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Madonna {mc, mf, celeb}
by KMB_76@yahoo.com
Date: Sep 25, 1998
***
This story is not meant to be read by people under the age of 18
for various legal reasons that I'm not smart enough to get into. So
you young ones go off and read something nice and legal like the
Starr Report. This story contains graphic descriptions of sexuality
and if this offends you then it's time to hit the back button on
the left hand side of your screen. Hypnosis does not work this way
because this is a fantasy story. This is not reality and should not
be treated as such. If you try and make this fantasy reality then
drop me a line when you get out of jail.
This is my first effort so be gentle, I promise I'll get better.
Let me know what you think about this and remember I can't do this
without your ideas and fantasies. Send all comments to
KMB_76@yahoo.com - I cannot do this without your feedback. BTW,
those expecting some kind of transgender story or something, sorry
to tell you that this isn't it. Let me reiterate, TNG stands for
The Next Generation.
***
It's not always easy to get away from it all, especially if you're
face and name can be instantly recognized even in the most far off
corners of the world. But getting away from it all was exactly what
Madonna was trying to do.
She was a millionaire several, several, several times over, to go
along with her fame, so she didn't expect much sympathy from
anyone. Yet that didn't change the fact that she needed a break.
Being Madonna 24-7 was certainly a taxing job and she wouldn't
trade any of it for anything, but there was time when she just
needed to get away from it all and spend some time alone.
So after leaving little Lourdes with her father, Madonna took off
to spend some quality time with herself. Her 40th birthday had just
passed by and she had received two presents that she was looking
forward to getting a lot of use of. The first one was the use of a
cabin in the upstate woods of Washington State, near Canada.
Certainly this was no run down rustic shack, this was a fully,
modern functioning house. It just wasn't a penthouse apartment on
the West Side of New York City or a mansion in Malibu. The most
important thing was that it was in a nice isolated place where she
could just relax and forget about her pressures for a few days.
However, it wasn't long after she had settled in that any hopes
Madonna had of spending a quiet weekend alone were squashed. She
had just sat down in a chair on the porch in the hopes of watching
a sunset, when she heard a knocking on the door. The singer sat up
with a start, a million questions popping into her head. Who knew
she was here? Who could it possibly be? Was there some kind of
emergency? Had Lourdes been hurt or something?
With a bit of trepidation, Madonna walked to the door and after
peering out saw that it was a man in a Forest Rangers outfit. She
opened the door and let him in. "I'm sorry to disturb you ma'am,"
the Ranger began before it dawned on him who he was standing in
front of.
"Oh my God!" the man exclaimed. "You're-You're-You're-"
"You can say it," Madonna interjected as he began to stammer, "I'm
Madonna. Now, who are you?" "Oh, I'm sorry," the man said, "My name
is Steve. Steve Paris.
I'm a Forest Ranger for this sector."
"Is there a problem?" Madonna then asked, impatient to get back to
her relaxation. "Oh no ma'am," Steve replied, "We didn't know you
were up here, so I was just checking the area.
Sometimes we have break-ins when the cabins are unoccupied and I
was just making sure everything was all right up here."
As he spoke, Madonna began to look the young Ranger over. He was
very good looking; he could save her from a forest fire any day. He
didn't look as though he was a regular attendee at Mensa meetings,
but it wasn't like that mattered. Looking at Steve's muscles
through his shirt soon had Madonna thinking of other ways that she
could relax, and they didn't involve watching any sunsets.
"How old are you Steve?" Madonna asked, wicked thoughts continuing
to bubble in her brain.
"24, ma'am," Steve answered, "I know I look a little young, but
I've been on this job for over four years now. I just can't believe
you're here and I'm here and we're like talking. That is
unbelievable!"
"Well, believe it and you can knock off that ma'am stuff and just
call me Madonna," the singer replied, "Can I offer you something to
drink, Steve?"
"Oh no, ma'am, I mean Madonna, I should be completing my rounds and
getting back to the base," Steve said as he started to head to the
door. His resistance only made up Madonna's mind more quickly and
she knew then that she had to have him.
"C'mon, you can spare a minute," Madonna said knowing that he'd be
sparing more than a minute, "I want to show you something." "What's
that?" Steve asked. He couldn't wait to get back to the base where
he could start bragging to everyone about who he just met. The
other guys would be killing themselves with jealousy. It was going
to be great.
"Hold on a second," Madonna said as she rummaged through her bag,
where was that damn thing? Suddenly she felt it in her grasp and
pulled out a small black pouch.
"Take a good look at this," Madonna then said as she opened the
pouch and took out a green jewel. As the jewel glistened in the
light, Madonna closed her eyes and began murmuring a chant to
herself. Suddenly a green light shot out of the jewel and, before
he had a chance to react, hit Steve right square between the eyes.
Steve had no idea what hit him so he had no chance to resist. But
even if he had he would have quickly lost as a complete lethargy
spread all over him. His mind fell into a fog as he began losing
the will and the ability to speak or move. In a matter of seconds,
Steve stood, frozen as a statue, his eyes staring blankly ahead.
Grinning from ear to ear, Madonna began looking over her entranced
victim. This jewel was the second birthday gift she had truly
loved. It was an ancient jewel supposedly used by Amazon women to
ensure complete domination over their opposition.
Madonna had no idea if that story was true or not, and frankly she
didn't really care. It was a good story and the only important
thing was that the jewel worked perfectly.
Of course even at 40 Madonna certainly didn't need hypnosis to get
a man. She was still a hot number and she knew it more than anyone.
But with hypnosis came a certain ease and convenience, she'd always
been better at sex than relationships and this little jewel ensured
all the fun of a boyfriend without the emotional cost. Plus,
anytime she tried to get a new guy, the tabloids were all over her
with their rumors and innuendoes. Those were no fun to read and
especially with Lourdes becoming more and more aware of the world
around her, Madonna didn't want her daughter to hear miserable
gossip about her mother. Therefore, if she was the only one who
actually knew sex was taking place, then so much the better.
"Steve, can you hear me?" Madonna asked as she ran her hands over
her prey's motionless body.
"Yes," was Steve's reply, his voice coming across a little stilted,
but certainly not slow or slurred.
"Who am I?" she asked.
"You are my mistress," Steve answered; Madonna's arousal began to
kick into high gear as soon as she heard those words. Her pussy was
beginning to get wet and the singer knew that she had to move in
for the kill now.
"Take off your clothes, Steve," Madonna said as she sat down to
enjoy the show. Slowly at first, then with gradual speed, Steve
began to strip off his clothes. He unbuttoned his Ranger uniform
shirt and after that hit the ground he pulled off his undershirt
before pausing.
"All the way, Steve. Show me everything you've got!" Madonna was
loving the sight of her bare chested victim and was eager to see
more.
Without any further pause, Steve pulled off his boots and socks
before undoing the buckle of his pants.
They hit the floor and as soon as he stepped out of them, he pushed
down his boxers letting his hard cock free of its prison. "Hard
already?" Madonna asked with genuine surprise, "Does this turn you
on Steve?"
"Yes Mistress," Steve replied, "I wanted to fuck you the moment I
saw you."
Hmmm Madonna thought, maybe she hadn't even needed the hypnosis,
but it was too late now. "Come upstairs, Steve," she ordered.
With that Madonna led Steve upstairs, growing more and more turned
on with each step upward. When they reached her bedroom, Madonna
wasted no time in freeing herself from her clothes. She pulled her
white T-shirt over her head, exposing her hard nipples to the air.
She had worn no bra and she was getting so turned on that she had
been afraid that her nipples were just going to burst right out of
her shirt.
(Try explaining that to a curious party!)
The singer then pushed off her jeans and her panties off, leaving
her as naked as Steve. Madonna let the cool air of the room pass
over her naked body and she loved the feel of it. Her hand dropped
to her pussy and she began to finger herself, momentarily
forgetting about the motionless Steve.
However, Madonna quickly remembered that she had something a lot
more pleasurable than her fingers at her disposal and she looked up
to Steve. "Get down here and eat my pussy!" she commanded Steve and
he quickly complied. His tongue began to attack her clit and
Madonna immediately felt the first rushes of intense pleasure rush
to her brain. With one hand she pushed Steve in further to he pussy
and with the other she began massaging her throbbing breasts.
"C'mon fuck me with your tongue!" Madonna gasped as she felt her
juices begin to flow onto Steve's face. He was really good at
eating pussy and Madonna silently hoped that his girlfriend was
able to receive this favor from him whenever she wanted it. Steve's
tongue kept making solid contact with her swollen clit and soon
Madonna was past the point of no return. Her hips began to buck as
she held Steve's head at her pussy.
Soon the quake of her orgasm was roaring through her body as she
came.
Momentarily satisfied, but wanting more, Madonna released Steve's
head and drew him up for a deep kiss. She relished the taste of her
own juices on Steve's face and she moved Steve's hands up to her
breasts. Steve quickly got the idea and began massaging them,
sending jolts of pleasure to Madonna's brain and pussy, which was
beginning to need more attention.
Madonna let her hand drift down Steve's body as they continued to
kiss and she quickly grasped his hard cock. She then broke the kiss
and after taking a quick moment to run her tongue up, down, and
around Steve's cock, she lie down on the bed again and spread her
legs. "Fuck me Steve! Fuck me now!" Madonna commanded, "But you can
only come when I say the word Ranger!" Without a word Steve leaned
down and was easily able to enter the singer's pussy. He began
humping away at her, as Madonna squealed in pleasure, before she
decided to change things around a bit.
Madonna quickly pushed Steve off her and lay him down on his back.
His cock stood straight up in the air and Madonna could see that he
was about to burst inside. Well he would have to wait just a second
more for that, Madonna thought as she mounted her hypnotized friend
and began to ride his cock. She moved his hands back up to her
breasts and he restarted his massaging as Madonna bit down on her
finger to keep from screaming out in pleasure.
Soon she felt her orgasm beginning to build up again and when it
hit her it was like a very pleasurable bullet had been shot right
into her skull and through her brain.
As she gasped and moaned in ecstasy, Madonna managed to say the
codeword Steve must have been dying to hear.
"Fuck me Ranger! I want to feel you come inside me!" she shouted
and instantly she felt Steve's cock erupt as he shot into her.
Madonna then collapsed back on the mattress, as she kissed and
stroked her entranced lover.
"Now Steve," Madonna gasped as she felt herself coming back to
Earth. You're going to get dressed and leave the house. You will
continue to walk your rounds and when you are one hundred feet away
from here you will wake up and remember none of this. You went up
here and found no one there, in fact there's no need to check on
this place for the rest of the weekend. But if you ever hear me say
the words, 'Fuck me Ranger!' you will fall back into this state. Do
you understand?"
"Yes mistress," Steve stated as he walked downstairs and began to
get dressed. Madonna, her body wrapped in a quilt, came down to
join him and took him in for one last kiss. "You were a great fuck,
Steve. Have sweet fantasies about me!" she whispered as he walked
out the door. As she watched him go, her hand grasped her green
jewel. This jewel was definitely the best birthday present she had
ever gotten.
After walking for about a hundred feet Steve suddenly snapped back
to consciousness.
Where was he, he wondered? But he immediately recognized his
surroundings. What had just happened, he thought as he continued on
his way. Why did it seem like he had lost time? Why were his boots
not tied properly? And why the hell did he have Ray of Light stuck
in his head?
THE END