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The Highway Hypnotist - Part 1 (MF, mc, hyp)
by Anonymous NixPixer (c) 1993

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I was on a trip with a good friend of mine. Rose and I are both
(reasonably) happily married, but our pastimes bring us regularly into
contact away from our spouses. I found her attractive, and I now know she
feels the same about me. In fact, she liked to think - or pretend - that
just our proximity was somehow risque. Once she took me aside at a function
and very seriously said:

"This is real hard for me," she had said, looking very demure, "but I want
to make sure that we feel the same way."

She went on to say how attracted she was to me, but that it would be wrong
to let things go too far. All this with her large brown eyes alternately
swimming up at me, then shyly cast down. Of course I agreed and reassured
her.

I realized then that she was making much more out of our casual contact
than I ever had... but she looked so shy (and sexy) then that from that
moment on she found her way onto my deeper erotic fantasy channel.

Long drives together were part of our relationship. Rose is an erratic
driver in town, easily distracted, and more than once I found myself
offering to drive. On the interstate it was better, until I received an
unpleasant surprise.

I had dozed off lightly one afternoon, Rose at the wheel. Suddenly my
semi-conscious self was rudely snapped back awake as I felt the wheels bump
at high speed onto the shoulder of the road and the car swerve. It wasn't
life-threatening, but I said "Damn! Did we hit something?"

Rose said she was sorry, she had lost her concentration or something.

"Are you tired? I can drive."

"No," she responded, "I'm fine."

I relaxed again, but couldn't sleep. I found myself watching her drive
through my half-closed eyelids. Her smooth arms and short tapered fingers
rested on the wheel. My gaze next wandered down past her rather small but
attractive mouth and chin, down to her bosom. Attractive, and often the
subject of a bedtime fantasy or two. My gaze caressed those tempting,
tempting bulges, and I began a little daydream...

Then the car gave another tiny, tiny jerk where there shouldn't have been
any. My gaze shot back up towards her face. I was about to say something,
and then I stopped.

She was staring straight ahead of course, but there was something else in
her steady gaze... something - the best I can call it - helpless... Her
eyes seemed not to be blinking at all for many many seconds, and as I
studied her with rapidly growing interest, I could see that her lids were
open wide. She was staring as if she were mesmerized!

Things between us were never the same since that day I watched her
succumbing so easily to "highway hypnosis!"

Now she blinked, squinting, and shook her head a little, her short, soft
hair jiggling from side to side. She stole a glance toward my "sleeping"
form, and I hoped she could not see the gleam of my eye! She looked as if
she wanted to wake me, but turned forward again.

I now watched her like a hawk. Sure enough, after another ten- mile stretch
I noticed her stare again. She was not flicking her gaze around at all, as
we all should do when on long drives; the lids were opening wider and I
thought I perceived a slight tremble in her forearms... she was clenching
the steering wheel tightly... abnormally tightly, I thought.

I began to feel sexual arousal at her display of helplessness. Her tongue
emerged to wet her lips, which I could now see were pressed tightly. Her
head turned a bit from side to side, but her eyes never left that vanishing
point, and soon her face was again still.

The breasts were displaying shallow breathing, and I sensed that she felt
she was losing a fight to stay awake. The eyelids were drooping shut,
blinking slowly over her staring eyes. I didn't want to die in some flaming
crash, but I couldn't help myself watch her!

Another jerk, and a small lurch of the vehicle, as she came "back out of
it." I stirred.

"Sorry..." she said, still blinking too fast.

I knew then what I wanted to do. From that moment on my whole persona would
have to be that of a skilled hypnotist. The clock told me there were still
several driving hours on this untraveled stretch of interstate before we
reached the motel.

In my very most quiet but determined voice I murmured "Let's stop a minute
to stretch." Usually I put these comments as suggestions... open for
discussion as it were... this time I just left it as a quiet demand. "Pull
off, Rose."

She glanced at me, picking up the difference in my demeanor. "Everything
OK?"

"I'm ready to drive. We need to stretch and breathe fresh air. Pull off
here."

She complied, and soon we were stretching, jogging a bit and reaching for
the coffee thermos.

"Rose," I began, "did you know you were falling asleep?"

She glanced at me hurriedly.

"Oh... yeah, I guess I could have been..." Then she elaborated. "I can't
stand these long drives!"

"Well, believe it or not," I responded, "not only am I ready to drive
again, but I know exactly how to help that!"

"You do?"

"I had the worst case of driver's trance ever just a couple years ago," I
said, untruthfully. "I'd just... you know..." I said, hoping she'd clue me
in.

"Oh, yes!" she assented readily, "it's scary, I just can't seem to stay
awake on these long straight roads!"

I continued my build-up.

"A good friend taught me how to rechannel until it became so easy to stay
alert and defensive for really long trips."

"How?"

"Let's start up again and I'll tell you... wait a minute," I interjected.
"Don't drink any coffee yet, just give me a cup please."

"Why?"

"You'll see... it's all related, but you shouldn't have a caffeine buzz for
a while. Now you 'passenge' again, and... here, let me adjust the seat.
Posture is important."

I leaned in and slid the seat backwards as far as it would go, then
adjusted the recliner to tilt slightly back. Soon we were humming along
again.

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After a bit of conversation about how far we had to go yet, I continued.

"You know, Rose, I think you could be a good highway driver if you let me
help you just like my friend did for me. It's easy, and it'll help the time
pass for me if I have a 'project.' What do you say?"

"Sure, I guess, what did he do?"

"He actually had me just ride along and zonk out," I answered. "Since I was
the passenger, there was no more pressure to stay alert. Then I guess it
was a little like... " I was intent on her without revealing my interest...
"like, a trance or something."

"Like hypnotism?" came her voice softly. There seemed to be no signs of
resistance in her voice!

"Yeah, you know the phrase 'highway hypnosis?' Well, he showed me how it
was really true... just like real hypnosis, where your concentration
narrows, and you drift off, and nothing matters, and it felt great, like I
never wanted to stop, and it got deeper and deeper..."

She make no answer. Her face was not looking at me, and a little glance
showed me that she was looking down the road. She appeared to be feeling it
already!

I'm glad I was wearing a loose shirt, or my developing erection would have
been so obvious that everything would have gone down the tubes! I
continued, trying as best I could to pace my voice and smooth out the
inflection into a relaxing kind of drone.

"My eyes wanted to look way, way down that highway, way to the horizon," I
said, "and it felt like a pull, sort of. You know, a subtle pull that just
seems to hold your eyes straight ahead, you know?"

I sensed her nodding slightly as she began falling under my control.

"And the road kind of flows under the wheels, and you can feel the rush of
the tires as the road pulls you ahead..."

I paused, still no answer.

"But now I'm driving, and there's no pressure or tension and we can explore
that feeling, we can get deeper than that, much deeper, and as I drive, you
can just let yourself go like I did, and I'll describe it the same way, the
same way, and you can help like I did the same way, and there won't be any
pressure or tension and we can get deeper."

This time I thought I heard a tiny breathed "OK" from my passenger. Rose
had her hands in her lap, resting on the upper surface of her rounded
thighs, delineated by a thin summer skirt.

"So I'll tell you what it's like, and you can help me, Rose," I droned on.
"I'll want your help as we go, so here's what to do... Keep your eyes
ahead, just like you're driving, but of course I'm driving and you can
relax and let everything happen and I'll keep driving you right down the
road straight as an arrow, straight... down... the road... and I'll want to
describe what to do so you can do it as I describe what you should do..."

I had plans for those hands, those thighs, those lips and those heavy round
breasts that seemed not to move at all... yet.

"And the road has helpful signs," I continued, almost in a monotone. "We
call them mileposts, and we know they are there to tell us where we are, so
the road speeds along and we know where we are, so Rose, without looking
away, keeping our eyes way way far ahead far, far out ahead, we'll count
those posts, and I learned to count them without looking, because the eyes
are held right down the center line, and soon the milepost floats closer,
closer and closer, and we just barely perceive it as it flows past the
eyes, like one is coming now, but don't watch it, just know that it's
floating up closer, closer... and now it's past and we can count it. ONE."

She was absolutely motionless in her seat. My cock felt hard enough to rip
up through my shorts, but it was way too early yet!

"And soon we'll feel another milepost flow past as we rush right down the
center of the road, those lane markers are smooth as oil, smooth and
rushing so fast that the eye is drawn up and away, up and away by the
steady flow of the line, and there are other markers I want you to count,
soon I'll have you count out loud as your eyes stay fixed, it's all right
to stare, to lose yourself down the lines, to lose yourself deeper down the
lines, as another marker floats floats floats by... annnnd... TWO.

"And Rose you're doing very well, you're giving up to that feeling we have
as those lines... never seem to stop, going on and on... rushing and
floating on and on so that the eyes are held like magnets like there are
magnets in the road holding the eyes so they can't look away, and after the
next mile comes... closer and closer, here it comes... THREE...

"I'll have you measure the trance by noticing the small markers that you'll
feel, those little sparkling lights that are twinkling past... they mark
the tenth-miles, and without any trouble, very easily and concentrating on
your eyes held now by the road, you'll count along with me for a while.
Here comes the next marker... FOUR... "

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"...Annnnnddd... TEN... and now you hear nothing but my voice, see nothing
though your heavy eyes can just barely remain open and I will pull you
deeper and deeper now Rose and you want it, you want so much to fall deeper
and deeper into my hypnotic trance, yes, give up all control to my voice,
let it move you, obey everything you hear, Rose."

Her chin had dropped down, parting her lips slightly. Rose had given
herself up to my control very rapidly. Her eyelids looked puffy and swollen
as they blinked repeatedly and lazily, but now and again they would open
wide as she tried her best to keep staring straight ahead.

"And now we will forget everything, we will bring you completely into total
hypnotic control, and you want that more than you've ever wanted anything,
more and more you'll find that wonderful feeling of total submission to my
voice and my will. And your voice will answer automatically now, as you
hear it say the number 'ten.'

An almost inaudible sigh: "..tennn.."

"And counting down...down...downnn to twenty..."

"'llevennn... twelvvve.... " her soft voice droned obediently.

"And keep talking as you obey my next commands. That's a good girl,
'thirteen...' and each count makes you understand that you want only to
submit to everything I say 'fourteen,' that's a good girl, how much you
want to feel my control..."

Now her head had fallen sideways against my driver's seat, all her limbs
relaxed; one of her hands had slid off her thigh and now rested over the
center console, actually held up by the rim of my coffee cup! A very
uncomfortable position, even for a sleeping person, but the hand didn't
move! it's soft pink palm upturned, the fingers curved ever so naturally as
in total relaxed sleep.

"And my voice and will are irresistible to you now... they've always been
irresistible to you, you feel only pleasure at being able to comply... to
submit... to obey me.

"Let's prove my unbreakable control now, Rose, feels sooo gooood to obey.
You will count to one hundred, deepening more and more all the way, and
soon you will not be able to remember the correct numbers, no, you will try
hard to remember, but you will forget, and you will be surprised to hear
that every number has turned into my magic phrase, and that phrase is
embedded completely within you and it is: 'I am compelled to obey you,
John' and begin counting now, and try to remember all these numbers very
well."

Again the muffled murmuring. "One, two, three..." as I pulled the car over
onto the wide shoulder and braked to a stop. "Fourteen, f- fifteen, six...
seven... sixteen... uhhhmmm three, four..."

Unbuckling, I took the time now to rearrange my dick, now trying its best
to stretch right down my out of my pants leg, feeling the scratchy fabric
of my shirt press and rub against the head... ouch!

"three... threeee... "

I leaned closer to her upturned ear now. "Yes, you just can't remember, too
hard to remember, the numbers become the commands soon..."

Now I got out of the car and rather confidently walked around to her side.
Opened the door and squatted down to view her.

How beautiful it was to be able to feast my eyes anywhere I wished! Her
left knee had drooped open, exposing a bit of her inner thigh to my view,
her right hand still rested on the other thigh. I pressed my boner along my
own leg and squeezed my thighs together as I stared.

Her breasts were inches from my face as I leaned in to watch her face. Her
eyelids now resting on her cheeks, and though her parted lips barely moved,
I could hear her hypnotic litany: "I am com...pelled to obey you, John...I
am com...pelled to obey you, John..."

Those lips, luscious and parted, obeying my will! I easily imagined them
parting just enough to wrap lovingly around my cock, which organ now felt
almost painful in its repeated clenchings!

I touched the reclining control and began twisting it slowly backwards. She
did not twitch or cease for an instant her mantra, even when I reclined to
a point where her head was suddenly free to loll over even further! Quickly
I just held it up straighter as I eased her backwards. Now I stood up. Too
much traffic roaring by just then to masturbate... I was close to an orgasm
though!

Leaning back in to Rose's chanting. "You will stop now. Breathe deeply and
fully."

Up rose the bosom, almost to my lips! She sighed and repeated the
performance. I sighed in my own ecstasy.

"Now hear and obey me completely, Rose. You can remember the numbers, all
the numbers again. While you count to one hundred I will speak to you. Keep
counting."

"One, two, three..."

"Count faster as you will feel my touch on your wrists. I am attaching
little metal bracelets to your wrists. They are cool little metal
bracelets, feel them being attached to your wrists."

"twentyfour, twentyfive, twennysix, twennyseven..."

I found a couple of rubber bands and lifted one hand. It felt limp and
leaden as over her unresisting fingers I slipped one of the bands. As I
leaned over to hold the other hand, her breathy voice puffed into my ear:
"fordyfive, fordysix, fordyseven..."

The latex slipped onto her wrist and I hefted her limp appendage without
feeling the slightest response. I laid the hand down on her thigh. It felt
very cool and smooth as I let my hand rest there for a moment.

She was near the fifties now.

"Count very slowly, Rosie," I said, holding my face directly in front of
hers. "Enjoy the sound of the 'fff' as you count."

Obediently the little-girl voice came: "fffiffftyonnnnee...
fffifffftytwoooo..." My lips were nearly touching her own now, my eyes
taking in her hypnotic helplessness, my cock throbbing dangerously, it was
poking out of my shorts leg, "fffifffftyyyyffffourrrrr..."

"Uhhhhh..." came my own involuntary response as I felt suddenly things had
gone too far. Traffic ignores, I hunched down next to her, freeing the
first four or five inches of my cock to poke right out into the air. That
little touch was enough to begin my uncontrollable reflex, I felt myself
swelling, sticking up and out, up and out, upppp and outtt comes the fluid,
"uhh!" I grunt quietly, imagining the thick cream spurting out to cover her
lips as they slide over and over my heavy heavy cock, it feellls sooo good
to release at last! the heated shaft pulsing with yet another dribble
dripping down between my thighs down to spatter from my heavy, leaden cock
onto the ground in thick dribbles and drops now, that hot glow just after
the climax begins making me feel dizzy... my head droops with weakness,
down... and drops onto her lap!

Oh God! I started back away, but instantly I perceived that even that
sudden sensation did not disturb her! as her voice continued:
"seventyyytwooooo..."

I must have swooned or something! Had she really counted that far? Looking
down, I saw only a drop or two of my congealing juice had actually spotted
my calves or socks... Nothing to clean up with, so I can only flick off the
last several upwellings from my creamy cockhead, and sighing, tuck my
softening member back into confinement.

She had reached the eighties.

"Rose, my beautiful Rose," I murmured, breath catching in my throat from
the tension of the last few minutes, "when your voice reaches ninety I will
slowly turn on my magnets. The magnets in the roof of the car are powerful
ones. Your wrists are magnetized, and as you hear your voice approach one
hundred the magnetic power will become greater and greater... you are
completely unable to move your heavy, sleepy arms and wrists, completely
unable to move them even the slightest bit by yourself, my magnetic force
will pull up and up on your bracelets, up into the air towards the power.
Relax and enjoy the feeling as I control your arms with magnetic power..."

Hurrying over to the drivers seat, I took to the road again as I heard
"ninetyyy twoooo... ninety threeee..." and, as if she were a marionette
tied at the wrists, her dangling, limp arms now jiggled and jerked slightly
and, fingers still drooping down, began lifting up off her legs. In a
moment they bumped lightly against the roof of the car.

"Feels wonderful to be so completely controlled... you know you want much
much more, Rose."

There was another deep sigh to my right.

"And now as I count from five to one, the magnets grow weaker, and your
heavy arms... so heavy, so limp and soft... will be able to sink deeply
down again. 5 - 4 - 3 - 2 - 1, and you sink still deeper."

I now played with her arms, raising and lowering them more rapidly for a
few minutes. I could cause them to virtually fly upward and lock onto the
roof with an audible thump! When released, they plopped down onto her lap
so heavily that I stopped for fear that she would bruise herself!

I ran through more deepening commands, testing her enslavement. I induced
temporary deafness and screamed into her ear suddenly, without seeing the
slightest response.

The highway near us being clear of traffic for at least a mile, I told her
how calm and peaceful she felt, watching a sexy, sleepy smile curl her lips
upwards... I had been slowing enough to make it safe when I gave several
very sharp tugs on the steering wheel and applied the brakes. Not really
dangerous, but very startling to any passenger except... the deeply asleep!