  It's deep within you, like I
am,  James."  More touching sensations, then I feel the tingly buzz
as the  instrument is switched on.

     "Turn back to face me."

     As the wand hums inside me, I watch Zarah spread her pussy,
pinch it  closed, lick her fingers some more, etc.

     "You don't remember our home visits here at all, James.  I
want it that  way.  But you'll remember this one, and soon I'll
show you more."  The  nipples are pinched and rolled around as I
stare down in confusion at her.   "We've had several, and you have
become very well-trained.  You forget when  I command you.  You do
many things with no hesitation or shame."  Her  fingers play on her
clit, over and over, and I watch her butt clench up.   "Your
vacation time will be spent with a couple final lessons."

     "Wait a minute, I don't HAVE a vacation now!" I began, feeling 
distressed and a little afraid of what I was hearing.

     Get the picture?  I'm standing between the legs of a
masturbating  woman, watching her spread her juice all around her
belly and breasts, with  a vibrator buzzing inside my ass, and I'm
trying a logical argument!

     "You phoned Jeff your boss three times to beg for it, and they
gave it  to you.  They like you there.  Also, it's about time for
you to have your  own dominance fantasies stimulated and fulfilled. 
Do you like that idea,  James?"

     "Yes, Mistress," hummed the vibrator, and I echoed it.

     "Of course you do... because of this!"  And she removed one
hand from  it busy work, and revealed the little soap bubble again. 
Her hand closed  down on it, and it was gone.  "Now I'm turned on
all over again... I think I  want to climax while I watch you. 
Bend down with your erection against my  clit."

     Oh yes, did I mention my hard-on yet?  Well, there it was, now
held in  Zarah's hand, being rubbed through her sopping hairs
(lightly), against her  honey-glazed lips (harder), and now around,
around and around her clitoris.   She pushed me subtly to lighten
the pressure, then pulled my hips up close  again.  I was in a
strained position, but the feeling of manipulation was  such a
turn-on I didn't notice.

     My arms braced me on the bed, with my face hanging over
Zarah's.  Her  features contorted, and the breath whistled between
her exposed teeth.  Her  free hand played with a breast, moved to
her mouth, or reached back and  scratched behind my nuts.

     I was turned on.

     Zarah's face reddened, and she commanded harshly:  "Stand!" 
Up I  stood, again viewing her passion-mottled flesh.  "Turn up
your rod!", and I  reached behind me (automatically?  from long
practice?) and the vibrations  shot straight through all my tubes
and membranes, right up my cock.

     "Milking machine!" came the voice, almost screaming now. 
Milking  machine?!?  I barely had time to chuckle before my penis
was swamped with a  powerful sensation as it stood out, pointing up
the axis of the stiffened,  quivering form of my mistress.  The
best I can describe it, it felt like an  oily, tight rubber
doughnut or a small toy inner tube was being rolled  continually up
the length of my stiff member.  Then another slide, and  another
and another, always rolling from the base towards the glans, in an 
irresistible pulling motion to which my body eagerly responded.  My
butt  clenched up, my knees quivered, and I looked down as I began
to give forth  my own treasure.

     A drop of liquid, and then a few more.  I bent backwards, and
grasped  the exposed handle of the vibrator.  My penis arced
upwards, and spat out a  short streamer, which landed across
Zarah's neck, and as more spurted out  across her body, she mingled
our fluids together, frosting herself with  them.  As she watched
my eruption, her legs were outstretched and their  muscles stood
out.  They pressed tightly and violently inwards, as if trying  to
close, but were of course blocked by my lower legs.  They flew
open, and  again scissored together.  Her voice rasped harshly
again, but her words  were gentle.

     "Oh, my lover, my sweet sweet lover, I make you come!  I make
you come  and come all over me, and I come and come and commmme..." 
Her voice broke  in a kind of sob, then:  "You may turn off all
your machinery now."  My dick  shrank down, still drooling, and the
vibrations ceased to shudder through  me.

     "Now clean my body... clean all our thick honey, our love
syrup, our  thick rich cream, tastes sooo good... oooh, feels sooo
good, your tongue and  lips.  That's right, taste me everywhere,
yesss, in my hot hot armpits,  yesss, get my neck too, lightly,
lightly, oooh, I'm still so quivery!"

     I lapped and stroked and sucked and kissed like Little Mr.
Shop-Vac!   My tongue felt like it was returning from a week-long
hike up and down the  rugged slopes of Mount Zarah... but God
almighty!  all the different tastes  of her body!  Her tart sweat,
my own bitter juice, the sharp tang in the hot  crack near her
anus, and finally I was allowed to... to..."

     "...to kisssss my mouth, James.  Rest your tongue now.  Look
in my  eyes, and take my mouth.  It is yours..." and her swollen
lips opened over  glistening teeth, and I lay beside her, and our
eyes met and our hot mouths  blended together.  Forever.

     Her huge eyes closed first, and then I could swoon away too,
wrapped in  her care.

     

      We awakened close to noon, and ate sandwiches.  I was told
many things  that long afternoon.

     Zarah had indeed been with me much more than I "remembered." 
Induced  amnesia was one of her practices.  "For a time, anyway,
and then I allow my  partners the option to control themselves
fully again.  I like the confusion  on your faces, as you obey me
without realizing it!"

     Other times, the trance state was a turn on to view, just as
it was to  me... just as it IS to me, I should say! for I have yet
to "outgrow" my lust  to render my sex partners helpless.

     But it had turned out that at least as strongly, I also wished
to  pretend that I had no self-control of my own... that I could be
dominated in  actions, as well as in thought or mood!  I say
"pretend" because one of  Zarah's ideas is that "subjects" like me
are only being assisted in acting  out deeply-buried fantasies,
rather than being actual "victims," or  unwilling seductees.

     As the day passed, I "noticed" subtle and obvious clues to
Zarah's  presence that I had earlier been "overlooking"... things
like a camcorder on  a tripod parked in one corner of my living
room... a shelf in my kitchen now  crammed with vitamin bottles,
and in the bathroom, where I took a shower  every morning...

     "...An enema bag?!?  I don't use those!" I stammered yet once
more,  then remembered... that vibrator stuck so deeply into my
asshole, without my  knowing it!

     "I have opened you up in many ways, my friend.  You'll learn
about them  as I choose.  I am leaving you for a while now, and
will call on you after  breakfast in the morning.  Get out.  Jog,
exercise, get a good night's rest.   Eight solid hours in deep
slumber, that's my prescription for you!  No, no  more questions! 
Tomorrow, James.  I have another meeting with a young  couple this
evening.  We'll go there together on Wednesday, I think.  Bill  and
Teresa are excellent vehicles, and I think I'll let you take charge
a  little bit then!"

     My heart lurched.

     "For tonight, you may watch this tape if you want to see some
more of  my methods from the 'other end,' as it were."  She held
out a video, labeled  simply:  "47 - James M."

     "I suggest you watch it with the sound off, otherwise you're
sure to  drop into trance again to the sound of my voice!"

     "Wait, now!  Forty-seven?  Do you mean to say that you have
had forty-six other men?"  I said, grabbing her wrist.  "Wait! 
You've gotta clear  some stuff up, baby!"

     Mistake.  Her eyes widened and narrowed, in annoyance this
time.

     "Nonsense, and that's my own business my dear sir.  Shackle!"

     And at the word "shackle," she thrust my wrist back against
the hallway  where we stood near my front door.  I heard a "click,"
and found my arm was  now stuck against the wall!  Before my head
could turn, she had pulled her  hand away from my grasp, grabbed my
other arm and clicked it into place as  well!  My arms were
stretched behind my back where I couldn't see them.  It  hurt a
little, and it REALLY hurt when I tried to pull away!

     "I think you're re-asserting a dominant role, and you're doing
it  rather badly just now," Zarah said, "and at a most inopportune
moment!"  I  won't stand for bullying behavior at any time, dear! 
I'll see you  tomorrow."

     And as I lunged against my manacles, she opened my door.  As
she left,  I heard her say, breezily:

     "Ten minute shackle, James!  Bye!"

     Damn!  I thought, she's turned my own home into a fucking
dungeon!  I  pulled as hard as I could, but I may as well have
tried to pull the  apartment wall down.  I could only shake and
jingle my fetters impotently as  I slowly calmed down.  Soon, I
began to think more coherently.  Who was  going to release me?

     You know, of course, and I should have too, by this time! 
When my arms  suddenly dropped from behind my back, and I rubbed my
wrists, they weren't  sore, or even red!  The only items on my wall
were the usual photos.... no  chains or handcuffs!  But I'd heard
them clank!... just like I'd seen that  soap bubble, right in front
of me, real as anything.  I had stuck myself to  that wall!

     I wandered around, poking into corners and closets and
drawers.  I  pulled out Zarah's underpants, plain, sheer black,
with a black cotton  crotch.  I smelled them, I wore them, they
gave me a hard-on.  I looked at  her razor, and her birth-control
pills.  Her shampoo.  She had a couple of  suppositories.  I left
them alone, in fact, I put everything back.  I  decided to work
out.  I ran seven miles, and took some laps at the "Y."  I  had a
nice meal out, and returned home at seven-thirty.

     The video tape still lay on the floor to my hallway, and I
picked it  up..  I took it into the TV, and popped it in the VCR. 
I left the sound off,  as I had been told.

     It consisted of several short segments, all featuring yours
truly, and  it felt really damn humiliating to see my own face
assume that slack-jawed,  droopy-lid expression that I lusted over
in others!   And I saw it many,  many times on the tape, from all
angles!

     SEGMENT 1:  My face, in close-up.  A finger is held in front
of me, and  my eyes are following its tip, with a wide-eyed stare. 
Up, down, around...  my eyeballs strive to follow every motion, but
my lids are soon blinking  rapidly, and as the finger rises to
touch my forehead, they roll right  upward under closing lids.

     SEGMENT 4:  I'm standing in my living room, facing Zarah.  She
dangles  a pendulum before me.  My eyeballs track, and the lids
droop.  Zarah moves  around behind me.  She lowers my trousers, and
plants a kiss on my backside.   She leaves the picture, returning
with that vibrator.  She's rubbing  lubricant onto it.  She touches
the tip to my crack, once, twice, very  lightly.  My hands reach
back, and pull my cheeks wide apart.  The  instrument slips right
up inside me, and now I'm led on a sleepwalk around  my floor...
steered like a push-cart by Zarah holding the protruding end.  I 
have a monstrous erection.

     SEGMENT 6:  Shot from the open door to my bathroom.  I'm
naked,  standing nest to the tub.  My arms are being held above
head by Zarah, and  Katherine sits on the closed toilet seat.  She
manipulates my member and  sucks it, apparently not to a climax,
because she leaves it thrust out  before me, and applies shaving
cream to my whole genital area.  She is  carefully shaving all my
hair off from around my cock.  I guess Zarah  "shackles" me,
because my arms remain straight up in the air even as I'm 
protesting my shave.  I wiggle my torso, but am "held in place." 
Katherine  takes hold of my balls, and I settle right down.  She
strokes the razor  gently and carefully over my crotch, and my
wriggling suddenly changes  character.  The cock jiggles a little,
then Kathy is stroking it with her  shaving cream as I apparently
come into her hand.

     As I watch this, my hand reaches in and encounters a short
stubble  inside my underpants, instead of my usual tight curls.  I
hadn't noticed  that either!

     SEGMENT 7:  The camera is started and focused jerkily, as if
it's been  turned on suddenly.  I'm still "chained up" in my
bathroom, though I'm now  standing in the tub.  My face shows
distress, and weariness.  The camera  zooms in, and I lift my head,
and turn my back.  A downward pan shows dark  streaks down the back
of my leg.  I have emptied my bowels right where I  stand, and the
smeared stool lies on and around my feet, that try to shake  off
the mess.

     My face turns to the lens, and even without sound, I can see
clearly  the words "please Mistress" on my lips, over and over.
There are tears.   Zoom back.  Zarah steps into the frame, and my
arms fall to my sides, as I  obviously cry out in pain.  How long
had I stood there, firmly chained to  the unyielding air?  Her hand
strokes my cheek, and I smile, and weep.  My  naked cock rises up,
untouched.

     SEGMENT 11:  A large room, holding some kind of party, about
eight or  ten people all together.  The group seems happy, and
there's lots of casual  hugging and touching going on.  I don't
recognize anyone on screen.  Camera  closes in and reveals some
kissing and fondling amongst various couples.

     Some heads turn, and I enter the picture, dressed in formal
tuxedo, but  no pants or underwear.  My crotch is hairless.  I'm
carrying drinks on a  tray like a butler.  A woman holds her wine
glass up, and taps it with a  cocktail fork.  I set down my tray,
walk to the center of the room, and  begin to turn myself round and
round, like a top.  I spin round and round,  and my arm stretches
straight out in front of me, pointing outwards.

     It's like "Spin-The-James," I guess, because I stop suddenly,
and the  camera pans in the direction of my arm, to show a girl in
a halter top,  who's now laughing and clapping.  She is helped to
disrobe quickly by some  other guests, who caress and tickle her
flesh as it all appears.  Her  breasts are fondled and kissed by
several others there.

     Her companion says something to her, lowering his shorts, and
she  kneels in front of his chair, and proceeds to suck his cock. 
Her butt  wriggles in the air as she slurps on his growing
erection, and into this  fascinating scene I appear, still
tuxedoed, and I crawl up behind her, and  bury my face right
between her ass cheeks!  As the picture fades, her  backside bucks
around wildly.

     The tape ran out, but my thoughts ran on for quite a while
before I  turned into bed.

                    Zarah.6txt     James' Initiation

     I spent part of the next day with Zarah.

     "Have you learned a few more things about yourself?"  were her
first  words to me next afternoon.  We had met in a large park near
the apartment,  and were seated together in a rather secluded area
behind some hedges.  On a  workday, this park was rather empty, and
no one came by our little area at  all.

     "I know you've had a chance to re-think your notion of
challenging ME!"  she said, and I apologized humbly to her.  We
spoke again of my first  encounters with hypnosis, at her show,
with Brenda, and my feelings as I  watched my date succumb.

     "The keys to successful induction are:  a willing subject
(even though  they might not realize they're willing at first!) and
ABSOLUTE CONFIDENCE.   Shortly I'll give you your first practice
session, with a very willing  subject.  Bill's coming over after a
weight-lifting session..  Now he's a  physical kind of man, and I
suggest a hand-clasp type of induction at  first... maybe arm-
wrestling himself?... then you can indulge your own  fantasies once
you've started him into trance.  Don't worry, James, he'll 
cooperate, he's a natural... just like you!  Remember Elizabeth,
from our  garden party?"

     I nodded.

     "Physical strength is just another asset to command... and you
really  can enjoy controlling such raw power, once it's been
yielded to you!"

     A very muscular fellow appeared soon thereafter, peering
around a  hedge, and waving to Zarah when he spied us.  He bounded
up the hill, and  shook her hand, then mine.  His grip was VERY
firm.  He dropped a duffel bag  onto the ground, and looked me
over..

     "You could use a little weight work, buddy," came his
judgment, "but  you must play handball or something, you're pretty
trim!"

     I allowed myself to be mostly the running type, and he
shrewdly  observed that "runners are loners... I like to be around
people.  The gym's  got it all!"

     "Bill and his wife Teresa are friends of mine, James,"
interjected  Zarah, "and we're invited over there tomorrow.  You
can see Bill's  trophies... he's a local arm-wrestling champion, I
believe!"

     "That's right!  I've collected a lot of junk jewelry and bar
T-shirts,  but it doesn't put much bread on the table!  I work rec
for the city...  summer football, weight training at the Y... you
know."

     "I guess you could show James some of the finer points?"
queried Zarah,  with a significant glance at me.

     "Right," I agreed, "I have some 'buddies' that regularly
wrench me over  a bar table, even though I'm pretty strong," I
added.  Share a couple of  secrets with me?  Looks like we'll never
meet in the same division... not  with those arms!"  and I patted
him on the arm.

     Zarah nodded at my approach, and Bill willingly sat us down at
a picnic  table, and gave me some pointers:  bending the wrist,
getting the jump of  the opponent, etc.  In the process, I got
ranked pretty good, and my  knuckles were sore when I called a
halt.  We chatted on about training, and  I mentioned isometrics.

     "Yeah, the old Charles Atlas shit," mocked Bill.  "Weights are
more  scientific."

     "But I've seen a couple of interesting techniques, like for
when you're  on a plane, or bus, and don't want to lose your edge,"
I offered.  "They  involve some imagination."

     "Hey, I'm not a piece of beef, I got a brain!"

     "Sure, I can see you do," I answered hastily.  Let me show you 
something, all right?"

     He assented, and I had him lock his hands together, and clasp
them as  tightly as he could.

     "This works better if you close your eyes," I instructed. 
"Now you  have to concentrate on your hands, and really get into
the feeling that  they're locked together.  You must use all your
strength to clasp them  tighter and tighter together.  That's
right," I observed the veins in his  forearms bulge out.  "You're
doing very well.  Keep squeeeezing them, and  focus, focus, focus
on your locked palms.

     "Now Bill, this works better if you now take three very deep
breaths,  squeezing tightly the whole time.  That's right, slow,
very deeeep breaths.   Deeper.  That's great, and keep squeezing. 
Those breaths help you  concentrate.  Now don't talk, just listen,
listen to me as I guide you  through the rest of the session.

     "Keep breathing slowly, and clasping those hands.  They're
locked  tightly together, and I'll help them stay locked tightly
together with a  mental image for you.  Keep your eyes closed and
breathe, and squeeeze...  Listen to my voice, listen carefully, and
all the other sounds will fade and  grow very quiet as you hold
tightly, tightly together."

     Bill was sitting on his bench, elbows resting on the table,
and looked  like he was a statue.  I kept on about listening to my
voice, etc.  I was  hypnotizing someone!  The feeling was
indescribable to see a person begin to  give himself up to my
persuasion.  I gained confidence, and my voice grew  deeper and
slower.

     "Let's take five more breaths, Bill.  Good.  Deeep slow
breathing,  brings deep, slow focus, tight hands, tight focus on my
voice.  My words...  my voice... you're tuned into my voice, Bill. 
I'd like you to confirm that  by the very smallest motion of your
head.  Nod when you feel perfectly  focused."

     The muscular neck tilted, ever so slightly, and I saw a furrow
appear  between Bill's brows.

     "Good, and you can relax again, except for those tight hands."

     The brow cleared.  "And now you're ready for some
reinforcement," I  continued.  Those muscles are strong, but
everyone can use some help!  So in  a moment you'll feel a touch on
those clasped hands.  A touch on those tight  tight hands, as you
feel my hands on yours.  The touch will help reinforce  your desire
to hold tight."

     Another small nod, and I began a light all-over stroking of
that block  of muscle and bone.

     "The feeling is strong, Bill, very strong, as you breeeeathe
over and  over, over and over... the feeling like glue, like a
strong, strong glue  that feels cool as it seeps over your hands,
over and over and over your  hands, between your fingers, between
your palms, and this glue is thick...  thicker and thicker as I
spread it around and around... around and  around..." (moving my
hands poetically over his, in time with my chant,)  "...around and
around your blocked hands.  When I give you the word, you can 
relax your grip, Bill, but we'll let that strong glue build and
set, set up  thick, hard and strong, and then I'll let you relax
for a moment, and then  you can continue to breathe deeeeply and
quietly, and listen only to the  sound of my voice, Bill... only to
me now... there are no other noises  anywhere, just the deep strong
breathing, and the deep strong voice... give  yourself to the
voice, Bill..."

     I moved my head gradually closer to Bill's, until I was
speaking very  softly. "When you are perfectly aware of nothing but
my voice, you may nod  your head... good, very goood, Bill, you are
nodding your head.

     "That glue has set completely now, and it can hold your hands
together,  so you may verrrrry slowly try to relax those fingers,
and loooosen that  grip, and let the glue hold your palms together
tightly, tightly, it's an  unbreakable bond, and in a moment I'll
allow you to prove a very interesting  and absorbing fact... that
your hands are stuck, stuck, stuck tightly  together, Bill, that my
glue has fastened them together sooo strongly that  it's just
impossible for you to break my hold... "

     Just as with Elizabeth, Bill found that all his strength was
now  useless against the imaginary glue.  I allowed, then
encouraged him to try  (and fail) to break his grip, and his face
grew red with strain as his arms  shook violently.

     "Bill, you've built up a lot of tension," I now said, "and
I'll let you  relax alllll that strain, as I stroke your hands
again, they relax, still  holding together, relax, you can't break
my hold, can you?"  He shook his  head.

     I felt a tug at my waist, as Zarah unzipped my fly.  My prick
burst  out, and she caressed it a few times, then nodded at me to
continue.

     "You are relaxed and breathing and hearing only my voice. 
Only my  voice.  Nothing exists but my voice for you.  Your hands
relax, your arms,  and your face..." and I firmly began a temple
massage as I stood behind him.

     "You're letting go and sinking into my voice.  Your signal for
deep  relaxation is the increasing weight and looseness of your
muscles.  You are  soft, you are yielding and soft, and now I will
very easily remove that glue  and let your heavy soft arms relax
limply down, down, down onto the table.   That's it, you are
powerless to move them, they have no ability to lift at  all, do
they?  You may answer me quietly.  Can you lift those arms at all? 
 Try harder."

     "... No... " and again his arms flexed impressively, as one
set of  muscles fought against another.

     Zarah was miming an arm-wrestling contest to me, so I sat down
across  the table and lifted his arm, which weighed a ton, and felt
as limp as rags.   I stroked his forearms down to his fingertips
and stopped his efforts.

     "You will attempt to use your strength against mine in a
contest, which  you can never, never win, Bill!"  I commanded. 
"Hold your right arm up and  stiffen it against mine.  Gooood. 
Exert all your effort to keep that one  limb standing upright.  Try
harder, and feel my power as my arm and my voice  have made you
helpless.  Here we go.  Push!"

     Bill's face registered no effort, but his biceps tightened and
his arm  locked.

     "As you feel your arm pushed easily, easily down, you'll feel
my  control over you deepen and deepen... and deepen, until you're
very deep  now, sinking... sinking... " and I merely pushed his arm
backwards to the  table... "...and when you feel it touch the table
you will give in  completely... completely... and there it lies. 
You are deeply under my  control now... deep within my power. 
Speak."

     "I am in your power."  The words came "Open your eyes and look
straight  ahead."

     He blinked slowly into the light.

     "Look over here now, right at my eyes, Bill.  That's it, gaze
right  into them.  I will perfect my control now.  Watch my eyes,
fall into their  power... I will make your lids heavy as lead
weights... heavier... you are  droopy and drowsy now... " and I
stared HARD right at him, "and you blink  and blink, and your brows
lift up as you try to keep them open, but I  command them to
drooooop and looosen and close.  I command them to close  now...
and you are deep asleep now.  Sleep, Bill."

     His head dropped down onto his chest, and he shortly began to
snore  gently.  I was now rubbing my cock, as I gave in to all my
fantasies.  I  lifted his head and tilted it backwards, and tested
the flaccidity of his  neck muscles.  I gently stroked his
forehead.  My cock bumped against his  torso, and I almost lost a
load of jism right there!  Zarah came up to me.

     "Bill's not as ... experiment oriented ... as you seem to be,
James,"  she told me, "and he'd probably not take suggestions
involving male sexual  contact ... yet.  You've done wonderfully
though, and we have about another  hour... I have an idea for
relieving both of us!"

     Soon we were back in my living room.  Bill had walked along
slowly as  we guided him.  Zarah had taken his arm to
surreptitiously guide him along,  and I kept up a steady stream of
trance suggestion as we walked.  He now  lolled back on my sofa. 
Zarah had quickly attached her camcorder to my  large-screen
monitor, and motioned me to continue.  I noticed her hand 
disappear beneath her denim skirt as I began my seduction of Bill.

     "Bill, listen once more, and respond to me," I intoned, "and
I will let  you enjoy a very pleasant and interesting dream.  You
are soon going to  watch a movie, Bill.  Do you like adult movies?"

     He nodded, and his lips formed words.

     "You will answer clearly, Bill, right now."

     "I like adult movies."

     "What do you like to see?  Answer, and go deeper as you do."

     "I like to see... to see... "

     "I'll allow you to say anything you want, use any words at
all... now I  command you to answer!"

     "I like to see big tits, big tits hanging and swinging
around."

     "Yes, he's a tit man, and it's causing troubles at home,"
interjected  Zarah to me in a whisper.  "Steer clear of tits for
now, because mine aren't  so big either, are they?"

     She had soft, nice breasts, certainly not "centerfold"
material, but  plenty nice to yours truly, who could now see them
plainly, as she was now  undressed.   Zarah's black panties were
still on, though.  She allowed me to  caress her for a moment, and
I pinched her nipples rather firmly, as she had  done herself
yesterday.  They hardened like rocks, and she sighed.

     "You wouldn't have been acting in sex show for a bodybuilder
in your  living room four months ago!"  She then got me back to the
job at hand, and  I turned again to my subject.

     "Yes, Bill.  Go on and tell me more things.  You like to see
a woman's  pussy?"

     "Yes."

     "And...?"

     "I like to see a hard-on.  I like to see fucking... "

     "Wonderful, Bill, that's just what you'll watch today!  Relax
wayyy  back in your seat now, and listen carefully.  When I allow
your eyes to open  you will be all alone in total privacy and
solitude.  You will of course  remain deeply entranced, won't you? 
Yes, you are nodding, and I will let  you watch a very special
silent sex movie, right in front of you.  There are  two actors,
who you don't recognize.  They will be total strangers to you.

     "As you watch this most enjoyable feature, I may ask you to
talk about  the action, or even to make suggestions.  SOME of your
suggestions will  magically become part of that move as you watch! 
Won't that be fun?"

     "Fun."

     "Now lift your head up, and slowly, slowly open your eyes. 
The movie  is starting.  Watch and enjoy!"

     I stood before him as his lids blinked and pulled upwards. 
"Speak.   Tell me what you see before your eyes."

     "I see a man, with a woman behind him.  He's looking down at
me, and he  has a hard-on."

     "Yes, good, now talk about his hard-on."

     "It pokes out from his belly.  There's no hair, and it's very
pink.   It's twitching in the air.  Now he's spreading his legs a
little and I can  see his nuts.  He's holding his nuts and flopping
them around."  Bill's  breath got shorter.  "This is good, he's
starting to come."

     Oh, shit, I was falling into my own trance!  I felt that
orgasmic burn  starting up my shaft!  I was desperate, but Bill
continued describing the  action.

     "Now a woman comes around and looks at the man.  She's
touching her  finger to his head and saying some things.  He's
nodding, and his dick's  getting soft again.  Now she kisses him,
and he turns around again."

     Saved! by Zarah, who saw my dilemma, and quickly removed some
of my  tension.  I of course had sunk into trance instantly, and
missed Bill's  (amusing) color commentary till later, when I
watched the videotape.  She  roused me again, with a giggle of
amusement, and I tweaked her nips again,  hoping she'd like it. 
She did.

     "Yes, Bill," I continued shakily, "did you like to look at
that  erection?  Why?"

     "Yes, it was hard and strong, it could stick way up inside her
cunt."

     "I'll let you stay deeply hypnotized, and you may watch some
more movie  now.  Watch and respond."

     He's standing facing me again.  He opens his legs a little. 
Now the  woman comes around and sits on the coffee table.  Her face
is touching his  hip, and she's ... she's sliding a hand through
his legs.  Ohh."

     "What is, Bill?  You are here alone in the theater, there's no
one else  here at all, shall I let you move your arms and hands?"

     "Yeah... I'm gettin' a hard-on.  It's exciting."  I allowed
him to  release a short, thick penis from his sweatpants, and he
began to fondle  himself as he watched us.

     "That's nice to see, she's sliding her fingers around his
nuts, and his  dick is coming up again.  She's kissing the side of
his dick.  She's licking  on it, and feeling his nuts, and it's
really hard again!"

     "Tell him that your dick will become his," urged my partner,
looking up  at me from her position at my groin.

     "Bill, as you watch the man's penis, it might seem that you
feel  everything he feels, wouldn't that be nice?"

     "Ohhh, I can feel that slobbery tongue on my dick," came the
instant  reply.

     "Yes, just describe what you see now," I commanded.

     "She's kneeling on the coffee table with her butt up in the
air.  It's  wiggling.  Now she's tickling him again."

     "Yesss, Bill," I hissed.  "Her fingers are stroking, stroking,
stroking  the underside of his big prick.  It gets bigger... oooh! 
Go on, Bill!"

     "Now he's tickling himself, and she's tickling his nuts.  He's 
squeezing his dick, and it's purple, and she's pulling on his balls
to make  him move that... that... big purple dick... right up to
her lips.  She's  looking up at him.  Her eyes are big, real big!"

     Tell me about it!  I was watching as her tongue got her lips
all  slobbery, and slowly, slowly, slowly, she brought my balled-up
glans to  them.  Her gaze was unblinking, but I felt awake.  Awake! 
I felt  superhuman, ordinarily I would have shot my wad ten minutes
ago!

     "Don't speak, Bill, watch now," I croaked.

     I let her pull my cock head against her closed lips, and she
lightly  and wetly slid them across my tip.  Again, again, and she
pulled back to  show me her slightly pursed O of a mouth, her red,
red lips that looked very  thick, covered in saliva, slippery,
slippery lips, that again accepted just  ... the ... very ... tip
of my penis.

     "Bill... remember you may come only when he does.  Speak!"

     The reply came in a croak.  "Her lips are drooling on him,
she's  holding his nuts with her fingertips, and pulling it inside,
it's slipping  in, its sliding in, she's stopping it.  She's
looking up at him.  She's  grabbing his butt now, and squeezing his
ass.  She's backing up off the  table, she's kneeling on the
floor."

     She's motioned me over closer to the couch.  "Tell him to sit
up  closer!"

     "Bill, you want to see better, sit up and lean forward. 
Forward.   Deeper and deeper as you watch.  Speak."

     "She's right up close, I can see everything real close.  Her
mouth is  big and round.  Her cheeks are sucking in, they're
puckered up.  She's  pushing him away... slowly.  His dick is
coming out little by little.  It's  slimy and red.  Her lips are
pulling after it, she's got her drool all over  his dick.  N-n-ngh. 
Just the head left in now.  Nnnngh!  She's so close,  she tugs on
his balls and his dick pops out."

     Shploop!

     "Her mouth is still open, there's drool running down her chin. 
She's  turning to look...  It's like she's looking right at me. 
Her lips are  kissing and sucking and making that O shape.  She's
flickering her tongue.   Her eyes... her eyes... " His voice got
dreamy suddenly.  I knew what that  was all about, and I had to
take a risk.  This was MY subject for once!

     "Oh, he's pulled her hair, and she's taking him in her mouth
again.   He's moving her head around on his dick.  Faster and
faster... Nnnnnngh,   mmmmph... "

     I pulled out, my dick on fire, and turned her face to Bill
again.  I  brought my steaming cock right up to his face too.  It
jerked near his open  mouth.

     "She's... slurping it again, she's smiling.  It tastes good. 
Real  good!  She's gobbling at it, and licking it all over.  It's
so close.  I can  almost taste it myself!"  He licked his lips.

     Once again, I almost lost it, but had some reserve of control
left.  I  brought my cock even closer to Bill's lips.  He made
little kissing noises.   I pulled her mouth up right in front of
his eyes, and plunged in again.  She  shook me a little, like a
terrier, and I popped out again.

     Bill was making loud slurping sounds himself now as his eyes
bulged out  of their sockets.  He was jerking himself off, and
looked close to coming.

     "Your hands are heavy and limp again, Bill," I ordered,
testing him.   "They are helpless, they are heavy, they fall to
your side.  You cannot move  them."

     He whimpered a little, but his arms dropped like stones.  His
dick  poked up impatiently.

     "You are so aroused now Bill, but you can't come yet, there's
lots more  movie to go! and you can enjoy all the movie better by
just imagining those  sensations... the lovely slurrrpy feelings,
alll over YOU!"   I made a sound  with my mouth, close to his ear,
and his cock jerked.  "That's right, deeper  and deeper as you
experience the next scene.  Speak!"

     "She's brought a chair in.  She's pinching her tits, and he
sits on the  chair and pulls her tits over to his mouth.  He's
sucking on them, and  pinching them.  She puts her head back, and
he strokes her throat.  Her butt  is wiggling around.  She's
turning around, and backing up to him.  She's  bending way down, oh
God, her tits are dangling and flopping around,  nnngh...

     "He's holding her ass in his hands and he's pulling it back to
his  face.  She's bent wayyy over the table, and he's tickling her
butt.  He's  licking her... her whole crack, up and down, up and
down.  His fingers are  twiddling her and tickling all around her
crack.  He's wiggling his head to  get deeper.  He spreads her
apart, there's her asshole, he's licking all  around it, she's wide
apart, and he's licking her.  She's shaking."

     I pulled back, and standing, moved her rear to face my subject
on the  sofa.

     "Her asshole is real red.  It's puckering, and her cunt is all
wet.   It's really really wet!  There's some drops coming out. 
He's opening her  pussy wide, and sticks in his fingers, he's
wiggling his fingers in her  cunt.  Now he's sitting back down, and
he's pulling her onto his lap.  She  wiggles down on his lap.  He's
reaching around and flipping her nips with  his finger, flipping
them hard, and she's wiggling around."

     That was an understatement!  She was shaking like she had
epilepsy!   Especially inside!  But I had a little extra plan for
her.  I found my  voice.

     "Watch this part Bill, you'll like this!"  I held her buttocks
and  tried to lift her up off my lap.  I managed to move her, then
she got the  idea and helped with her own legs.  "Speak!"

     "He's lifting her up and down!"  said my subject.  "She's
feeling his  dick in her while he lifts her up and down, up and
down!  She's smiling, she  loves it, she's playing with her own
tits!"

     The strain on my arms was too much, and I guided her all the
way off.   She knelt again, and I sucked her bright labia and her
clitoris for a few  moments.  then I stood up.

     "Did you like our movie, Bill?"

     "Nghngh... yes... yes!  I'm horny!  I'm horny!  I gotta shoot,
let me  shoot!"  His poor cock was twitching, and I watched him try
to lift his  hands from his couch.

     "The movie's over Bill, now let me sooooth you just a little,
you're so  hot, I'll just calm you down a little bit," I intoned,
and drew his eyelids  down.  He was still breathing hard.  I dared
a little touch on his cock, and  my hand felt like it would melt
from his heat!  I stroked his arms till I  felt resistance cease
again.

     "Now Bill, you remember the end of the film, remember it well,
and I'll  give you a lovely wet dream.  You know, a lovely wet
dream where you can  shoot off alllll by yourself as you sleeeeep. 
You can come and come and  come!

     "This dream will star you, Zarah!" I said in an aside, "if you
like."

     She nodded, understanding, and scampered into the bedroom,
returning  swiftly with a condom, which she unwrapped.  She bent
and kissed my dick  again.  I returned the favor by feasting on her
ears, eyelids and neck as,  with intrepid fingers and palms, I
explored the Amazon jungle between her  tightly-squeezed thighs.

     "Bill, you are ready now," I said confidently, and he nodded
his head  vigorously, eyes closed.  His dick was still very much
erect.  I moved to  kneel at his feet, and said:  "Now I will allow
you to feel the same tingly  sensation you saw on the screen.  The
lips slipped over and over and over  his penis, and it got bigger
and bigger with excitement."  I opened the  rubber, and began
slipping it onto his cock.  His whole pelvis jerked at the 
contact, and I said, "Bill, don't move!  Just feeeel the tingle as
you  remain asleep!"

     As I rolled the rubber down, my hands couldn't resist
squeezing on his  erection.  I had never touched a man this way
before, or ANY way, come to  that!  I guess his trance made it easy
to dare.  I could imagine what he was  feeling pretty well, and my
fingertips delicately followed his bursting  contours.

     "Now you will dream of a beautiful woman, a woman who wants
you to  stick your cock right into her, Bill!  She wants you to
hold her ass, and  lift her up and down on your dick.  She's wet
and steamy-hot for you Bill,  so I will allow you to gain all your
mighty strength back into your arms.   You will lift her and lower
her many times, until I let you release your  come.  Tell me you
will obey!"

     "I will obey you, I'll obey you!"

     "You may lift your arms.  Feel her beautiful soft buttocks in
your  hands," and Zarah backed up to the sofa.  She was grasped,
and squeezed, and  her eyes sparkled as she faced me.

     "I'm hot, James, I'm soooo hot!  No fooling around, let him
pump me!"   she whispered urgently.

     "Bill, follow my timing commands.  You may lower her right
down onto  your thick strong root now.  Hold her right there!"

     She was impaled on his cock.  She wriggled her bottom all
around,  squeezing herself onto her intruder. This alone was enough
to trigger her  orgasm.  As I watched, her neck flushed, and her
fingers flew over her  clitoris.  Her eyes squeezed shut, and her
breasts jiggled attractively.  I  sucked a nipple, hard as a little
wooden peg, and she said "Awrkk."  I  sucked the other one, and she
said "Ooooohhh."

     "Are you ready for your fucking, Zarah?"

     "Yes, you bastard... Fuck me, Bill, fuck me!" she insisted,
forgetting  that he was MY subject this afternoon!  He simply sat
there, waiting for my  orders!  What a power trip!  She writhed
around in frustration.

     She was too hot to think of pulling her mesmeric tricks on me
just  then, or she chose to let me run things.

     "You like waiting for a fucking, Zarah?"  I challenged, and
she cursed  me again.

     "I'm hot, James, make him fuck me!  Make him fuck me hard!

     "Bill," I said, ignoring her (for which I'd pay a price
later!), "What  weight can you curl?"

     "Nnnngh... nnnnghghgh... two-eighty for twenty reps... Urrgh,
it's  tingling, it's tingling!"

     "Bill, you will remain pleasurably erect, and just a little
numb until  I release you!  Obey me!"  He settled back again, and
Zarah glared at me.  I  averted my eyes, I wanted to be aware of my
entire production!

     "See, Zarah, he can lift a lightweight thing like you a good
while,  especially when you help!  You're ready?"

     "James... look at me please... " came her voice, quivering yet
low and  firm.  I resisted.  I resisted!

     "Wait, Mistress, I just want it to be perfect... I'm starting
now!   Bill, you will now lift and lower your woman.  Up and down
she goes,  there... " I said soothingly to Zarah, "is that all
right?"

     "James, I'll....   I'll repay you for this... this.... oh God,
make him  go faster."

     "Please?"

     "Yes, please, please, you dildo head.. Oh, ohhhh..."

     I risked turning back.

     "Wonderful, Bill, it feels good, doesn't it, how does it feel
on your  big cock?"

     "It's hot and slippery.  It's squeezy on my cock!"

     "Bill, you have fine strong arms.  In your deep dream now you
must lift  and lower her faster, faster.  Good, it's easy, isn't
it?"

     "Yes she is very light."

     "Brace your elbows a little, and you can go on and on, it
feels sooo  good, Bill!"

     My mistress agreed, she had leaned back completely against
Bill's  chest, and her head hung backwards.  Her thighs straddled
his knees, and I  had an incredible view.  He lifted her up and
lowered her down with  metronomic regularity.  Her arms now flopped
down to her sides, and her  titties poked up toward me, as her
shoulders pulled themselves backward.   She seemed to be pretending
she was helpless and soft and unable to move by  her own will!  I
made a mental note of her state, as I adjusted her camera,  and
zoomed in a little.

     She was approaching another climax, when I made another
change.  I was  really banking on her sexual fervor to save me from
retaliation.

     "Slow down now, Bill, slow down and stop.  Hold her up higher. 
Higher  and higher. Lift, I command you!"

     And soon his sheathed erection was poking into the air, just
below a  gaping pair of engorged labia.  They dripped continuously
onto his pubes.   She wiggled her butt, but his arms didn't budge. 
Her eyes were wild as they  flew open.

     "Lower her back into your lap," I said.  As he complied, I
held his  penis and prevented it from sliding back inside.  The TV
screen replayed the  closeup of a cock nestled snugly in Zarah's
cleft.  She reached down and  grabbed it.  She rubbed it and slid
it sideways over her labia, and vibrated  it against her clit.  Now
she was coming again, to the chant of "Damn you  ... damn you ...
damn you..."

     "Mistress, I want you please to suck me as you come," I
begged, in my  most subservient tones.  "Lean forward and suck me. 
Please?  I'm so hot,  Mistress!"  This was a tactic to blunt her
anger, and leave her feeling in  control of SOMETHING.  It worked,
she leaned forward as I requested, and her  lips met my shaft. 
Then she nipped me slightly with her teeth, which set me  off.

     "Bill, you have your dreamy hot cunt now.  Your dick is
tingling.  Lift  your cunt as fast as you want.  Jiggle it.  Drop
it down on your pole.   Fuck.  Your wet dream will come upon you. 
Fuck fast and hard!"

     And we were off.  Later, watching this scene on the tape years
later, I  would always come almost immediately, and so would anyone
else who saw it.

     Zarah leaned way forward.  My knees were bent so I could lean
forward.   My cock thrust forward and upwards into her mouth. 
Zarah made noises in her  throat, which was being jiggled up and
down by the motions of her body.  Her  arms soon dropped away and
dangled and flopped loosely down, as she was  supported by Bill's
strength and my hands under her armpits.  She had  stiffened her
torso so that as she was lifted, her lips slid up, as she was 
dropped, she took as much as possible of me in.  Sometimes she
tightened her  mouth so I just jiggled.  I heard Bill grunting and
gasping as he pistoned  onto her, and she had stopped saying "Damn
... damn... damn," and was now  chanting "phphphuck... phphphuck...
phphuck" around my dick.

     I felt my climax.  Her tongue ravished me as it felt my first
tiny wet  burst, then I was pumping out, pumping and pumping.  I
pushed her back  upright, and she trailed ribbons and filaments of
jism from her slack lips  as she flopped back against Bill again. 
Lift and drop lift and drop lift  and drop...

     Her hands worked at her clit again, and I stepped over and
coated my  hands in the juices from mouth and cunt.  I rubbed them
over her breasts,  and their tips puckered up fearfully hard.  She
gasped quite loudly, and  came as I massaged juice into her face
and scalp as it jiggled up and down,  up and down.  The base of
Bill's cock was inundated by her spendings.

     "Are you ready to come, Bill?"

     "Yessssssss!"

     I pulled Zarah off, and she lay panting on the carpet, eyes
closed,  buttocks still squeezing, fingers between her legs, and I
knelt down right  between his outstretched feet.

     "And now, deep in your wet dream, you're fucking, fucking,
fucking!"  His lips pulled back over his teeth.  I smelt Zarah's
gusher all over his  condom, and spoke again to him, very loudly.

     "You will say "Coming" out loud now, over and over, until you
are  spent, and deep asleep again.  Come."

     I touched my own fingertips to his testicles.  I smelled
Zarah, I  tasted the pussy as my lips closed lightly around his
shaft.  Bill was  saying "coming" very loudly, slower and slower,
and I felt the tube of flesh  in my mouth, encased by its thin
slippery sheath, and it suddenly seemed to  weigh more.  I pulled
back and watched as I tickled Bill's balls, and felt  them pucker. 
The reservoir was suddenly cloudy, and stuck out as his fluid 
began to jet.  I knew how he felt, believe me!

     "Com-m-m-mingggg," crooned Bill, leaning back.  I milked and
tickled  him further, watching the cloudy liquid pulse into the
rubber, oozing around  his bulbous tip, backing almost halfway up
the length of his pecker.

     "Com-m-m.... " came the very low voice, and now I heard his
breath  deepen and strengthen again.  His erection was drooping,
but when I held it  again, I felt a surge.  I rested my hand there,
squeezing gently on his  softening penis like I did to myself when
masturbating.  I rotated his  balls, and cupped them, as they too
slowly softened and hung down again.   Bill slept.

     Zarah was whispering something from the floor, and I bent down
to hear.

     "Suck me clean too, James, please?  I loved it when you
cleaned me  yesterday.  Send him back to the park.  Hurry!  I'm
still aroused!  Show him  a pendulum, you'll get hard again too!"

     That I couldn't believe, but I rolled myself upright, and
pulled his  track pants up again.  I took his hands, and bade him
stand.  He rose up out  of the sofa as if he were oiled.

     "Bill, I will now send you back to the park.  Do you remember
where you  came to meet Zarah?"

     "Yes."

     "You will be alert as you walk there now.  When you arrive,
you will  give yourself a signal.  This signal will cause you to
sit on a park bench  and fall deep asleep.  Understand?"

     "Deep asleep," he nodded.

     "Yes, and when you awaken, you will remember NOTHING of this 
afternoon... you never met Zarah, you have not met me... you spent
the whole  afternoon jogging, and sleeping in the park.  Repeat."

     "...Jogging and sleeping in the park."

     "Perfect.  Here is your signal.  extend your arm straight in
front of  you.  Yes.  Open your sleepy eyes.  Good... now, hanging
from your finger is  a shiny pendulum, Bill.  I'll take your hand
and move it just a little.   Watch the pendulum sway and sparkle in
the light.  When you see it clearly,  tell me... "

     "... I see it," he said, and his eyes swayed back and forth. 
Yes, the  sight made my cock rise again!

     "You see it sparkle clearly.  This is your signal.  When you
get to the  park bench, hold out the pendulum, watch it for a few
seconds, become  drowsy, drop off to sleep right on the bench. 
Forget everything from the  time you met us today.  Obey all my
orders, Bill."

     "I will obey you."

     "Of course you will.  Now you may leave.  You are alert, and
you will  stay alert enough to get to the park."

     He left us, and I turned to Zarah, with a semi hard-on.  It
stiffened  as she praised my abilities.

     "You will make a wonderful master, James!" she cooed, "I knew
you  would!  Would you like to fuck me now?"  She lay on her back,
opened her  eyes (and her knees) wide, and lifted her pudendum up
toward me.

     I was on her in a flash.  The rest you can imagine, but it
didn't last  long, I was so exhausted!

                  Zarah.7txt     Bill and Teresa

     Next afternoon, Zarah and I walked up the sidewalk of a duplex
on the  north side of town.  She confessed to being awfully turned
on by her bout  with Bill the day before.

     "James, I'm randy as can be!" she giggled, again using a
slightly  antiquated speech that made me think that English was not
her primary  language.  "I just want to indulge myself with that
hunk this afternoon...  I'm sure you and Teresa can find things to
do, mm?"  She grabbed my hand,  and rested it right on her ass as
she glided up the walk to the small row  house ahead.

     "I'm sure she'll find you attractive... especially since you
don't  smell as bad today!"  Another giggle, and I blushed (and
seethed a little  inwardly).

     After our "guest" Bill had left us, I had fucked myself
quickly into a  stupor between Zarah's thin but strong thighs..  On
recovering, I had been  headed for my bathroom, when she had
innocently asked my purpose.

     "Gotta take a dump, Babe!" I said, nonchalantly, and stupidly! 
First,  she hates cavalier macho terms like "babe!"  Second, she
remembered that I  had teased her with Bill earlier that day, and
now was an opportunity for  instant revenge!

     "Did you say 'dump,' my dear?" she asked innocently.  I was
turning to  make another wise crack, when I felt her approach me. 
Her finger reached  around to tap my forehead, and my legs stopped
moving, as if a power switch  had been cut.

     "What are you doing, Zarah?" I complained (still in Stupid
Mode).  I  was awake, but rooted to the floor!  I realized then
that I had been  implanted with more than one unbreakable
suggestion, just as I had done to  Bill a few minutes before.  THEN
I remembered the video I had seen of myself  "chained" invisibly in
my bathtub.

     The pressure in my bowels had perversely built up to a sharp
pang all  of a sudden, and I had to go!  But Zarah was walking
around behind me (I had  reached the kitchen before being zapped)
and patting my bare ass fondly.  I  groaned as she rubbed my groin,
pressing it and making the urgency grow  unbearable.

     "Ooopsy-doopsie, here comes your poopsie!" she chanted, and
like an  overstrained spring, I felt my anal sphincter begin to
give way.  She  pressed me again, HARD, and... you guessed it... I
was emptying my bowels  onto my linoleum.  I grunted like a pig as
the relief swept over me.

     I confess now that I wasn't too embarrassed.  I must have been 
"persuaded" on other unremembered occasions as a part of Zarah's 
reinforcement, and indeed, she stated as much to me, as I mopped
and  scrubbed the mess away.

     "Do let's remember the natural pecking order here, lover!" was
her  comment, "and be glad I don't have you rinse off your nice
clean floor with  a deposit from the National Bladder Reserve!" 
She chuckled again as I  hurried away to piss (and to clean my
lower half up) before she changed her  mind.

     My success with Bill lingered in my ego, even after that small 
humiliation, and carried me through my entrance into Bill's house
next day.   He and his wife were both there.  Zarah had told me
that she had been  "helping" Teresa deal with a feeling that her
breasts were too small.  I  remembered Bill's fondness for big
floppy ones, confessed to me the day  before.

     "We work with mental images, of course," Zarah confided.. 
"You'll see,  and I know you'll join right in with the spirit of
the thing, won't you  James?"

     I assented (I was going to say no, right?), and just before
the door  opened, Zarah gave my cojones a gentle shake of
encouragement.

     Teresa was a fairly skinny brunette, possessing an ordinary
figure with  wide, bony hips.  Her skin was a gorgeous smooth pale
cream tone,  unblemished except for several freckles on her cheeks
and forehead.  I  judged her unexciting, probably because (horror
of horrors!) she was  obviously uninterested in me!  She seemed
quite stand-offish.

     Their living room was low-budget conventional, even sporting
an old  "Lava-Lite" over on an end-table!  A small sofa and
recliner, plus a couple  of chairs and the usual "entertainment
module" made up the balance of the  decor.  No books, no magazines
save a Newsweek and a TV Guide.

     After greeting us, Bill fetched beverages and Teresa plunked
herself  down on the sofa.  She chatted exclusively to Zarah, while
Bill rather  apologetically did the male-bonding bit with me about
ball scores and the  like.  He seemed completely unaware of his
activities on the day before, and  treated me as a stranger that
Zarah had dragged along.  We were listening to  Zarah give some
rather bland statistics about her "counselling work,"  when  she
shot me a sideways glance, and stood up.

     "Bill and Teresa have been very helpful to me in my research,
James,"  Zarah remarked.  She leaned over to the Lava-Lite and
switched it on.  It  glowed and started doing it's thing.  Big
deal...

     Except it was a big deal to the young couple, whose chatter
had  stopped, and who watched the lamp VERY intently.

     "I use different reinforcement as is suitable and fun,"  Zarah
said to  me, now ignoring Bill and Teresa, who had sat back into
their cushions,  staring blankly at their lamp!  "Of course, I've
already done a few sessions  with them both."

     Turning back to the pair, Zarah now commenced her verbal
induction.

     "What's happening to you, Bill?"  she demanded softly, and
Bill seemed  to try for a minute to turn towards her.  His eyes
were already blinking  slowly.

     "I am...watching the light...watching the light..." he
intoned, as if  he were chanting.  "I can't look away...I must
watch it...closely..."

     "Watch it, Bill...right into it...and Teresa, tell me how you
feel,  dear."

     "I can't move...my body is still...I am feeling so
very...very..." she  trailed off, and I saw her right arm jerk a
little on her lap.  Zarah told  her to continue, and she did so,
reciting her rote lessons obediently.  I  moved right up next to
her so I could watch her face and body closely.

     "I see nothing but our light," she breathed.  I saw her facial
muscles  loosen, and her features become smooth as she went on. 
"Nothing exists  except for the light...the wonderful light...I
must watch and listen  carefully...listen..."

     "What will you listen for, Bill?  And you may close your eyes
now."

     "I will hear your voice, and obey your commands," Bill replied
now, in  a deep monotone.

     His wife's arm jerked again, and commenced to rise off her
lap,  followed by the other.  The hands lifted up towards her face,
and her  fingertips began to circle and stroke herself round her
temples.

     "What do you feel, Tessie?"  The answer was instant.

     "I feel my Mistress stroking me, making me go deeper and
deeper."

     "Yes, of course you are.  Now as you drift away, you will find
you may  speak honestly and frankly without any shame before I make
you go deeper.   Tell us about your negative image of yourself."

     "I've been embarrassed about my figure," began the girl.  "I
wore  padded bras, but... but why should I have to, anyway?"  she
pleaded.  Her  face transparently showed frustration, and a tear
lurked in the corner of  one eye, even as she continued her self-
massage.

     "All right, Tessie very good.  I will now allow you to  slow-
w-wly spin  right into your light... and deepen now," droned Zarah,
and Teresa's face  quickly cleared and her eyes shut.  Zarah
lowered the girl's hands to the  couch.

     "I shall now open your blouse, my dear Tessie, feel its silky
smo-o-o-othness slip and slide off the lovely sleek muscles of your
elegant long  neck, over the shoulders, over the shoulders and down
the arms... smooth,  smooth silk on your lovely bare, warm skin...
those soft, strong shoulders  and arms..."

     Teresa allowed the removal of her clothing with a faint smile,
and sat  up a little straighter with pride at her mistress' praise. 
Her bra was  quickly unsnapped and discarded, and I saw that
Teresa's breasts were indeed  narrow and elongated, with a tendency
to be a little floppy.  Their pale  skin tone set off a lovely pair
of pale pink tips.  They rose and fell in  deep untroubled breaths.

     Lordy, I was hard!  I wanted to lick her parted lips, and
stroke that  unresisting flesh...I wanted to command her, as Zarah
did so very  effortlessly.

     "Tessie, we know that beauty starts with fitness and pride,
and self-love.  You have been working hard on your pectoral muscles
over the last  three weeks, doing your exercises happily.... show us
how you work."

     Teresa began a typical isometric routine of pressing and
pulling hand  and arm movements.  Indeed, the soft mounds lifted
and fell, lifted and  fell, bouncing with smooth elasticity as
Teresa exercised.  Zarah and I  watched her silently for a while,
and when she spoke again, her voice had  grown huskier.

     "That's wonderful, you can be very proud, girl... you may feel
proud of  your development... now that pride," she went on, seeing
the woman smile  happily, "that is good for your mind and body. 
Now in a moment, I will turn  you over to James.  You will allow
him to guide you for a while, obey him  instantly just as you do
me, yes?"  The girl nodded.

     "Oh, Williammm..."

     "Yes..."

     "Are you deep for me, dear?"

     "I am very deep now..."

     "Open your zipper."

     His fingers fumbled at his trousers, like mine must have on
that first  night, like mine were now!  Zarah brought two low
stools closer, and lifted  his feet up to rest on them.  She moved
the stools about three feet apart,  opening his legs.  She then
touched the subject's forehead, and said, more  commandingly,
"James, pull off his pants and his underwear.  That's fine,  toss
them over there, yes.  Now Billy..." she crooned.

     "Yes, Mistress."

     "We can look at you, we're watching you respond to my
commands...  you're so lovely, my darling... we can see
everything... we can see that  lovely package hanging so sweetly
down between your thighs... hanging and  dangling down, dangling
so-o-o heavily and thickly...  it's tingly, now,  with a tingly,
prickly heat, it tickles your knees, your thick muscles on  your
legs, it tingles so-o-o pleasurably, doesn't it dear?"

     As I watched, each slow regular beat of Bill's pulse seemed to
surge  right up into his cock, and it stirred along his muscular
thigh, stirred,  and lifted rhythmically, pulsingly, more and more
upright.  

     "Surging up into the air now, straight up...Billy, your penis
will now  become fully erect for all of us to see.  Erect now!"

     The cock straightened out.  It gave a jerk, frozen stiffly for
an  instant, and I saw its knob swell as the man gave a little
gasp.  I really  had an impulse to touch its hardening length...
but my hands were already  occupied.

     Teresa had continued her self-deepening, apparently oblivious
to her  husband's condition, and I reached out to her.  I touched
her circling  fingers, and they stopped.  I pulled her arms out in
front of her, and they  remained stuck in mid-air, wherever I
placed them.  I lifted her arms above  her head, and looked to
Zarah.

     Zarah had reached under Bill's shirt and was caressing his
chest.  She  nodded at me.

     "Yes, Tessie's in a somnambulistic state... just like you're 
sleepwalking, aren't you, Teresa?"

     Almost inaudibly came a low groan from the woman.  I
immediately began  caressing her face and neck, as if she were a
living, breathing mannequin.   When I pulled on her hands, after a
moment she rose unsteadily from her  couch and stood before me.  In
the background of my attention was Zarah's  voice, as she took her
pleasure with Bill.

     "I just love to watch your erection, Billy... I'm so-o-o
attracted to  the sight of your pulsing, twitching cock... your
long root growing and  swelling... you're getting stiffer and
stiffer, Billy, stiffer and  stiffer... remember, dear,  you may
not come yet, just tingle a while why I  watch you."

     I saw his root sway and twitch, stiffen and loosen.  So did
Zarah, who  was now undressing herself hastily.

     I was standing before Teresa, my own member throbbing madly. 
My  fingers were fumbling at her skirt, pulling it down and off,
and then her  pantyhose.  Her shoes were still on.  I pulled
everything down to the floor,  and lifted one foot at a time out of
the little heap.  I could smell her  pungent sweat.  As I led her
into the bedroom, I looked back.

     Bill now sported a flaming red condom on his thick six or
seven inches.   He was sitting upright, with Zarah in his lap.  His
head still lay back  along the couch, but his hands were under her
ass, and his bulging arms  moved her body effortlessly, up and
down, impaling her slowly and  relentlessly like a weightlifter
doing arm curls.  Zarah called out in  rather a breathless voice:

     "Tessie!  Do what James tells you now!   You are sleepwalking,
but  responsive!  --Ohh, that feels good and hard -- James, bring
her back soon  for -- ooooh! --- for her lesson!"

     I looked again at MY subject (courtesy of the REAL mistress,
of  course!) and almost creamed myself right then and there!  Stark
naked, soft,  relaxed, ready to obey ME!  What to do?  What to try?

     I tested her.  "Teresa...can you hear me?"

     "...Yes..."

     "Teresa... I want your lovely eyes open for a moment."  They
opened,  and she looked straight ahead.

     "Wonderful.  You are my subject, and I will now begin to
control you.   I will soon turn a very powerful magnetism on you. 
It will be  irresistible... my voice, my hands, my burning stare...
You will love the  feelings inside you as my power washes over you,
Teresa.  Prepare to respond  to my power."

     I made a theatrical beckoning gesture, and she turned towards
me.  I  motioned towards her hands, and they floated up in front of
her.  Silently,  I continued gesturing, and soon her arms hung
above her head, showing  occasional tremors.  Her gaze was riveted
on me, and she was breathing hard.

     I swayed from side to side, and she echoed the movement.  I
closed the  gap between us, and very slowly widened my eyelids. 
Again she copied the  gesture.

     I now reached out and grasped her firmly by the waist.  I made
her  continue her swaying movements, and circled around behind her. 
My hands  stroked up her side, through her tufts of underarm fuzz,
up to her quivering  fingertips, and back down.  My burning dick
brushed across her spine, and I  jerked it against her body.

     I left her standing there, and returned to watch her.  I
pointed down  at my cock, and her eyes stared down at it.  I held
it, and circled it  around, she watching like her life depended on
it.  This was all too much  for me.  I lay back on her bed, and
masturbated.  It took only a few strokes  until the juice boiled
out and over my hand.

     I stood up after I had calmed down.  I held my slimy fingers
in front  of her mouth, and brushed her lips.

     "Sweet, very sweet," I said, and her tongue emerged to taste. 
She  licked my hand clean.

     I lowered her arms to her sides, and she sighed.

     "Walk to your bathroom."

     "Yes, James," she said, and she went in.

     "Sit down.  Good.  You will wash every inch of your body now,
til it's  squeaky clean.  Dry yourself well, then return to your
living room.  Quickly  now!"

     I returned to see Zarah by the little stereo set in the living
room.   Bill sat upright on the sofa, eyes open and looking at us,
nude, hands  placed flat on his thick thighs.  There was no condom
to be seen.  Zarah  smiled languidly at me.

     "You masturbated, didn't you?"  I nodded.  "Well, so did I,
with some  help.  Well, good, the rest of the day is for our
clients... and here comes  our lovely starlet... Teresa, can you
hear me?"

     The girl ignored her, merely walked over to me and waited.

     "Oh-h-h-h, you really made an impression, James!  Give her
back now!"   I gave the instructions, and Zarah roused her to a
semblance of wakefulness  also.  Neither could have been truly up,
because there was no reaction to  our nakedness!

     "Now dears, I will play your special secret tape for you, just
like you  may do when you feel like it.  Listen closely as I've
taught you!"  She  flipped the switch, and the audio began with her
own voice.

HELLO, MY DEARS.  I'M SURE YOU ARE ALONE, AND HAVE ABOUT A  HALF
HOUR FREE FOR YOUR EXERCISE.  YOU WILL BOTH BE VERY 
STIMULATED, SO BE SURE YOU ARE ALONE AND HAVE THE TIME TO PLAY  THE
ENTIRE TAPE.

TURN ON YOUR MAGIC LAMP NOW, AND WATCH IT CLOSELY FOR A MINUTE  OR
SO.  YOU WILL KNOW WHAT TO DO THEN.

     Bill reached over, and in the silence they watched their Lava-
Lite,  slumping back in their seats quickly.  The silence stretched
out, and then a  soft chime note faded into hearing.

WONDERFUL, YOU'RE BOTH PREPARED AND YOU MAY REMOVE YOUR LIGHT.  
TERESA IS SITTING ON HER CHAIR, AND BILL IS ON THE SOFA.  YOU  ARE
LOOKING AT EACH OTHER NOW.  IF YOU HAVE ANY CLOTHES ON,  REMOVE
THEM.  ENJOY THE SIGHT OF YOUR BODIES.

     More silence, then another chime.

HEAR YOUR VOICES AS YOU PREPARE FOR YOUR EXERCISE.

     Then came recorded voices of our two subjects, spliced into
each other,  with lots of echo, like in a dream.

BILL:  YOUR SKIN IS VERY SMOOTH AND CREAMY.  I LIKE TO SEE  YOUR
BODY.  I LOVE TO SEE YOUR BREASTS.

TERESA:  YOU ARE SO STRONG, AND I LIKE TO SEE YOUR BULGING  MUSCLES
FLEX.  YOUR LEGS ARE SO STRONG, AND YOUR ARMS CAN BE  SO STRONG,
BUT THEY TOUCH ME SO SOFTLY AND TENDERLY TOO.

BILL:  I WANT TO HEAR YOU TALK ABOUT YOUR BREASTS IN THAT 
SPECIAL WAY.  I WANT YOU TO SHOW ME EVERYTHING, AND TALK ABOUT 
EVERYTHING.

TERESA:  I LIKE TO DO WHAT YOU SAY.  I HAVE SPECIAL THINGS TO  SAY
ABOUT MY BREASTS, AND THEY MAKE ME FEEL GOOD.  IT'S GOOD  THAT YOU
LIKE TO LOOK AT ME AND TOUCH ME.

BILL:  WHEN YOU ARE PROUD AND STRONG I GET VERY VERY EXCITED.  I
FEEL EXCITED NOW.

TERESA:  I AM VERY PROUD AND STRONG.  I WANT TO SAY MY SPECIAL
THINGS NOW.

BILL:  SAY YOUR SPECIAL THINGS NOW WHILE I WATCH YOU.

     The chime interjected again, as the voices faded.  The two
pairs of  eyes were locked together.  A soft gentle music started
up in the  background, and Zarah was heard again.

YOU HAVE ALL YOUR CUES NOW, AND YOU'RE BEGINNING TO FEEL VERY 
SPECIALLY TINGLY FEELINGS.  KEEP THIS TAPE SAFE AS I TAUGHT  YOU,
UNTIL YOU DON'T NEED IT ANY MORE.  ENJOY YOUR WONDERFUL  BODIES
NOW, DEARS.  YOU MAY BEGIN, TESSIE.

     "Yes, Mistress," answered Tessie, "The edge of a spiral, the
edge of a  circle, the edge of a cone, a soft cone... around the
edge and inwards to  the tip, the point of the cone, the mound, the
breast.  Feel my attention  spiralling slowly, slo-o-owly around
the very outside edge of my bosoms, my  eyelids can close now, as
you watch me... watch and feel that focus  circling, circling,
circling... circling... "

     Her shoulders had ceased to slump, and were pulling backwards. 


     ''I can feel my breasts.  They feel... larger... more
important... they  are sticking out from my chest... When I open my
eyes, I will see you  watching them."

     "I AM looking at them," answered her husband, "they're so soft
and  lovely, I can't look away... talk some more, honey, I'm
getting hot watching  them stick out at me!"

     "You like titties, Bill... titties... My nice, nice tits, my
titty-titty-titties... they're so-o-o nice... look hard, hard, hard
at them..."  and her hands held them up towards her husband.  "What
will I see when my  eyes open up?"

     "Baby, you'll see me on fire!  Hold them up higher.  Open your
eyes  now, please!  I want you to see how hot you're making me with
your big soft  tits!"

     Tessie's shoulders were back, and her hands fondled and
stroked at  herself as she looked across at the couch.  Her husband
was leaning way  forward, and he actually licked his lips as he
stared at her offerings.

     "Oooh sweetie," she crooned, "I love to see your eyes when
they burn  like that.  Do our special booby game now, I want to
hear you talk, and I'll  do whatever you say."

     "God, Tessie," he babbled on, "the skin on your tits is real
smooth,  smooth and white, and they move so nicely when you breathe
in...  I love to  look at them!  You're holding and rubbing them,
and you're getting excited,  I can see!  Your tips are all pointy
and hard!"

     "Mmmm... make me do the booby game, the booby game!"

     "O.K., here we go, baby, ready?  Concentrate, concentrate and
I'll make  you feel sooooo special.  Jesus, I'm really hot now. 
O.K.  I'm watching  your beautiful boobies!  They are looking so
heavy and full of your sweet  hot blood pumping, honey," chanted
Bill, "they're feeling strong, and heavy  and big, like big,
glorious melons... like wonderful, tingly melons... they  feel like
big udders, baby... like big, plump tight balloons... bigger and 
tighter... don't you feel them pulling you downwards, down to hands
and  knees, where they can hang heavily and softly down... their
weight is  pulling you forward and down... forward and down... down
on all fours now!"

     Teresa toppled over forward off her chair, panting, onto hands
and  knees.  Her head hung loosely down, and swayed back and forth
as she still  gazed under herself at her long swinging tits, and
their hardened nipples.   She crawled towards her husband.

     "I'll lie on my back now," said Bill, stretching out on the
rug, dick  standing up like a flagpole.  "Come to me, baby.  I want
to look right up at  those big, sensitive boobies.  So-o-o sexy you
feel, you feel just like a  big soft... beautiful... animal, you're
really big now, baby."

     I lay flat on my back, and soon saw her damp black hair brush
his  chest, saw her eyes, the heavily-breathing mouth and taut neck
move, until  her engorged nipples dangled down just above his
navel.  They swung back and  forth, sometimes achieving a circular
motion as her torso wriggled.  I was  hard again, my schlong poked
up from my belly, and I let it out into the  light.  Zarah held it
lightly, squeezing now and then.  

     "Caress me now, James... very very gently, because I'm so-o-o
silky-sensitive, you can begin a very slow caress... "

     Tessie's nipples were like hard pink buttons, as he finally
reached  them with circling fingertips.  

     The swaying torso quivered, and I saw a hot droplet strike
Bill's  neck... Tessie's cunt was dripping!  Another drop, and that
odor wafted up  to my nostrils.  His thigh muscles bunched up and
relaxed as he drew  fingertips delicately down her mammaries.

     "Tessie, you're my beautiful animal." demanded Bill.   "Tell
me about  your bursting milk glands... your milk tubes are really
burning hot.''

     "Billy... I want to... I want to be... milked... oooh, milk my
silky-smoooth tits, Billy... I want milking so bad... so bad!" 
Another splash  from her cunny.

     Bill began a loose, soft pulling sliding motion along their
length...  sliding down towards the tips, and grasping more firmly
as they reached  Teresa's nipples.  Tessie, eyes closed now,
circled her torso around  sensuously, deep into her fantasy.

     "A-a-a-h-h... your touch is so strong, I want to give up al-l-
l my hot  milk... my hot breast milk... milk me now... mil-l-l-lk
and stroke... mil-l-l-lk and stroke me... God, I feel white hot
while you mil-l-l-lk me..I'm so-o-o hot all over!"  

     Bill pulled and pulled.  I saw the early droplets of liquid
seeping  making the tip of his cock shiny.  He maneuvered her
backwards so her  drooping head could reach him.

     "Look, honey, I'm ready to burst... I feel really long and
thick  tonight!  Kiss me and finish your story now, I'm getting
ready to pop!"  Her  lips murmured over his prick, then he began
pinching her nipples quite hard,  and this set her off.

     "Ah-h-h... you're sucking and mil-l-lking... suck... ing...
mil-l-lk..mil-l-l-lk... mil-l-l-lk... " she babbled.  "I feel the
milk pouring out  of me... the thick sweet milk pouring and
flowing... flo-o-ow-w-wing... God,  I can't stop the flowing...
don't stop... I'm wide open... I'm horny... I'm  really horny...
I'm thick, I'm gushing, my bags are hhu-u-uge and bursting  with
thick sweet cre-e-e-eam... creeeeeam... "  Drop after scalding drop 
from her cunt landed on his face and without even touching my own
dick, I  sensed my long-delayed climax nearing - as did Zarah.  She
stroked herself  and me simultaneously, with a more urgent rhythm
now.  Her practiced hand  brought me to fullest extension as I
braced myself and leaned back on my  elbows.

     "I can't wait, Billy, get up Billleeee," coaxed the girl. 
Come and  smelllll meeeee, taste meeeee..." and she knelt forward
as Bill surged to  his knees and approached her cunt.  His dick
looked close up like a child's  baseball bat.  He snuffled and
licked Tessie's cunt, and she squealed with  desire.  His strong
voice rang out hoarsely.

     "You're all the way ready, cow... I'm your sweet long bull and
I'm...  going... to... mount... you... and... slide... way...
unnngh... up...    mmm... into YOUR CUNNNNT!"

     The penis, in one smooth powerful motion, thrust into Tessie. 
She  actually made low mooing sounds as her husband grunted and
snorted as he  plunged rapidly in and out.  Her labia clove wide
apart to make way for his  great thickness.   His powerful hands
grasped her hipbones and wiggled them  around, lifting her knees
off the floor with his strength.

     Tessie's juices oozed out from time to time, and I saw her
scrape her  breasts over the carpet to stimulate them even more.

     Zarah's hand automatically quickened on herself as she watched
Bills  plunging buttocks squeeze tightly together, then spread wide
as he reared  back.

     I spurted my emission onto her other hand suddenly.

     Bill held Teresa's butt up in the air, as her legs waggled and
white  jism oozed out from her cunt around Bill's pumping shaft.

     Finally they were still, then she was lifted up and carried
off to bed,  as Zarah's "motivational tape" continued its soft
program.

     I left for home alone.  Zarah insisted on staying there for a
bit.  I  didn't see her for several days, and I was jealous,
thinking of her enjoying  Bill's attentions, and wishing to
practice on someone.


              Zarah8.TXT:   The Massage and Farewell Party

     My final segment of this "fantasy" concerns my "graduation
ceremony,"  my  last face-to-face encounter with the wonderful
woman who had been my  mistress  for so many weeks.  I won't try to
self-analyze this tale, just to  say that  it happened as I am
about to tell you.  It occurred five days after  our joint  venture
with Bill and Teresa.

     Location:  Zarah's motel office suite, in her back room. 
Kathy was   sorting through some papers in the front room as I
entered.  She seemed to  be  busy packing some boxes, but I got a
bright smile, hug (and a highly  personal  squeeze) and hello from
the short, vivacious blonde "receptionist."

     "Zarah says to go on back," she chirped.

     I'd not been back to the actual bedroom before, where I'd last
observed   Zarah and her two female "clients."  It was just a
bedroom, but a   professional massage table and heat lamp stood
along one wall.  It was  draped  with a sheet.

     "Hello, good to see you."  In fact she had stayed away (as far
as I   remembered) from my apartment since Bill and Teresa.  Her
manner seemed   rather cool.  Her next words turned this impression
into something  different.

     "Katherine and I will be moving next week," she said.  "I have
booked a   series of performances in California, and I've spent the
last several days   making sure that all our "clients" here
understand that we may not be back   for some time."

     My emotions were indeed mixed at this news.  First came
surprise,  tinged  with anger that I hadn't been told earlier.  I
guess I thought I was  someone  "special."

     "James, you know that it was our mutual needs that made our
short time   together interesting.  You are not in any sort of
"love" with me, nor do you   consider yourself as my "slave," Zarah
answered shortly.  "You and I have   done a lot of communicating
about which you have no specific memories right   now!"

     I had to agree that that was certainly true!  The woman had
almost  moved  into my pad without my conscious awareness!

     But the other feeling that I felt, I'm ashamed to admit, was
pure self-  indulgence.  I had used our relationship chiefly to
achieve sexual   gratification, on levels I had only dreamed
existed!  Menage, sex with   compliant strangers, exhibitionism,
bowel and bladder control, to say  nothing  of dabbling in
bisexuality, all under the "protection" and "control"  of a  mutual
"ringmaster!"

     "Yes, and do you know that you stated the chief thrill in the
last   place, James?" came the reply, still in that weary, semi-
depressed voice.    "Most of you are discovering your own sexual
liberation, using hypnosis as a   shield against embarrassment and
hurt.  Yes, yes," she continued, as I   started to object, "you are
different in that the domination issue is   important to you.  But
do you realize that every single activity we've acted   and seen
together is perfectly legal between consenting adults?  Were it not 
 for social strictures, you all could have been engaging in your
lustful   experiments all this time without me!"

     This was true!  I really hadn't thought of it that in that way
before,   but I might have performed any of these acts with Brenda,
Lily or any other   willing partners!

     "Correct, James.  Now think some more.  You all are acquainted
with   others in our group.  Some of your specific memories will
become hazy, and I   have ensured that none of you will ever be
able even to WANT to blackmail   another.  But you all live around
here, and similar pleasures are merely a   phone call away!"

     She was walking around behind me as I watched her in the
bedroom  mirror.   I saw her reach a hand towards my neck, then
felt her ol' Vulcan  Mind-Meld  take hold.  She leant my head back
(unresisting as always) till I  was  observing the plaster ceiling
as my consciousness sharpened.  I didn't  blank  out, but remained
docile as she caressed my face and neck.  As I write  this,  I can
state that I know she was talking to me, but I don't recall 
anything  but a low buzzing murmur... my attention was kind of
roaming around  counting  the holes in the ceiling tiles, until she
roused me with a little  kiss on the  cheek.  Everything returned
to focus.

     "My back is bugging me today, James," she complained, in a
manner that   struck me as distant.  "It must be from the packing." 


     "How about a back rub?" I offered.  "I know something about
backs."

     She responded in a nonchalant fashion that put MY back up a
little!    "I'll tell you what to do."

     She demurely turned her back to me, removed her shirt and
slacks,  walked  over to the table.  I watch her ass twitch as she
climbed up and  positioned  herself face down on the sheet, saying,
"now no funny business,  right?  I  need some muscles loosened, and
that's it!"

     Strange! from a woman that had shared so many sexual
experiences with   me.  Nevertheless, I assented readily, and
opened the bottle of massage oil.    She told me to let it warm in
my cupped hands before I began on her  shoulders  and upper back.

     As I worked, she gave me fairly brusque instructions, just as
she often   liked to boss me around, as to how to press, where to
roll my hands, etc.  I   enjoyed seeing her naked skin under my
hands, and gave myself privately up  to  fuck-fantasies galore.  I
rubbed, circled, squeezed and kneaded just as  she  told me, and
bit by bit, she relaxed, and began to groan softly as I  "hit  just
the right spot" now and again.  Once, I let my hands stray down to 
the  top of her buttocks, and she warned, "Watch it, James!" but in
a very  mild  tone.

     Soon, all her muscles were relaxed, and between groans she
informed me:    "that's perfect... just keep it up... don't stop
now," and remarks of that   nature.

     "That's good," she grunted.  "I feel like... like soft
putty... this   is... so-o-o relaxing... just rub... you're doing
great!"  My ears perked  up.   I was hearing signals in her tone
unlike any I'd caught before!  It  sounded  as if let me run
things... or she wanted to pretend to submit for a  while.   What
an unexpected turn-on!  I had to consciously steady my voice as  I 
quickly answered "You're the boss!"

         "Of course I am... " she responded, but in a distracted,
offhand  tone.

     I turned on the heat lamp, and continued my ministrations. 
Soon I  tried  moving her folded arms down along her sides, and she
allowed this   repositioning with only another groan.

     I very gradually began rolling my oiled fists further down her
spine   with each pass, until I pressed her coccyx bone each time. 
I also steadily   lightened my touch, moving from heavy pressure on
each pass to lighter, more   caressing strokes.  Zarah's breathing
became deep and regular, and her body   was motionless.  She was
not talking any more, I noticed!

     I stroked heavily down each arm in turn, from shoulder blade,
bicep,   forearm and wrist, right off the fingertips.  After
several of these passes  I  heard a faint whisper:  "... Just....
keep... going... it's perfect... "   Her  eyes were closed.

     I lightened my strokes further, and finally dared to lift her
arms away   from her sides somewhat, so that I could observe the
sides of her breasts,   pressing into the bedding.  She was limp
and unresisting, and I began   caressing her inner arms, and her
sides.  As my fingertips brushed over and   over her palms, her
fingers began to close up as if she were being tickled.    I
thought I was sensitizing her bodily response more and more with
each   stroke.

     I moved back to her spine, and, avoiding her backside, moved
down to  the  backs of her legs, very firmly and authoritatively
pressing and kneading  the  muscles.  No resistance, but more
sighing.  My strokes changed  direction,  starting at the knees and
stopping just short of the base of each  buttock.   After only a
few of these, I detected a change in her deep  breathing.  I 
lightened pressure even more, until now each stroke was in  reality
a light  caress.

     "I can work better if I remove all clothing, Zarah," I
whispered.   There  was no reply but another soft sigh, so I
gingerly took the waistband  of her  black panties and slowly but
firmly slid them right down and off her  legs.   She was now
completely nude.  I gloated over every pink inch of her,  
especially those trim buttocks, whose muscles now appeared
completely   flaccid.  I was careful to maintain a continuous
stroking of her legs, and   she was apparently too far gone to care
about her nakedness.

     "Zarah, I'll just keep on massaging you now," I said,
tentatively.  

     "... Yes-s-s... " came the low, dreamy whisper.  Her
acquiescence gave   me more courage.

     "I'll keep on with my stroking," I continued.  "I like to
stroke you,   Zarah.  It's very stimulating... this light
stroking... I can tell you like   to be stro-o-oked this way too." 
I tried to pace my voice to sound like her   own, and Zarah gave
another soft "yes-s-s" in instant return.

     I brushed oiled fingers and palms right up her spine to the
nape of her   neck, pinched it gently, and slid back down, where my
thumbs found and   rotated the dimples at the top of her derriere. 
Finally, I let my  fingertips  brush, almost by accident, right
over her pink ass cheeks.  After  just a few  of these, Zarah began
responding differently.  Her buttocks  quivered  slightly, and the
glutei would occasionally clench up.  Each  exhalation of  her
breath now brought a very soft sighing sound.

     I maintained a soft vocal tone, talking about "stroking" each
time my   hands passed over her length.  I made my voice slower and
deeper in pitch   little by little.

     I gained confidence with every new inch of territory gained. 
I started   small fluttery circles and spirals up her legs, and
now, when I reached her   ass, I found those delicious muscles
pushing back up against my palms.  With   each repetition, this
effect grew more pronounced.  Her breaths were coming  a  little
faster now.  I made more regular passes over her buttocks, and as 
my  teasing touch grew lighter, her upward response became
stronger.  

     My hands were eventually running all over her cheeks at will,
and they   would follow as if magnetized.  The taut pale muscles
pressed themselves  more  and more firmly up into my circling
palms, and her sighs had grown  louder.

     I pushed Zarah's legs back down flat onto the mattress.  They
were  still  pressed together, and I began seductively brushing
along their outer  sides.   I tried talking to her again, very
softly.

     "Zarah... ''

     "M-m-m-m... "

     "Zarah, what's happening to you?  I'm stroking you now, ver-r-
ry   softly... what's happening to you as I stroke you?  What's
happening to your   legs?  What are your legs doing, honey?'' 

     "... feels good... " came the low answer.

     "That's right, Zarah... I'm stroking your legs... stroking and
stroking   and stro-o-oking... I can tell you enjoy the feeling."

     Sliding and caressing her thighs in continuous light motion.

     "You like me to stroke those beautiful legs... I've noticed
how...   magnetic my touch feels to you, hmmm?  How there's an
almost magical   attraction between my hands and your body... my
hands and your entire body  as  I stroke it..."  I lightened up
even more now as I brushed fingertips  along  her knees, which
immediately quivered in response.

     "Your body shows a strong response to my hands, honey, almost
a pull   right into my hands, a strong pull... " and I placed palms
on butt again,  and  felt the upward thrust in response.

     "Yes, you feel it now too... a strong magnetism... stronger
and   stronger, stronger and more powerful attraction... your legs
now....  the   strong response as I stroke your legs."  I returned
to her outer knees, and   watched in gratification as they
quivered, quivered again, and began to   separate slightly!

     "Yes, each loving caress is a magnetic stroke... magnetic...
feel the   strong pull, the powerful pull under my hands... what's
happening to them   now?"  I tickled her outer calves, and the legs
widened a little more.

     "... Opening... up... "  Her tone was suddenly high and
breathless, as   she seemed to take on some little-girl persona.

     "That's right, Zarah," I went on, now surer of my dominance. 
"You feel   your legs are opening at my direction.  Opening up
farther and farther  now...  " I murmured, and soon her knees were
a foot or so apart..  Again, she  sighed  deeply.

     "Yes, you may give deep, sleepy sighs as I continue to
magnetize you...   I love your deeeeep looose breathing under my
soooothing touch... my  magnetic  touch... it's more and more
strong, more and more hard to resist  the  magnetism... you feel
soothed and relaxed, yet excited by my touch,  don't  you, honey? 
I love seeing your excitement... don't you feel helpless  now?  
Helpless to resist my touch?'' 

     "... Oh-h-h" she gulped, "... help... less... "

     I changed to just a couple fingers on the inside of her knees,
and her   legs closed.  Back to the outside, and they opened.  I
ran palms up to her   hips, and they instantly raised again!  

     "Yes," I intoned, "your body loves my touch.... you love my
strong hands   to move you, guide you, magnetize you... command
you... command you...   command.'' 

     "... command me," came the faintest of moans.

     My hands roamed everywhere now.  I rotated her temples,
stroked her   throat, which made her extend her neck, and brushed
the soft outer edges of   her bosom.  I pressed down onto a palm,
and as I lightened my touch, her arm   followed mine up off the
table!  I found her calf equally ready to lift   upward, as one
hand made light contact with it.

     Now, with her knees somewhat apart, I had a subtle and
captivating view   of her splendid mount, and its thick curling
hairs.  I maintained my touch   and my patter as I moved around
her, peering closely at the fur-lined   treasure waiting down
between her oiled buttocks.  I wished to see more, and   I felt
more sure of her willingness.  I reduced my touches to one or two 
 fingers here and there, along a shoulder blade, around her ears,
and her   flesh danced with excitement wherever it felt me.

     I decided to go for broke, and now slid three heavy fingers
right down   her spine and paused, pressing lightly right at the
top of her cleft.  My   other hand I cupped over her forehead.  I
held her there, feeling my weight   pressing her down.  Her eyes
were screwed tightly together, and her mouth  was  open.  She had
not moved her head in a while, there was a damp spot  where  saliva
had dribbled out onto the mattress.

     "Zarah," I tried in a firmer voice, "Your body responds to me
eagerly.    I have only to touch you and your body obeys... You
want only to obey my   voice and my touch."  I slid lower, against
the upward thrusting of her   buttocks, slid my strong fingers
further between her cheeks, down along her   hot, furry channel. 
My oiled fingers split her thick labia easily, and slid   between
her cheeks, which only quivered, and offered no refusal.

     The flat of my palm now reached way under her and cupped her
mons,   lifting upwards lightly, and her ass surged straight off
the table as she   breathed "yess... yesssss!"

     I removed my hands and stood back ogling the arch of her
spine, the   extreme tight curvature of her buttocks, and the
clenching and relaxing of   her fists.  I gloried in the film of
sweat that shone over her entire skin.

     "You may lower your beautiful buttocks now," I continued, in
a very   firm, matter-of-fact tone.  "You may  relax for a
moment... but only for a   moment.  Remain ready instantly to
respond again.  Remain in your deep,   obedient state.  I want you
to acknowledge my control now.  Please repeat...   you hear only my
voice... "

     "I hear only your voice... "

     "I am your master."

     "... You... you are... " she offered up a slight hesitation,
and I   pressed her head and buttocks down again, forcing some
breath out of her.

     "I... am... your... master."

     This time the response was quick, accompanied by a long,
shuddery sigh.

     "Yes.  You are my master."

     "Yes," I intoned, rewarding her surrender with another
intimate,   slippery caress.  "Feel my strong hand as your body
lets it sliiiide right   over you.  Now Zarah, I will allow you a
few moments to lie completely   submissive and peaceful, knowing
that I will control your thoughts and   actions as I wish.  Remain
in your sweet rest until I command you further."    With another
light stroke I left her there, legs apart, one knee bent  
slightly.

     In the outer office, Kathy's eyes widened as she took in my my
oily   fingers and the flush on my face.

     "I have to have a camera... the office camcorder!"  I
sputtered...   "Zarah... Zarah's... come, please and set it up for
me?"  I pleaded.  She   looked solemnly at me, then without a word
went to a cupboard.  She brought   back tripod and camera to the
bedroom, where she started at the sight of her   boss in that
uncharacteristic position!

     Still without a word, she set up and started the camera, then
climbed  up  on the large bed and just watched us.

     Returning to the table, I reasserted my control over Zarah
effortlessly   with a few fluttery passes, then positioned her
stretched out face- downwards,  with her legs pressed together.  I
made sure the camera could see  every inch  of her body.  I
breathed softly into an ear hole, and stepped  back again.  I 
rolled the table out into the room, so I could step behind it  and
be on-camera.

     "I can see everything, Zarah, al-l-l of your body is mine to
control.    All of your will is fixed on obedience and
submission... it feels so-o-o  good  to obey your master!  Speak!" 
I held my breath - was this carrying  things  too far?

     "... I... obey... my master... " she droned, in a drugged
tone.

     "Yes, of course you do," I commanded.  "And now, Zarah, now
you will   notice that when I speak about your body it will feel
just like the  powerful,  arousing magnetic touch of my hand.  My
voice will touch you.  I  will  demonstrate this to you now."  I
knelt down and placed my head next to  hers,  so my face would be
visible on-camera.

     "I will begin long, hot caress now...  from your nape... " and
I  briefly  touched her neck "... down, down, down your back...
that's it, the  pressure  moves right down your sensitive
backbone... pressing you strongly  down, down,  down deeper and
deeper into compliance... "

     Sure enough, she arched herself as if in response to an actual
physical   caress.

     "Your arms are being stroked now, right down to their
fingertips... "    and her fingers twitched and fisted up as
before.

     "Back dow-w-w-wn your spine, and now to a lovely light
brushing and   cupping of your buttocks."  They quivered with a
quick muscular contraction.    "Yes, those globes are s-o-o-o
sensitive!  Swirling, tickling, caressing and   stimulating very,
very lightly al-l-l over your buttocks... your beautiful   hot
buttocks... keep your knees together now!"

     Her knees bent forward under her, pushing her buttocks off the
bed.  I   moved back around to pan the camera in close-up from her
tense face, right   along to her tush.

     "Continual delicious circling, circling, circling... I own
your ass,   Zarah... I possess every luscious inch of your
flesssshhh... give it to me,  I  will you to feel it!"

     She was flexing visibly, ass circling in mid-air, as she had
when I was   actually touching her earlier.  One cheek tightened,
then the other, then   both would stick up farther for a moment,
displaying her anus and the rear   portion of her hairy slit.  I
continued her arousal verbally, talking to her   of her obedience.

     Katherine was still... just watching, but her eyes were large
and moist   in the lowered light of a bedside lamp.  I moved over
to her.

     "Is this alright for you, Kathy?"  I asked.  "It's so strong,
I have to   do it!"

     She looked back at Zarah, and her hands began to slide under
her skirt.    She turned her humid orbs to me, and whispered:

     "In the drawer there, the top drawer, James!"

     I withdrew a good-sized dildo, and handed it to her.  I
watched as she   fingered it suggestively.

     I returned to MY subject... MY subject, with her butt now
humped up  into  the air!

     "You are trying to keep your knees together, and yet I can see
right   between your hot cheeks!  That's right, no matter how hard
you try and try  to  resist my power, you find that your arousal is
pumping hot blood into  your  very secret places.  Pumping and
pumping right into them!

     "Those very secret, private places are hot!" I chanted, "hot
and   beginning to fill up.  Yes, I see your moist, thick flesh as
it begins   pouting and parting... You've never experienced this
thrill before, have  you?   To fe-e-l-l those lips of your sex
become plump... plumper... plump -  er and  plump - er... say it,
my sweet Zarah, say it!"

     I was popping little breaths into her ear with each word, and
she   responded:  "...  plumper... plumper... plumper...
plumper..''

     "Yes, so hot and they push outwards, they're so deliciously
hot and   plump, aren't they?  There's no secret now, Zarah they're
pouting open as I   seduce you and arouse your inner heat with my
power... "

     And there they were as I returned to check the camera, her
inner labia   swollen out dramatically, moist and reddish-brown
before my feasting eyes.   I  moved the camera to one side, and set
a fairly tight shot on her fanny.  I   removed my clothing, and my
erection was twitching as I moved up behind that   incredible
sight.

     Katherine's skirt had hiked up, and her thighs squeezed
together, as  she  ran her play penis over them, then slipped it
under her white cotton  panties,  rubbing it around.  Her dampness
allowed her own inner engorgement  to be  visible to my fascinated
eyes.  She twisted her pelvis against the  seductive  feelings of
her smooth, thick tool.  It pushed the sodden material  aside, and 
poked and slid delicately across the top of her triangle.

     I made sure that both she and the camcorder had a clear view
of Zorah's   intimate organs, no longer intimate at all, but
brazenly outthrust.

     "Yes, your knees are together, but your sex is wide wide open
now.  I  am  right behind you.  You will now feel the hot head of
my erect penis  stimulate  you even further.  Feel it?  I will
tease your plump pussy up and  down...  up... and back down...
spreading your hot, flowing arousal  everywhere."  I  let my
twitching touch her at random all round her rotating  ass.

     "You hear nothing except my voice, my commands and your own
pleasure   sounds," I said quickly, because Kathy over on the bed
had plunged her tool   quickly inside her, and now lay there
moaning as it stuck out from her  pussy.   She tapped on its end
occasionally, and squeezed her thighs  together.

     Yes, Zarah was ready... her voice urgent now as she repeated 
sensuously,  sort of to herself now:  "Plump-er... plump - er... " 


     "Zarah, feel," I now ordered.  "Feel all your heightened
tension now,  as  waves of delicious moist tingling spread from
your cunt outwards!"

     I inserted my cock tip into her, and was unprepared for her
instant   reaction!  Her rear pushed backwards right over most of
my length.  She gave   an almost inaudible whimper.  She moved
forward again too quickly, and I   stopped her hips to make sure we
both felt every inch of our throbbing   contact.

     I held her still, and watched as her lips stretched open to
admit my   knob, then stared as her tight channel swallowed every
inch and my balls  were  dangling against those quaking muscles. 
I saw that my pubic stubble,  now  growing back out but not yet
curly and soft, scraped her labia lightly.

     "Zarah, obey me!  You may enjoy one silent, beautiful orgasm
in ten   pulse beats.  Count them to yourself... you're hotter and
hotter... then  come  for me!  Obey!"  I shouted, and gripped her
cheeks, kneading her flesh.

     When her internal quiver began, I held her motionless against
my belly.    Her pleasure seemed to last for minutes, fluttering
against my rigidity, but   before I could come, I withdrew slowly. 
Her cunt lips remained fairly wide   open as I left her.  I
separated her knees by about two feet, and popped out   of the
volcano.  The air felt cold on my superheated erection, but I had 
 decided an a final course of action for the video.

     I showed myself to Katherine, presenting my slimy length to
her hungry   eyes, and, still bearing her rigid intruder, she slid
down to the edge of  the  bed and presented me with HER privates! 
I tickled her clit a moment,  then  pulled out her dildo, and gave
it to her to suck on.  She slurped it  noisily  as I thrust into
her.  She wanted a good fuck, but I knew I had only  enough  for
one, and Zarah was still waiting further attention, so I grabbed 
the  dildo back, and, holding Kathy's knees apart, gave it back to
her fast  and  strong.  As she climaxed, I suddenly stopped the
thrusting motions, and   simply tapped rhythmically on the exposed
base of her dildo.  This caused  her  to thrash about and grab onto
it again.  I let her finish herself off,  quite  loudly.  Zarah
paid no notice.

     I remembered Zarah's willingness to exploit my bowel and
bladder  control  for her own amusement.  I had a brain flash.  I
left and returned  shortly  with some towels, which I spread
between her legs.  I brought a  saucepan in  from the kitchen, too. 
I positioned myself at her rear, and was  soon erect  again.  I
dipped my cock back into her cunt an inch or so, and  rotated it in 
a slow circle with my hand.  I pulled out and slid around her  now-
exposed  clitoris a few times, then parked just inside her twat
again.   She was moving  again, pinned by my organ in mid-air.

     "Zarah," I said, firmly,  "Zarah, your body is at my command! 
All your   responses are mine to command, aren't they!"  A quick
inner plunge and an   equally quick withdrawal brought a response
instantly.

     "... ah-h-h-h!... yesss... "

     I continued stimulating her pussy and surrounding area with my
dick.  I   had soon reduced my circling motion to just one finger. 
I rocked back and   forth continually with my prick, but remaining
about the same depth.

     "Zarah, you know my touch can relax you or stimulate you,
can't it?  I   subjugated your will with my caresses, and I
stimulate your beautiful sex   with just a word.  Listen and
obey... listen and obey... focus all your   attention on THIS
finger, Zarah... "  My finger circled around, twirling   lightly
about her ass, moving in closer and closer to her anus.

     "That very tight sphincter is a muscle, isn't it?  What am I
touching   now?  Answer me!''

     "... my... bottom... " came the whisper.

     I corrected her with sudden stop of my prick, and she gasped
in   surprise.  I wriggled my fingertip all around the puckered
anus.

     This muscle holds in the contents of your rectum, as you know
very   well," I said.  It is your anus.  Say it!''

     "My anus," came the answer, quickly.  I resumed gently thrusts
into her   cunt.

     "Yes, of course.  Your anus.  You must answer immediately,
Zarah.  Fe- e-el your reward... here is your reward from Master,"
and I plunged in and  out  once again.  She whimpered with
pleasure.

     "Yes, the anus controls your rectum and your bowels, Zarah...
bowels...   your bowels... ''

     "Yes... my bowels... " came the breathless mutter as my finger
roamed   over her cheeks as if poking dough, and tickled along her
perineum leading  to  the brown hole.

     "Bowels, Zarah... hear and obey my voice!   Your bowels feel
full right   now, don't they? and you will find yourself needing
very soon to discharge   your wastes... to let go... to lo-o-o-osen
those very strained muscles... "

     My finger paused at her back gate, and I inserted just its
tip.  As I   continued to speak, I withdrew my erection.

     "Just a little bit at first, you'll find a strong inner
pressure   beginning to build.  You soon realize your bowels are
full, fuller, and   fuller as I speak to you... they are actually
packed tightly with hot brown   solids, that will expand tighter
against your control, Zarah... more and  more  pressure... feel the
pressure building...  resist as best you can!"

     Soon, Zarah had lowered her hips to the bed to help her
control, and  her  mouth tightened up, trying to restrain the
feelings I was evoking.

     I had stood up to adjust the camera angle again, when I felt
soft  cupped  hands roaming over my own ass, and a scalding hot
tongue force its  way up my  own crack!  Katherine's surprise
assault distracted me only for a  moment.

     "You can't fight me, Zarah, you are attuned to my will now! 
You like   the hot feeling, the knowledge that soon I shall allow
you to let go... let   go soon, on my command... test your
readiness now, woman... You cannot move   now!... You are
paralyzed... concentrate on my powerful finger... "

     My index finger gently circled her exposed hole and slipped
further   inside.  She grunted loudly at the intrusion, and her
powerful sphincter   clenched around my knuckle, but I continued
pushing, and slipped in to the   last joint.  I soon was causing
her to rotate her ass high in the air just   with the movement of
my finger, and I felt her convulsive efforts to stay   closed.  Her
face was beet red, either from embarrassment or strain, I  wasn't 
sure which!

     Katherine found me bending slightly to make her own assault
easier.    Soon I felt sharp teeth nipping at my buttocks, and
oiled fingers slipping   between my own defenses.  I pushed
backwards and let her oily fingers slide   up over my balls, and
back along my crack.  She gently pushed her own oiled   hand up to
my prick.  I groaned.

     Soon, under my fingertip I could actually feel the hard end of
a turd,   trying to push its way towards Zarah's entrance.  "Wait,
Zarah, you can't   release yet... though you want to, you won't be
able to open and relax that   sphincter till I say so!  It's so
full, so ready, isn't it?  The lovely,  hot,  hot pressure inside
your bowels?  Tell me, Zarah!"

     She spoke loudly now, unembarassed in her need.  "God... I
have to   shit... it's pressing inside, so much pushing... it's
hot... let it come   out... please!"  As I withdrew my finger
slowly, her anus was puckering and   pursing up like a kissing
mouth, and the brown head of that first turd soon   appeared in the
opening.

     "What do you feel there at your opening, Zarah?''

     "Ngnghh... a turd... can't hold it in much longer...
nghghgh... "

     "Yes you can, because I leave you just enough control to make
you  wait!"

     Each time she dropped her control, more and more of the turd
peeped out   from her anus.  Finally it had poked out too far to be
withdrawn, and a   little hard lump was cut off, and fell onto the
towels spread beneath her.

     My own lower half seemed to have been dipped in oil by this
time, as   Katherine's teasing fingers slid everywhere.  I wanted
my own release now,   but decided to take Zarah in her ass.

     "Zarah!" I now finished, "You are so tired now, and I will now
let you   relax your control... as I pull your cheeks apart, wider
and wider, wider  and  wider, the impulse to release will overwhelm
you.  Your crack will open  wide  now.  You must let those long,
hot turds push and thrust right out!   Your  body wants to expel. 
Your hole will spasmodically release.  You may l- o-o-o-osen your
bowels now, Zarah.  Open them and release... here it  comes... 
letting go al-l-l that pressure... feels so good now, Zarah... 
now!"

     I grasped her butt, and slowly and rhythmically pulled the
cheeks wider   apart.  They softened and relaxed, but I felt her
belly tighten beneath her.

     Instantly, the first turd thrust smoothly out of a wide open
sphincter,   and her cracked voice bawled out.  "Un-n-ngh... un-g-
g-h-h!"  With each of  my  pulls outward, more and more brown
matter appeared, dropping down over  her  pussy hairs, and plopping
in lumps onto the towels.  I released my grip  on  her ass to grab
the saucepan, but still her expulsions continued.  She  was  now
moaning and sighing very low with relief.  

     I held the pan below and slightly behind her crack.  I knew

that   urination would follow, and sure enough, a bright stream
shot out backwards,   as she lost all residual control.  The
hissing was loud as the urine  splashed  into the pan.

     Soon her clenching abdomen forced out the last small dribbles
from   bladder and rectum.

     When the flow trickled to a halt, I told her:

     "Now, Zarah, relax now... there's just your beautiful ass
right up in   mid air - relaxing from your delicious release.  You
will keep it way, way  up  in the air, while I clean you, and you
may tell me how it felt.''

     "I couldn't  hold back... I had to let go... I had to give up
and let   everything out of my bottom... it was looser and
looser... ah-h-h!" she   sighed deeply, shuddered and became
completely limp.  I cleaned her up with   soft moist cloths,
Katherine helping, then suddenly decided I'd like to try  
buttfucking my mistress.  I wanted her clean inside, so I went and
got her   enema bag, filled with warm water.

     "Remain motionless, and hold in this luscious liquid, Zarah,"
I   commanded, and injected her bowels with the enema probe.  I
left the nozzle   sticking out of her asshole for a time, focusing
the camera extra closely on   the sight.  Then, at my order, she
released the liquid into the pan, and I   repeated the dosage a
couple of times, until her output was clear.  I then   dried her,
to the sound of her deep, soft exhalations.

     "Beautiful, Zarah, you relaxed, happy and ready for one final
climactic   release.  Prepare for your master."

     I then paid tribute to her completely exposed beauty with soft 
suckings,  licks and kisses.  I slid her down the table until her
rump hung  over the  edge of the pad.  I lubricated my cock with
pussy juice and lotion.   She lay  panting but motionless, as I
slid my hardness into her pussy, pulled  out, and  rubbed myself
all around her glistening crack.  When my cock  touched the  anus,
I was pleased to note an automatic loosening of her  muscle, and I 
slowly and gently pushed the tip of my dick inside.  I found  that
her  distended rectum was quite moist with natural mucus, and she
gave  way easily  to my penetration.  I slid slowly and steadily
in, in, in, and  soon my balls  were brushing against her labia.

     I rested there for a while, savoring complete dominance, and
then,   reaching forward grasped her wrists, and tugged them till
her hands lay  under  her pelvic bone.

     With my dick throbbing inside her empty bowel, I began
whispering   arousal suggestions to Zarah, while stroking and
tickling her perineal area   more and more insistently.

     "You will now become extra, extra horny, lover... "  I
commanded.    "Rouse yourself, Zarah... your rectum is completely
filled... it is stuffed,   and your cunt is glistening with your
juices... feel that hot, hot cunt...   that extra hard clit, poking
out from your lips... poking out harder and  more  sensitive from
those hot, sweet cunt lips... juicy... you're so very  very  juicy
that you must feel for yourself.  Fe-e-e-el yourself... stroke  and 
tickle yourself while I stimulate your bottom again!  I command you
to   masturbate, harder and harder, Zarah... masturbate now!"

     I felt her muscles clench spasmodically around my cock as she
began to   finger herself, and as she moved swiftly towards orgasm,
I held myself still   and just watched and felt the show.  The
buttocks impaled beneath my gaze   were racked by tremors. 
Katherine was now rubbing them with one hand, while   her other
worked around my own crack.

     Now Zarah's final climax let go, and the pressures and
squeezings of  her  sphincter on my cock were just unbelievable! 
Her pelvis dropped flat  onto  her flailing hands, popping my stalk
out unexpectedly, even as my own  pre-orgasmic liquid was beginning
to drip.  My own legs trembled as I stood  up on  tiptoes, rubbing
myself along her crack, and Katherine jerked me off,  her own  hand
a blur as it slid up and down, and she tickled my own anus 
unmercifully,  actually trying to hook me into the air with one
crooked  finger.

      My dick could hold no more blood, and was painful!  And now
my pumping   began.  A flare in my testicles! I held back, held
back, held back, then let   go.  My penis bubbled and boiled over,
flowing its thickened cream over   Zarah's lower body as Kathy
flipped its bulb over and over in Zarah's taut   crevasse.  Another
small jet that felt like a quart covered her! and Kathy   now just
contented herself with caressing my buttocks and lightly pulling 
and  milking out the last of my flow, spreading it over the sweat-
misted,   softening curves of my mistress... mistress no longer.

     Zarah's arms were pulled from underneath her.  I noticed that
her eyes   had partly opened, unfocused, and that her softened lips
were slkightly   upturned in a very small smile.  I spread her
cheeks one last time, and   gently paid oral tribute to her
submission, laving and gently probing her   now-flaccid labia. 
Zarah pulsed once again, and she sighed weakly as Kathy   and I
slid her back up on the massage table.

     "Zarah, my treasure, my teacher, my slave... you will sleep,
sleep and   dream of me, and my farewell to you," I now ordered. 
"Sleep deeply now, you   may awaken when you are ready."  

     I told Kathy, who still caressed the totally flattened body of
her  boss,  to insert the dildo partway into Zarah's anus and leave
it sticking  there.  I  left the camera and videotape to run out,
and dressed myself.   Zarah would  view it in future, I was sure.

     Katherine now clung to me, and I led her over to the bed.  I
tucked her   in, and she kissed me deeply, eyes shining, and
whispered, "I know I'll see   you again, James, sometime!  Zarah
will be back, and if she never does, I'll   come myself!"

     I left the motel.  As I write these last lines of my
"fantasy," six   years after that evening, I have not heard from
either lady again.  Much of   it seems like a dream to me, and to
Brenda, Lily, Bill and Teresa and a   couple of others.  Yes, I
still see them occasionally.  I am married now, to   a wonderful
free-spirit (and good subject!) whom you have already met in  this 
account.  My total preoccupation with hypnosis has diminished,
though  we  often semi-pretend with each other, to play-act that
one has enslaved the   other.

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          Since you've read this very long account, I assume that
it has given  you some pleasure, some excitement... possibly some
intense moments that may  have resonated within your own psyche...
To command, to obey, to pretend to  command or obey... all these
powerful "control" issues can bring powerful  pleasure to those
attuned to them.  Perhaps you've been sitting in an easy  chair
while reading... or reclining on bed or couch... perhaps your own
hand,  or the hands of a loved one, have wandered into your secret
gardens,  stimulated by some of the passages.  Perhaps you felt so
strongly influenced  by thse words passing under your scanning
eyes, that you felt some sexual  stimulation suffuse your body, as
your eyes would scan left to right, scanning  left to right... word
upon word, sentence upon sentence, page after page, as  you felt
yourself becoming more aroused and more aroused as you allowed your 
gaze to scan automatically on and on and on..... And now, as your
eyes wander  across my final words, back and forth across the long
long lines of letters,  left to right... you may feel with each
scan and each drop that warm buzz in  your own lids as the eyes
must drop down again.  Your eyes scan along, drift..  and drop
another line, and they can strain as you feel your eyelids scan and
drop again and drop again to a new line as you may feel them just
droop down  lower, that's right, and now at the edge of this line
your eyes may just drop down easily... each time more and more
heavily...  the lids feeling heavier and more and more heavy...
drooping lower and lower and lower... and  drop those heavy eyes
and those heavy heavy lids as you drift off heavier and heavier
now, soon your heavy burning lids may just droop completely shut
and you may hear your breath soften
and your limbs sink, and your mind focus and you can
just strain your eyes to focus... across the last...
heavy... heavy lines... and your eyes may
soon close heavily, and you drop into
an exciting doze where your most
intimate visions and dreams
may be realized.... here
you go now... you can
barely see these...
last.. lines... 
and you are
drifting
away...
drift
now
and
go
on
and
on
and
on
and
on




