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Zarah: A Personal Fantasy
by Franzam (address defunct)

***

A normal easy going guy falls into the hands of Madame 
Mesmere. (Fdom/M, d/s, bi, exh, oral, anal, orgy, mc, 
ws, scat, huml)

***

Chapter 1 - 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 
very gently now left... now right... now left... 
right... close your eyes now, dear... they're so 
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 now seemed 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 last little bit of 
resistance in your eyelids... that last tiny bit of 
tension as your eyelids feel soooo intolerably 
heavy... oh yes, I see they are hot and flushed as 
they want to close... you will love 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 all 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-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 'séances' 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, deep, 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? Yes, 
it's tingling, I see its 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 
lying 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 blissful 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 sliiide 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 
cum..." 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.


Chapter 2 - 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... err, 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 swiveled 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 feel 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 all go, and fall 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 loosely 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 faaallling right into me now... falling and 
floating... faaallling and floooooating... 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 repetition 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 "Nice... so niiii..." 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, 
nnngh..."

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..." 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... 
aahhh... that's so gooood... sooo good! You're gonna 
Sliide it... slide it deep inside, sliding right up 
inside me... ooooohhh, do it sloooowly... 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 feeeel it, honey, I feeeel 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 cum, lover... I'm sooo ready! I want to cum 
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, 
WIDER! Nnnuggh!"

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 cum! 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 cum!"

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.

***

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 girlfriend to meet this "guru," 
so she could learn some of Zarah's wisdom. 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, very 
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, sloooowly 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 other's 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, 
and felt her cry.


Chapter 3 - 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 have 
proved 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 
risqué. 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 
preoccupation 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 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 cum, 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 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, Lillly," crooned Brenda. "I wish you could see 
your plump cheeks, and your hot, hot lips sliiiiding 
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 Brenda!" she almost sobbed, "I'm want 
to cum 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.


Chapter 4 - 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... someday 
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! It 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-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!"

"It's 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 black 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 Rebecca.

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 Rebecca'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 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 black 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 soooo 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, till 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. Slooow 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 contraction. 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. Cum for your 
lover now. Cum to me. Cum at my command."

Beth gave a start. She gave a long drawn-out 
"Mnnngghhh!" 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 waaaay up 
inside you... you want more and more, more and more... 
cum 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 signaled 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 
cum 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 
anointed 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 golf ball 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 cum right now, aren't you! All of 
you! Say it... say it and let it cum... cum now!"

As I felt my own buttocks squeeze tightly, and quickly 
experienced my fiery release, I husked out, "I'm 
cumming... cumming now! Oh God, it burns, it burns!" I 
heard other utterances: "God, I'm coming, coming so 
hard," and the ever-popular "Nnggh, nnngh!" 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 Rebecca 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.


Chapter 5 - 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 its 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 its 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 pint 
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 its tart and tangy, a little 
salty... it's so 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, deeply. 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... lick 
and lick and lick and lick... tongue can't stop...

It's so deep and dark in here, I'll open my eyes. I'll 
look at my juicy sweet food. It's red. Red like blood, 
red and shiny. Lick, lick, lick, lick. 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, stiff and thick, stiff and 
thick. I push it way, way, way in. I hold still. It's 
heaven, and I moan out loud. I moan and it feels so 
good and deep I hummm and the heavens erupt in 
violence. Head is jerked and squeezed and shook... 
Ahhmmmmm 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 honey juice running out... it's 
dribbling down inside your crack."

"Suck up my delicious juice. Ooooh. All 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 cum! I 
make you cum and cum all over me, and I cum and cum 
and cummm..." 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 so good... 
oooh, feels so good, your tongue and lips. That's 
right, taste me everywhere, yes, in my hot hot 
armpits, yes, 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 next 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 came 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.


Chapter 6 - 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 squeezing 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 deep 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 squeeze... 
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. Deep 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 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 
breathe 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 deeply 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 good, 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 loosen 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 so 
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 all 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. Good. 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 commend them to 
drop and loosen and close. I commend 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 way 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 cum."

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 stiffening 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."

"Yes 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 cum 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. Nnngh. 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 cumming.

"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 cum 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, all 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 way 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 movies over Bill, now let me soothe 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 all 
by yourself as you sleep. You can cum and cum and cum!

"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 feel 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 cum. 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 so 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 squeezing 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 so 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 close-
up 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 cumming again, to the chant of "Damn 
you... damn you... damn you..."

"Mistress, I want you please to suck me as you cum," 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 cum upon you. Fuck fast and hard!"

And we were off. Later, watching this scene on the 
tape years later, I would always cum 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 cum, 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 smeld Zarah's gusher all over his condom, and 
spoke again to him, very loudly.

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

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!

"Cumming," 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.

"Commm..." 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!


Chapter 7 - 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 "counseling 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 its 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 
slowly 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 smoothness 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, William..."

"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 cum 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, till 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 spiraling slowly, slowly 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 so 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-smooth 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.

"Aaahh... your touch is so strong, I want to give up 
al-l-l my hot milk... my hot breast milk... milk me 
now... milk and stroke... milk and stroke me... God, I 
feel white hot while you milk me... I'm so 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.

"Ahhh... you're sucking and milking... sucking... 
milk... milk... milk..." she babbled. "I feel the milk 
pouring out of me... the thick sweet milk pouring and 
flowing... flowing... 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 huge and 
bursting with thick sweet cream... cream..." 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 smell me, taste me..." 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 
CUNT!"

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.


Chapter 8 - 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! Ménage, 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.

"Yessss..." 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 stroked 
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... "

"Mmmm..."

"Zarah, what's happening to you? I'm stroking you now, 
verrry 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 stroking... 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 deep loose breathing 
under my soothing 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?"

"Ohhh!" she gulped, "helpless..."

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 "yes... 
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're..." 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 slide 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 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, alll 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 down 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 feel those lips of your sex 
become plump... plumper... plump - err and plump - 
err... 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 
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: 
"Plumper... plumper..."

"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 cum 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 cum, 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 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.

"Aahhhh... 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 loosen 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, unembarrassed 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 loosen your 
bowels now, Zarah. Open them and release... here it 
comes... letting go all 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. 
"Unnngh... ungghh!" 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 butt-fucking 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 
squeezing 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 slightly 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.

THE END

Author's Note: 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 these 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 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 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...

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously 
consider seeking professional help.
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