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It was Saturday morning, 6:30 a.m., according to the clock next to the bed. Mary Jane was lying in bed, wishing she were still asleep. Her thoughts were still on the chat session she had the night before. There was a damp spot between her legs that already told her that she would be meeting him online today. How did he get into her head so easily? How could he use her own thoughts and ideas to make her do what he wanted?
Instead of rolling over again and trying to get some more sleep, a hand slid down under her nightgown to her pussy as she thought about it. Even looking back almost twelve hours later, she still couldn’t break the logic that he used to get her nude. It wasn’t hypnosis, was it? She was a smart woman, someone who could move up in the company. Her boss had said so just the other day.
However, she may have known she didn’t have to remove her panties when he told her to, but they were wet. She really didn’t like sitting around in wet panties, and then she did feel silly sitting there in just her bra after they were off, so she had taken it off as well. Neither act was odd for a chat session, she had done both. She had even done it on orders from a “Dom,” but he gave her a choice. He made her decide and do it on her own, though he knew he was in control.
Mary Jane moaned and came. She hadn’t even noticed herself fingering. She wanted to. She still wanted to cum again, but she knew the dangers of letting her mind wander through the chat again. She would possibly have laid there all day, playing with herself. She logged on to her e-mail, just to check. Nothing.
Her own disappointment surprised her. She had to get her mind off the chat. She had find something to do, maybe her chores for the week. She hurried to get dressed that morning. She ended up getting around and leaving to do some shopping at 7:30.
The stores in town were almost empty. It seemed very few other people were having her difficulty sleeping. She picked up all the groceries that she would need for the next week. She looked around in her favorite clothing stores. When she thought enough time had past, when the stores started to be filled, she looked at her watch.
By this time, she had seen everything she wanted to see for the day. She had started browsing through the sexy lingerie. She kept thinking of being made to buy this one or that one, being made to dress up, strip, for him, for strangers, at home, at a club, on the street. She had lost track of what was happening around her, caught up in the fantasies that were swarming her mind.
She could already feel his voice inside her mind again. Even though she didn’t know what it had been like the first time, it was like remembering a dream, remembering the feelings more than exactly what happened. She felt him calling her, telling her to strip for him again. She couldn’t wait to be back in his control again. It was so erotic, so sexy, his eyes on her. She began removing her shirt as he watched. One button, then another, soon, her shirt was off. Her hands moved to the clasp of her bra, those powerful eyes still on her. It was all so, so... so chilly? Her nipples had hardened from a gust of air hitting her skin. She looked down.
“Oh my GOD!” she gasped.
She was still in the clothing store, but her shirt was lying on the ground. Her hands had already unclasped her bra. She quickly pulled her bra back on and moved to pick up her shirt. She had been hidden in the racks of clothing. The stores weren’t crowded enough yet. Surely no one had seen her, but the red light shining off of a security camera scanning the store from above only worried her more.
Mary Jane decided it might be best if she spent the rest of the day at home, and when she arrived home at noon, the first thing she did was to log into her instant messaging program. Maybe he would be there... She sent him a message.
She waited fifteen minutes. When she received no response, she decided to do her chores. Yes, that would occupy her time.
Mary Jane spent the day cleaning, doing her laundry, organizing her CDs, DVDs, doing anything she could to keep herself occupied. Still, there were many times that she would just sit and think about last night and many time when she would find excuses to walk back over to check the computer to see if he was online yet. The more she thought about his control, the more addictive it seemed to become.
She needed to feel it again. Mary Jane really did want to know what it would feel like to lose control, and at the same time, she knew she had to be careful. This wasn’t a story or a fantasy. This was her life. What if he turned her into some bimbo who wanted nothing in the world but to please the hypnotist? She knew that couldn’t happen, though her pussy gave an approving tingle.
Four hours to go, then three... Mary Jane quickly ran out of things to keep her mind occupied. She tried to get back online to read more stories, but a story wouldn’t satisfy her now that she had a taste of a real encounter with hypnosis.
By 4 p.m., Mary Jane was sitting in front of her computer completely naked, her clothes in a pile next to her. She was fingering herself. A different fantasy of what could happen or a different memory of things that did happen would stream through her mind, and she would get so close to cumming. Then, the realization of what was happening would set in, and for a few moments, she would allow herself to calm down, trying to decide if she really wanted this to happen.
It was a truly frustrating cycle. Finally, she was too horny to care about the consequences for now. Her lust was clouding her judgement. She kept thinking of the different ways she would be conditioned by this author, this hypnotist. She kept imagining hundreds of ways that he might use her. Mary Jane exploded into orgasm.
One more hour to go.
Mary Jane began cleaning up her mess. She cleaned herself off and then the chair. She tried to get dressed. She wanted to pick out something sexy for him, but she didn’t want to seem too much like a slut. This really wasn’t her. She really wasn’t like this, but right now she was. Right now, she wanted more than anything just to let him take over and tell her what to do, to think, and to want, and while she didn’t want it to affect her real life, she seriously hoped it would.
Since she was a kid, Mary Jane had been told what acceptable behavior was, and other than her private fetish, she had always done what she should. Now she had the chance to have it all with the job she had now, a chance to move up and make it big, and a chance to actually impress her family and friends for a change, maybe even impress a man enough to draw his attention. She just had to keep her eye on the prize and not let this silly kink of hers get out of control, but she was afraid that it was already too late.
She gave up looking in her closet. She picked up the outfit she had been wearing off the floor. With only a few minutes more to wait, she sat back down at the computer. She didn’t want to seem too eager, but she knew that was pointless too. She had sent him a message this morning, and she had been online all day. Would he know that? Had he been watching her? Just as he promised, at 6 p.m. he arrived.
Mary Jane’s arousal was intensifying again.
She knew what was about to happen.
And she couldn’t have been happier.
Mary Jane shook her head. Hadn’t he already asked her that? Or had it been a fantasy? She couldn’t figure out why he would be asking the same question twice, so she answered.
Mary Jane felt her arousal take a leap. She began feeling pleasure in her whole body. She tried to push it out of her mind for now. She needed to answer, seduce him into giving her more. She needed more.
Mary Jane was on the verge again. She was horny as hell. Her hands flew to her pussy. She didn’t even bother to see if he had typed anything. She wanted to cum. She was almost there, but her arousal just kept building. She couldn’t push herself over the edge to gain the release she needed. Finally, she decided to ask for help.
Mary Jane’s mind was in overload. She had too cum. She was feeling so much pleasure that it was actually hurting. Her body was having spasms trying to force her to cum, but she couldn’t. She’d never had this problem before. Then, like a lightbulb turning on, she knew what had happened.
Mary Jane’s panties were already at her knees from fingering herself when she jumped up to remove the rest of her clothes. She moved so quickly that she almost toppled forward onto the computer. A button or two actually popped off the blouse she was wearing as she jerked it open. One sharp tug and her skirt was falling to the floor. Soon, once again, she was sitting, staring at her computer with a pile of clothes in the floor next to her.
Mary Jane’s pussy exploded. She was convulsing. She couldn’t stop it as waves of pleasure racked her body and mind. At some point, she fell out of her chair, but she didn’t feel any pain from hitting the floor just more pleasure as the cool hard wood floor touched her body increasing the sensations she was already feeling.
Mary Jane climbed back into her seat and read what had been written. She was sick from disappointment. She wanted more.
Mary Jane was now almost in tears. She had just experienced the most incredible orgasm of her life, and now she would have to wait days for another chance. Tomorrow was Sunday. She had hoped to talk him into chatting with her all afternoon.
How could he just log out like that? Wasn’t he enjoying their chats? Maybe that was it. Mary Jane had been getting great orgasms, but what was he getting? Maybe she was boring him? Would he even bother showing up tomorrow? Yes, he had to enjoy hypnotizing her. She just couldn’t think about not being able to be hypnotized by him again or not having an orgasm like that again.
It had been six months since Mary Jane broke it off with her last boyfriend. Since then, her fantasy life had kept her well satisfied, until she felt that orgasm tonight. She had to have another. She had never known that kind of pleasure before. She had to feel it again. She was suddenly very nervous and fidgety. Forgetting about her nakedness, she got up from the computer trying to find something to occupy the rest of her night.
Mary Jane had cleared her schedule for tonight. She assumed like last night they would chat until at least midnight. Now it was barely 7 p.m. and she had nothing left to do. She kept wandering back to the computer, hoping to see him come back online. It was on one of these trips that she noticed her clothes. It wasn’t the first time she had gone naked in her home, but there was a nagging feeling that this was his doing.
By around 8 p.m., Mary Jane was back into the frustrating cycle of fingering herself. This time she was sitting on her living room couch. She kept replaying the chat over and over in her mind. She remembered the feelings, the intensity of her arousal. She tried to hold her orgasms, build back up to that level, but she had no luck. She had almost a dozen mini-orgasms over the next hour, but, not one of them, not even all combined, made her feel as good or satisfied her like the one orgasm that he gave her.
Being that it was Saturday, she checked MCstories.com. There was another new installment. This one ended with Natalie choosing to be free or be a slave. Would that be her choice some day? She couldn’t deny the possibility of losing herself like that did arouse her. In a lot of ways she was Natalie. As she read back through the story again, she began to wonder when she would start to change.
Mary Jane reread the e-mail Natalie had sent WillKiller in the story. Was that what the author wanted from her? Should she have sent something like that to him instead of that first e-mail? Mary Jane knew he wanted an e-mail like that from her. She also knew that she was about to send one like that to him.
Mary Jane had no idea why she was doing it unless she had programmed to do so, but she opened her e-mail and started typing. She spent over an hour typing the e-mail, her arousal building the whole time.
Her life story, her friends’ names, her fears, insecurities, the things she really wanted, details of all her past relationships, and even the name of where she worked and banked at were included. Her fingers were flying over the keyboard so quickly that she couldn’t take a hand away to even touch a breast, her face, any part of her body, much less finger her pussy. She tried to go back and delete parts of it, but she couldn’t. Her fingers kept typing. Something in her was determined to tell him, even if she was against it. Thankfully, at least, she hadn’t given her address or account numbers or things of that nature; though, she worried her hands might yet add that information too.
Mary Jane’s lack of control made her arousal unbearable. She had to cum, and she had to stop typing this e-mail. Finally her hand pulled away from the keyboard. It had finished typing. However, instead of moving to her pussy like her mind tried to order it, it moved to the mouse, and before she could stop it. Her hand had clicked the send button, and Mary Jane was exposed, just like Natalie. What was he doing to her and why did she want more? Though her arousal was still on the verge of another small orgasm, it was almost as if she was numb to it.
She had already had so many orgasms (at least 10 or 15 in the last hour, or had it been longer?). At any rate, she didn’t care to have another small one. She needed another one like she had when he commanded her to cum, and although small trickles of juice were slowly running down her thighs and pooling on the chair, she didn’t feel aroused enough to even be playing with herself. She wondered if even these wonderful orgasms were worth getting up at 5 a.m. What would it say about her?
Probably not as much as her e-mail just told him...
Mary Jane knew she didn’t really have a choice. Somehow he was in control of all of this. She knew she would be online. He hadn’t even asked. Was it a command or did he know just how pathetic she actually was? She looked at the clock. 9 p.m.
It was too early to go to sleep, but she did have to be up and ready at 5. She decided it was best to go ahead and get some rest. She got up from her computer again. This time though, she reached down and picked up her clothes. Instead of moving to put them on, she simply tossed them in the hamper. She climbed on to her bed, but not feeling comfortable being covered again tonight, Mary Jane curled up on top of the sheets. Mary Jane set her alarm clock for 4:30 and as she closed her eyes, she had the strangest sensation that she heard waves...
That was all she remembered.
The next thing she heard was her alarm clock. It was 4:30. Mary Jane rolled out of bed. She wasn’t even awake enough to notice that sometime while she was asleep, she had pulled the covers over her, wrapping herself in them. She headed for the shower. She wanted to be sleeping right now. She didn’t want to be dolling herself up for anyone today. Sunday was her day to catch up on housework, TV, reading, shopping, or anything she wanted to do. All she’d want to do today after talking with him was sleep some more.
Still there was something about a good hypnotic trance that seemed to make her feel as though she had been asleep for hours, and she was excited about getting to talk with the author again. He was definitely having an effect on her. As she lathered up her body, she could already tell that she was ready for him. Every inch of her body responded to her touch, begging for more. It was by sheer force of will that she managed to make it through the shower, dry off, and put on her make-up in time for her chat date.
Mary Jane noticed that she had forgotten to shut down her computer. She sat down in front of it again. A brief thought that maybe she should be wearing something passed through her mind, but she pushed it away. She didn’t want to wear anything right now. Not until after they chatted. But the thought wasn’t her thought. It felt... different. If coverthypnotic hadn’t logged on at that moment, Mary Jane might have given it more thought, but her attention was now otherwise occupied.
Then a dialog box came up on Mary Jane’s screen asking her if she wanted to accept a file: timer.exe The memories of her orgasm last night were pushing her to accept it in hopes that maybe it would make her cum again, but what if it was a virus? What if he was just using her? She hesitated. She thought she noticed a message pop-up in the messenger window, but when she glanced at it. She didn’t see anything new.
Mary Jane finally gave in to her pussy’s pleas to download the file. She had no doubt the file was safe. This author wouldn’t be so low as to send her a virus. He might hack her mind, but surely not her computer, and besides, surely her virus scans would catch it if it were dangerous. As if in answer to her fears, her virus scan program popped up a warning.
“Dangerous File: File contains BackOrifice2k.trjoan virus”
Before she even read it, she closed the screen. This file was fine. She knew that was what the screen had been going to say. She wasn’t worried at all. Mary Jane dug through the folders to find the file she was sent.
Without even thinking about it, Mary Jane double-clicked on the file and opened it. Her computer sat for a few minutes with a message on the screen:
Loading... Please wait.
Mary Jane’s screen flickered a couple of times. Messenger went to Invisible mode, but she was still available to the hypnotist. Then messenger disappeared into her system tray. Another flicker and all the icons on her desktop vanished. Her screen kept flickering. Slowly at first and then she noticed more and more, her background was changing, pixel by pixel.
Her interest was peeked. She couldn’t take her eyes off the ever changing shapes. Her background morphed into a picture of a wall. There was nothing out of the ordinary. There was a small bar to the lower right, bottles of varying shapes and sizes, pictures littered the walls with people in them she didn’t recognize. Though, all did seem to be women and most seemed to have a familiarly blank expression. Mary Jane’s mind drifted for a moment, imagining her own face added to the wall. Yet the most interesting feature of the wall was the pendulum clock directly in the center of her screen.
Her screen kept flickering. More than once, Mary Jane thought she saw words, but she couldn’t make them out, not while she was trying to memorize everything she saw before the program ended. Her own mind was blank except for the images in front of her. Her eyes were locked on the swinging pendulum, and little by little, the picture zoomed in on the clock until it filled her screen, the constant ticking pounding into her mind, the pendulum filling her vision, and the clock oddly showing her the correct time. The flickering slowed as words began to appear on her screen.
The seconds ticked by. New words filled Mary Jane’s mind, words that reinforced suggestions that had already been made, words that pushed her even deeper into this hypnotic state, and words that aroused her. However, Mary Jane was totally unaware of any of this. After only a few minutes, her only thoughts were the exact words that appeared on the screen.
The minutes ticked on, then hours. Was the clock moving faster or was it just this easy to pass the time in hypnosis? Mary Jane waited for the program to end, but it never did. It seemed to loop at different points, never looping in the same way, yet always going back through the same suggestions until Mary Jane knew the different sections by heart. The clock made one full revolution, then another. A full day seemed to pass, and Mary Jane kept sitting there.
As the clock reached 8 a.m., on what now appeared to be Monday morning, Mary Jane struggled. A single thought pushed into her mind.
“I have to get to work.”
As if in answer to her thought, she noticed a button that says, “Time for work”
Mary Jane clicked the button. A spiral appeared in the clock, making time seem to move even faster. The words became more visible, more commanding. She was told how important work was, how much she needed the job she had. It told her how to focus unrelentingly on her work. If she wanted to get ahead in her job, she had to be all about her work while she was on the clock.
Of course, all of it was true, and all of the thoughts were ones that she had before now. Still the thoughts of how she should do her work pushed out the worries of missing work as she was conditioned to be the best worker her employer had known. Hours passed again pushing the new suggestions, suggestions that would also be repeated each night before bed, the new work ethic deep into her psyche.
At some point, Mary Jane’s stomach growled. She was hungry. Her throat was dry. Again in answer to her thoughts, she saw a new button, “Lunch Time”.
Again, Mary Jane clicked the button, but this time the clock with the spiral face and even the wall behind it faded to a black screen. Instructions began to stream onto the screen, details of what she was to do next. Never coming out of her trance, she got up, still nude, and made her way to the kitchen. She pulled some lettuce out of the fridge and began making herself a salad.
She reached back into the fridge pulling out some assorted veggies. Before chopping each one, she would stroke it in and out of her pussy several times. Her arousal just kept growing. Once each one was sufficiently wet, she would chop it and add it to her salad. It was a much larger salad than she needed for lunch. She put some into a small bowl, added some salad dressing, and then put the rest back into the refrigerator for later.
Mary Jane took the bowl back to the computer. She sat down, still in trance. Another button had appeared: “Time to eat” She clicked it and began eating, her eyes once again focused completely on the screen. The clock slowly faded back into existence. She ate and watched as the spiral pulled her in and more messages told her how good the food was, how different it tasted, and how the added flavor even let her food arouse her. Mary Jane just ate and watched, letting the words soak into her mind and letting her arousal grow to new heights.
When she finished, she simply set the bowl aside. Soon enough, the suggestions returned to the loop, further reinforcing the suggestions she had already been bombarded with. The clock kept spinning for what seemed like days upon days, faster and faster. She lost all reference. If Mary Jane could have been capable of independent thought at this point, it would be hard for her to tell how long she had been sitting here and if she had ever done anything but watch these messages.
At some point, a message window popped up. It was from coverthypnotic. Mary Jane’s focus shifted as soon as she saw it. Had she been waiting for it? She had been programmed by the words to wait for it.
The response had been programmed as well, no thought went into it. Mary Jane scanned her own mind to make sure that even her conscious mind would accept the new thoughts as her own.
Mary Jane couldn’t keep up. One minute he seemed like a sweet guy, and the next he was treating her like some plaything. She was starting to get worried that maybe she made the wrong choice, but she couldn’t help but admit that she was enjoying herself. It was all she could do right now not to finger her pussy.
Mary Jane didn’t have an answer. Was this part of the hypnosis? She did enjoy fingering herself, a lot. She didn’t know if she wanted to do it all the time though. After all, she wasn’t that sex crazed, but she wouldn’t deny the idea of being made to was making her even hornier and her fingers kept slowly stroking her hot, wet pussy.
Yes, that was it. She had been thinking about something else, maybe work. She couldn’t figure out a reason she shouldn’t play with herself when she was alone and horny, so it must be the right thing to do. And besides, it’s what she usually did, isn’t it? Of course it was, but he just made it sound like that was all she would be doing it all the time. God it was hard to concentrate with a finger in her pussy. Mary Jane’s movements were getting faster. She knew it wouldn’t be long now.
Of course, Mary Jane saw nothing. She simply felt her arousal, her horniness vanish in an instant when she had been so close to cumming. In fact, she still wanted to cum. She kept fingering herself, hoping to bring back the feelings. Nothing happened.
Did he know? Was he behind this? He had to be, but her hands were typing before she could even think about lying to him.
Mary Jane looked down and blushed.
Mary Jane’s body was flooded with desire again. Her fingers pushed deeper, faster.
Again, Mary Jane’s lust was clouding her mind. She was suddenly unsure of herself and her own thoughts. Every time she tried to disagree, he would make her feel that much dumber, and she seemed to always end up agreeing with what he had said first. How was he doing this?
Mary Jane’s fingers were pounding her pussy now. She had to cum soon. She had to.
At this point Mary Jane didn’t know or care what this author was doing to her. Her entire body was filled with pleasure. She was cumming, and she hoped she never stopped. Soon, though the pleasure faded, and once again, she was ready for more.
He was gone. Had he even waited to see if she would say yes? Why should he, it was obvious that she would be there no matter what time he set. She had actually surprised herself saying she couldn’t chat at work. He wouldn’t be the first person she had talked to while on the job, but now he was gone again. Mary Jane was alone.
Her first order of business was to go clean up herself and her chair. By the time that was taken care of, it was nearing 7 p.m. Mary Jane was getting hungry again, but feeling that she had spent enough time nude, she first hit the button to shut down her computer, went to her bedroom and slipped into a comfortable t-shirt; a pair of plain, white panties; loose, plaid, cotton pajama bottoms; and white socks. She left her room and walked to the kitchen. Her hand kept casually tugging at her pajama bottoms, as if they weren’t on quite right, showing a little more of her panties as she walked.
Mary Jane had been expecting to have to dig through cabinets to find something to eat. Instead, she was surprised to open the fridge and find a salad that had already been made sitting there. There was easily enough for today and lunch a couple of days. She poured some out in a bowl. Her hand kept brushing her braless breasts. It felt different, good.
Mary Jane went out into the living room and sat on the couch thinking she could watch some TV while she ate. As she sat, she first crossed her legs. Mary Jane picked up the remote and began flipping channels. Then, she uncrossed her legs but kept her knees touching. The longer she sat flipping through channels the wider the gap between her knees became. Finally, legs spread wide, deciding there was nothing to watch but reruns and boring movies, she flipped off the TV, tossed the remote and began eating.
The salad was heavenly. If it was possible, somehow, it was as if the salad was arousing her. After only a few bites, Mary Jane had tugged her pajama bottoms down to her ankles and was gently stroking her pussy through her panties with one hand while she kept eating with the other. Her hand moved to stroke her breasts also, but they were still covered, constricted by her shirt, but in one swift motion it was over her head and flying across the room. Another bite, this salad was amazing. It had an odd taste to it, a seasoning she didn’t ever remember tasting on a salad before. Mary Jane knew it, but she couldn’t place it.
Not long after, by the time her salad was nearly gone, it had already been forgotten. Mary Jane was quickly yanking her panties to the floor and kicking them in a pile with her pajama bottoms. Her fingers were once again buried in her pussy while the other hand was kneading her breasts. It felt so good to feel this way. Her arousal was growing every second, and she was sure she would cum soon. Minutes passed, though, and Mary Jane’s arousal kept growing.
Mary Jane leaned back, lying on the couch, pushing her fingers into all the spots that would usually set off her orgasms but nothing happened. She pulled, pinched and twisted her nipples, but her arousal only grew. She felt like she was going to explode. She added fingers first two which was her normal, then three, feeling the tightness and pressure it caused but getting no release.
Finally, when she couldn’t think of anything else, Mary Jane realized how bad this had to look. Her clothes scattered all over the room, her legs splayed like some oversexed slut. Was this what she was going to become? She would lose her job at this rate. She wasn’t this pathetic. She had to stop now!
But those thoughts, instead of calming her down as they had the night before, now pushed her over the edge. Her body began to spasm. Pleasure began to flood through every inch of her. She screamed. On top of that, just as it seemed to end, she felt a dull ache, a need to feel it again.
It was an undeniable urge that kept Mary Jane’s fingers moving inside of her even after her orgasm. She had never kept fingering. It was a rush, such a weird sensation. Her fingers moved faster, but her arousal was fading. No matter how hard, how fast, or where she touched, her arousal kept slipping away.
She had lost control. She didn’t want to finger herself. She had to finger herself. This was too slutty even for her. Tears welled up in her eyes as her arousal returned in full force. Why was she getting off on this? Again, the more ashamed, the more out of control and slutty she felt only made her arousal, her horniness that much stronger. Her orgasm this time was just as strong as or stronger than before.
When she finally did cum, she pulled herself up from the couch. She did her best to ignore the ache she felt inside again. She loved to be horny. She loved to cum. Why was she denying herself? The thoughts streamed through her mind. How could she go to work like this? What would people think if she ran off to the ladies’ room every ten minutes just to cum, where everyone would probably hear her?
It took every ounce of will Mary Jane possessed to pick up her clothes and put the on. She suddenly didn’t like wearing them like she had before, but she knew that was just her sex drive talking. If she didn’t wear them, she wouldn’t get any sleep. She would spend the entire night playing with her already sore pussy.
Once she was dressed she headed for her bedroom. It was time to get some sleep. Maybe all of this was still too fresh in her mind. A good night’s sleep might let it fade some. She didn’t even notice her hands caressing her body as she left the room.
As Mary Jane entered her bedroom, she saw a mirror. She rarely looked at her body in the mirror, but tonight, after everything that had happened, she had an almost morbid curiosity that she needed to satisfy. She glanced in the mirror.
The girl that looked back at Mary Jane wasn’t the girl she saw every morning in the mirror. This strange new reflection looked different. She had a wanton expression that displayed the arousal that Mary Jane could already feel creeping slowly back into her body. She was standing with a much sexier shape than Mary Jane knew she possessed. She was aware of each and every curve of her body, the rise and fall of her breasts, the way her nipples were still, as they had most of the night, poking, pressing against the fabric of her shirt.
Without a thought, Mary Jane pulled the shirt over her head to inspect them further. To the touch, Mary Jane could feel both the wetness and warmth of her hands on her breasts and the warmth that her breasts were radiating. Mary Jane couldn’t help but fondle them some. They were a perfect handful for her, and tonight they were so sensitive, so firm.
Mary Jane pushed her thighs together, trying with all her might to deny the fire that she was feeling. Instead, she felt a squishing. Her panties were wet. From her current arousal or her previous cums that she had even tried to clean up, she wasn’t sure, but she could almost see her new favorite author’s words:
Mary Jane bent at the waist, pulling her pajama bottoms and panties down at the same time. As she glanced back into the mirror she could see her hot swollen pussy. She couldn’t describe how much she needed to cum again, but she had to stop. She had to get some sleep. She had to go to work tomorrow. She had to get in bed. Yes, bed. With her legs spread wide, she wouldn’t have to worry about falling over or out of a chair. Bed was the perfect place to masturbate.
Mary Jane laid down on her bed, her hands still kneading her breasts. She was so hot, so horny. She closed her eyes to imagine the perfect fantasy, her next session with the hypnotist. What she saw when she closed her eyes, however, was the beach. A warm, sunny beach that seemed far to real to be a dream. She had been here before. She could see a boat out almost at the horizon bobbing up and down. Out of the blue, she remembered, but it was just as she heard the waves and relaxed and realized it was too late.
It was one of the most fitful, erotic night Mary Jane had ever spent in her bed. Her dreams were filled with hypnosis and erotic suggestions. Twice during her sleep she came as her fingers spent all night stroking her pussy. When she awoke the next morning it was to find herself tangled in the covers, two fingers still entirely engulfed in her pussy with the taste of her own juices on her lips. The salad... the strange flavor... that was it. How could she have not known? Well, she certainly wasn’t eating it for lunch at work. That was for sure.
As a new work week dawned, Mary Jane got out of bed half-excited and half scared of what this new day would bring. Certain of only one thing, she would be online tonight. She walked to the shower not even paying attention to her hands already beginning to stroke her breasts and move toward her pussy once again.
Mary Jane smiled at the mirror and thought, “What a slut!”
She came before she even made it into the bathroom.
Today was going to be a VERY good day.
(Let me know what you think! Suggestions, comments, and advice always welcome!)