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The Highway Hypnotist - Part 2 (MF, mc, hyp)
by Anonymous NixPixer (c) 1993
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All this fun took up much of the remainder of that afternoon's driving. I
worked over and over on her open, yielding mind, arranging several
posthypnotic commands, strengthening the amnesia I wished to impose, and so
on. Again and again I stressed my unbreakable, irresistible power over her
body and mind, and she willingly repeated all the dogma with what looked
like almost religious fervor!
"Wake up now Rose," I finally said quietly. Her eyes opened. She was
intently staring down the highway as she had been earlier, and she shook
her head and rubbed her eyes.
"Wow... have I... ahhh... did you...?"
"I'm tired of driving now, and I want to see how you do. Feel good?"
"Oh, jeez, I feel great!" she enthused, stretching as far as the auto would
allow. Her breasts thrust upwards in my peripheral vision.
"How good do you feel?"
"Just like a turtle!" came the response, followed instantly by a giggle. "I
meant, just like a turtle. I don't know why I said 'turtle' when I meant to
say 'turtle.'"
I did!
We swapped positions again, this time I was so sure of my success that I
relaxed into a heavy afternoon nap almost at once.
I awoke with a start. The sunset was passing into evening's quick desert
darkness. The car hummed along. I had become aware of a repetitive touch
along my arm and left hand. I had been asleep so deeply that I forgot what
was going on myself!
"Whzzat? Anything?" I mumbled drowsily, and then I heard a low, crooning
murmur from Rose.
"No, I'm fine, everything's fine we have an hour to go, you get some rest,
I'm driving fine, go on back to sleep now..."
My right hand felt her fingers pressing warmly into my palm, and I
remembered what I had hoped would occur. I snuggled around and feigned
sleep. Momentarily things were still, then, over the road hum and engine
noise, her low seductive crooning began anew.
"...Mmm yes... yesssss..." came the low hiss, "the strong strong hands,
mmm..." again my left hand was stroked and clasped. "Mmm, sooo strong alll
over me, all over everywhere... ohhhyess so warm and strong and gentle the
fingerssss..." and I heard a quick break in her voice and my forearm was
now lifted and my arm laid across the top of her thighs!
"I've dreammmed about your hands, Johnny," came the lowered voice, almost a
ragged whisper as her fingers gently manipulated my own, brushing in and
out of my palm, pressing the back of my hand down into her lap, where I
could sense a deep heat throbbing gently. "Dreammed your hand and fingerrrs
were on me, they were everywhere, I - I had no secrets, Johnny, my darling
Johnny, your hands find out all my secretsss so smooth and - and dark and
thick and stronnnggg... mmmhhhh feel sooo goood I didn't want to I
shouldn't but I had to, I had to, I hadtohadtohadto..."
Now her hand with more urgency was sliding my own upturned wrist back and
forth along her upper thigh, now and again lifting it up and clasping it
against her midriff. My hand sank into the soft flesh of her belly beneath
its shirt (as my cock renewed a more urgent throbbing just inches away),
and was pulled up against the heavy weight of her soft, soft bosoms!
Would she cross the line to overt sexuality in this "waking" state? My
orders had been just to let herself daydream aloud, without thinking at all
about what she was doing or saying, while her waking mind concentrated on
driving skills and mental alertness.
"I-I hope you never find out how I need you, Johnny..." came the low murmur
once more, "need those hands so much, so strong, ooo stroke me now,
sofffftly, sofffftly so you don't wake up darling..."
I had been concerned about things going too far, and it seemed as if I'd
have to try and defuse her, but just then my hand was replaced tenderly in
my lap (brushing that monstrous pole that now pronged down my pants leg
again!) and I heard rustling noise as she rearranged herself quietly.
Then a muted click and shortly the local public radio station was filling
the car with classical sounds.
I stirred.
"Did we have a lovely little sleep?" came an entirely different,
mischievous voice, as I feigned a large yawn. "We're getting into town, and
I don't know about you, but I'm hungry!"
"God, how did the driving go?"
"It's so great, John!" she enthused, wriggling with little-girl glee. "I
was alert the whole time... it was wonderful! I paid attention to plants,
and signs, and cracks in the road..."
I glanced ahead, city traffic was not heavy, and I wanted to test her
again, I turned to face her and my left hand crept behind her headrest as
she chattered on. Now, reaching over her hair, my fingers pressed suddenly
into her forehead lightly and I said:
"Waking trance now."
"...And it was the most, the mmmmm..." her voice sank away in mid-sentence.
I was ready to grab the wheel, but she responded perfectly! Her eyes
remained opened, and I heard only a small sigh escape her lips.
"Deep deep waking trance, you are again deeply hypnotized as you drive
carefully and alertly to our motel. Do you remember the directions?"
"Yes," escaped the answering sigh from the lips set in the placid, blank
face of my companion.
"You are responding perfectly to my control. You love, it, you need to feel
controlled and dominated, as if you had no will whatsoever."
"Yes," came the instant response.
"You have had many fantasies about me, Rose, I know you have... "
"Yes."
"You may speak more normally from your deep hypnotic state," I instructed.
"You like to imagine my strength overpowering you, as I have with my will."
"Yes... I-I mean, yes, I've th-thought that sometimes." Her voice was
hesitant, but I ignored the tone.
"But you sense how gentle my strength is, how you want to trust it, that it
will only control you, never hurt you..."
"Oh, oh, yes, that's it!" she said, more animatedly now.
"And I have had many male fantasies about you... about your soft, yielding
womanhood, Rose."
"You... have... yes. You had some today didn't you?"
The question caught me unawares and I was shortchanged for an answer.
"You know... you felt sexy, I know you did... you do... don't you think I
have a sense of smell?" she said, almost giggling! "Your perfume... YOU
know... from... from there..." and she became subdued again suddenly.
"We're not just soft little sex toys."
My musky odor was now brought back to my attention, and I'm sure I blushed!
I'm glad she'd never remember jerking my chain that easily.
"Of course you're not, you're strong, a strong woman, and of course your
NEEDS are strong, and getting stronger, aren't they?"
She gulped a little. "Oh, if you only knew..."
"I do know, and we both know now that I can help our fantasies come alive,
Rose, come alive... yes you did smell me, you probably smell me right now
as I let your senses heighten in intensity..."
"Yes, you smell strong now... but I like the smell... it means...
th-that... th-that..."
"Go on, the smell means that I am... what?"
"You're - you're turned on" she dropped to a whisper, and I saw her tongue
sweep across her lips. I heard a pleading tone suddenly in her voice.
"John... are you sure? Are you sure it will be all right?"
"Rose, be silent now," I ordered brusquely. "I have mastered you so
completely, you would forget your own name if I directed you. You can
forget, and... you can remember too. Remember Lesson Two now, Rosie. Say
Lesson Two."
The response was instantaneous: "Lesson Two. I feel your total control
through my entire body and mind. I feel so good when I am under your
hypnotic power. I feel dominated and controlled, and I deeply want to feel
your power penetrate me."
Her voice had grown robotic again, and my cock surged anew watching her
blanked expression.
"And the other? About forgetting? Which Lesson is that?"
"Lesson Four. Whenever you kiss me and tap my mind I will instantly become
completely ready for my orders. My eyes will open wide and you will see
deep inside my mind. Your voice will tell me what to forget, and my mind
will obey. When you tap my mind three times, I will awaken."
"Yes, you see how easily you remember and forget, Rosie, and you make me
very excited just now. Continue driving, and give me your right hand."
The point of no return. Spurred by my painfully mis-shaped erection lumping
up again in the leg of my shorts, I set her hand down right on my thigh.
"It's hot, your hand and fingers feel so sensitive now you can feel
everything, it's very exciting to you, your hand is being pulled slowly
over, it wants to, you will let go now and I am summoning your hand, Rose.
Slide it to the right."
Her illusion of control breaking down definitively now her breathing caught
and became more shallow. Closer and closer to my crotch she let her fingers
creep, and then..."
"Oooohhhh... yesssss..." I heard the faint hiss of pleasure as she finally
encountered my tumescence. A split second more she hesitated, then the
soft, hot palm slid directly over the fat bulge.
My body reacted with almost as much excitement. The surge was almost
frightening, as I felt my asshole pucker shut as my buttocks squeezed
themselves together involuntarily.
"You are excited as I am, Rosie," I managed to gasp out. "Just gently
explore our fantasy now, and talk about it..."
"It's a nice, nice big thinggg..." and she slid out towards my bulging
glans, then back again. The hand squeezed gently down, and I know she felt
the answering clenching of my whole sexual being. "Nice, John, nice,
Johnny... Johnny, it feels so tight in there, does it hurt, Johnny? It
feels so cramped and tight..."
"It feels just the way you wish it to feel, Rose, just like you love it to
feel, but your touch is so exciting to me, I'm sure ... I'm aahhh sure you
can tell...."
"Oh yes, Johnny, I can feeeellll everythinnnggg... mmmmm, I bet you like to
be touched very lightly, don't you, but I like to slide my hand allll over
it... mmmm I just felt it jerk hard... is it too much, darling?"
I had about enough self-control left to order her to pull the car over,
into an unused daytime parking lot. I was sure this encounter would be over
soon... my cock was letting me know in no uncertain terms that my balls had
had enough stimulation, thank you!
I know that my cock felt both inflamed and trapped by the constricting
material that held it bound to lie tightly along my thigh... it so wanted
to burst free of its confinement, and she sensed this immediately.
"Does his big thing want to get out? Mmmm?" crooned my willing seductress,
her fingertips from both hands free to torment my stalk now. "I'm
hypnotized and I'll never ever remember that I'm... I'mmm oooh, I feel your
pulse, darling, do you want me to stroke it more? Of course it wants to be
strooooked and strooooked over... and over... and overrrrrr..."
I think the whole car must be jerking now to my pulse; getting more heated,
I lean forward and my trembling hand finally pulls the pants leg back,
scraping the super-sensitive skin of my desperately quivering tube that now
pokes well out into the musky atmosphere of the car. Her fingers fluttering
and hovering, sampling, it seems, every bump and vein as she murmurs to it:
"Yesss, my darling is getting ready now, ready, so ready, oh, yes, Johnny's
going to do it... do ittt..."
I'm ready... there have already been two barely-suppressed spasms that take
all my resistance, but that heavy, leaden pulse is just ... going... to ...
going to... I can't hold more than another couple seconds, I barely husk
out to my tormentor:
"It's going to come out, Rose, your fingersss are teasing it out, it's the
most beautiful perfume, the most delicious creamy treat, you're hungry to
have it all, make it fl-fl uhhgmghhh... floww out into your hand, oh, Rose
I love your hand, I can't hold it, can't... umh... holllddd it back..."
"No, darling, I won't let that big thing hold back any more, it wants to
give up to Rose, darling, you are in my hand, Johnny it's big and hot and
hard I want it now, I'm going to jiggle you darling,
jigglejigglejigglejiggle... oohhh I want to feel it happen... here you
come... here... now... now... now... Oh!"
She responds like a little girl as my knees stretch apart and my buttocks
thrust my member as far out as it will stretch, and the first little pang
of my release opens the floodgates, and then a large thud as her
manipulating hand is jerked upright, and the first blast shoots out into
her curling hot palm poised at my bulging glans here's another thud as my
body tries to launch my shots of semen as an archer launches a
long-distance arrow... "ummmmgh!" wrenched from my gut, and then
"nnnaaahhh" as now comes the most immense pleasure surge... over and over
with subsiding urgency but more tenderness I pour forth my thick, molten
cream, flowing out as she jiggles my shaft gently, feeling me subsiding yet
still pulsing with life, dying out... dying out, relaxing now...
The roaring of my own blood has shut down all sound, but now I hear her
continued murmurs of tender coaxing: "here's a whole cup of thick cream for
me darling, right in my hand, are you finished, Johnny? Getting so sleepy
now?" Indeed I'm almost comatose with this incredibly strong afterglow,
when I see her raise her come-filled palm to her lips.
Her hummingbird's tongue reaches out to touch it, she inhales deeply, then
tips her palm towards her, and...
"Slll-l-lp-p--pppp!" comes the sound of my essence being suckled in over
her pouting lips and... Jesus, the most wrenching, surprising feeling as my
nearly spent cock surges again! and with the soft spurt of a belated few
drops along my knee comes a sensation... I can't even describe it! except
maybe, as if I were passing a large bowel movement through my penis, as if
my insides were turned inside out... very nearly pain, and the following
ache in my nuts lasted for at least an hour!
"mmmh... mmmhhhh" and similar grunts are all I could manage for another
minute, as I saw her smile and lick all round her fingers, then reach down
to my member, still rubbery-firm, and lift it away from my thigh. Her
gentle fingers bestowed the tenderest of little pats as she lifted my
shorts out enough to push it back into a position of more comfort. Her
saliva-slick fingertips wipe my knee clean of my congealing spunk, and
again the fingers were conveyed to her willing lips.
"MMMmmm... it's so yummy!" she said, looking at me with some sparkle in her
eyes. "Did Rosie make Johnny reallll realll hot?"
"ahhh... ahh God," I croaked, then, gathered myself together and tried to
sit up straight.
"Can't you even talk? My, my, you almost boiled over out of your little
teapot, didn't you? Mmmm..."
I held her to me, and we began a deep kiss, so different from the little
social pecks we had allowed ourselves in the past! Her lips parted eagerly
and my tongue, pushing into her soft hot mouth, tasted my own juices
mingling with her saliva. Our tongues played with each other, and I felt
yet another of those little almost painful sexual after-shocks from my
groin.
I knew that she wanted "absolution" or at least forgetfulness now, she had
spelled that out to me in no uncertain terms. In mid-kiss my fingertip now
tapped her atop her soft, dark crown. Instantly her tongue stopped its
wriggling, and I felt her lower jaw droop away.
Pulling back, her face in my hands, I beheld her eyes. Drooping and
heavy-lidded, they were opening slowly wider. Wider. And now they stared up
into my own, like a bird must look at a serpent. The white showed all round
the dark irises; even under the night glow of the sparse street lamps I
could see she was deep.
In my best Bela Lugosi manner I widened my own eyes commandingly and bored
my steady gaze right back at her. I intoned, deep as I could:
"And now, my subject, I have hypnotized you deeply, and you will obey me.
Look deeply into my eyes. Yes, and now I remove and erase forever all
waking memory from your open, helpless mind. From the time I placed you in
waking trance to now... gone forever, except in your pleasure dreams. You
have already forgotten, but you will always be ready to comply with my
desires, with my total power over you. Say 'yes, Master.'"
My captive's slack mouth murmured "ehyessss... assssterrr..." and now I
turned her face-forward and commanded my slave to resume driving. She
pulled out into traffic.
"I will bring you back to quick wakefullness now." And I tapped her on her
head three times, lightly.
With the smallest start, her voice picked up her dropped thread from a
half-hour before:
"...most I've ever driven before without getting sleepy! You know, I owe
you a dinner, eh?" and she poked me in my fairly substantial tummy, "a nice
big one, I think, no?" she said, chuckling.
Soon we were checking into our fairly luxurious motor lodge. We were of
course renting separate rooms, but I did get adjacent ones, and soon found
they had a connecting doorway... as we all know, else how else could this
fantasy continue?