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Archive name: calist.txt (MF, mc, celeb)
Authors name: KMB (kmb_76@yahoo.com)
Story title : Calista Flockhart
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Calista Flockhart {MF, mc, celeb}
by KMB_76@yahoo.com
Sep 28, 1998
***
It had been just over a year since Ally McBeal had hit
the airwaves, and it had been quite a year for the
show's star, Calista Flockhart. Almost overnight she had
gone from unknown to being the cover girl for countless
magazines. Every single aspect of the show was fodder
for endless discussion. Calista for one, never wanted to
hear the words "dancing baby" ever again. Soon things
got to the point where Ally McBeal was on the cover of
Time Magazine and being blamed for the downfall of
feminism, it had gotten quite ridiculous.
However, she supposed that it was worth it. She was
earning more money than she ever had in her life and was
now able to get starring roles in big movies. Media
overexposure aside, what was better, appearing on a show
with millions of viewers every week or being in plays
that no one saw? The answer was quite obvious to Calista
so she decided to just grin and bear the backlash that
had hit the show.
The second season had just premiered and they were busy
filming episodes right now, there was a 11:00 call for
the actors so Calista pulled into the studio lot at
9:00, just enough time for her to get her hair and
makeup done right. She had been running a little late,
so she expected to catch a small degree of hell for
that, but not much. After all when you're the star
there's only so many times they can yell at you before
you can get them fired.
Calista was surprised though when she walked into the
studio and found a bunch of her costars in a circle,
laughing uproariously. Calista pulled her sunglasses off
and went to investigate the source of the frivolity.
What she saw was unusual to say the least.
Three of her costars, Courtney Thorne Smith, Greg
Germann, and Peter MacNichol, were standing around and
watching the casts' new addition, Portia DiRossi, as she
sat in a director's chair and literally acted like a
dog. There was another man there, one of the assistant
directors, his name was Dave or something like that, but
Calista was too shocked to pay him much mind.
"What's going on?" the stunned actress asked.
"Well it turns out our little friend Dave here is no
mere assistant director," Peter said, gesturing toward
the man, "He's apparently one heck of a hypnotist."
"He did this?" Calista asked as Portia began whimpering
as if expecting some kind of dog treat. "This is sick."
"Oh come on, Calista," Courtney chided, "It's just for
fun, he did it to all of us. He made Greg think he was a
rabid chipmunk."
"And I still contend that he didn't hypnotize me at all
and you are all just making this up so I'll feel
stupid," Greg interjected.
"Portia got to laugh at us, so now it's our turn,"
Courtney added.
"Still, perhaps we should wake her up now," Dave said,
breaking his silence.
"Well if you must, you must," Greg said, disappointment
evident in his voice.
With that Dave got in front of Portia and snapped his
fingers. The woman's barking and whimpering ceased
immediately and her eyes slammed shut. Dave then began
talking to her in a calm, soothing voice.
"Listen to me Portia," he began, "I'm going to count
down from ten to zero and with every number I count off,
you will begin to awaken. When I get to zero you will
become fully aware of your surroundings. You will feel
fresh and relaxed, like you just woke up from a short
nap."
Dave then began counting slowly from ten and with each
number Portia began to stir. When he reached zero she
fully opened her eyes and began to stretch her arms
back. Calista was amazed, Portia really did think she
was waking up from a nap.
"What happened?" Portia asked, her voice registering a
bit of disorientation.
"Well, do you want a lie or the truth?" Peter asked.
"Just give me the bad news, how humiliated should I be?"
a smiling Portia asked.
"In that case, let me report to you that you were just
the cutest little puppy ever," Peter replied.
"Oh my God," Portia wailed as she buried her face in her
hands, but she was still smiling. "I can't believe you
talked me into this."
"Do Calista next, Dave!" Courtney suddenly suggested.
"Oh no! Not on your life!" Calista immediately shot
back.
"C'mon, it will be fun," Dave replied, "I promise I
won't make you do anything
stupider than these guys did."
"Sorry, guys there is no way you are going to get me in
that chair," Calista said, "Besides I happen to know for
a fact that I cannot be hypnotized."
"Well, well, well, that sounds like a challenge Dave,"
Greg observed, "What's your response."
"All due respect, Calista," Dave replied, "Everyone can
be hypnotized.
People who say they can't are just fooling themselves."
"I am not fooling myself!" Calista declared, "I can't be
hypnotized. Some guy at a party tried it to me once and
it didn't work!"
"That guy was probably a bad hypnotist," Dave shot back,
"Wait till you see what I can do to people. The human
will is merely clay for me to sculpt in whichever image
I see fit."
"Oh God," Calista said as she rolled her eyes back, this
guy was unbelievable. Well she'd show him that he could
never turn her will into clay for his damn sculptures,
"Okay Mr. Bigshot Hypnotist, I'll make you a bet."
"Oooh this is getting interesting," Courtney said as she
rubbed her hands together in purposely over the top
glee, "I'm glad I came in early today."
"Let's hear this bet of yours," Dave said, his interest
piqued by the challenge.
"Okay, I will sit down for you and you can try and
hypnotize me, which you won't be able to do, and if you
can't then you convince the director to push all my call
times back till noon," Calista cockily offered.
"I accept your challenge and I guarantee you that in a
matter of moments you will be yet another of my willing
slaves," Dave replied.
"Uh, Dave I'm not quite comfortable with the term
'willing slave,'" Peter said as Calista got into the
chair, a confident grin crossing her face.
"Wait a minute," Portia interjected, "What should we
make her do?"
"Oooh, I've got an idea, make her take her clothes off,"
Greg suggested which was followed by a sharp "OW!" when
Courtney punched him in the arm, hard.
"Thanks Courtney," Calista said, "Okay Dave, do your
worst."
Dave then withdrew a pocket watch, dangling off a gold
chain.
"Oh no, not that corny old method," Calista sighed.
"Some times old methods are the best," Dave replied as
he began to slowly swing the watch back and forth in
front of Calista, "Look at the watch, Calista look at it
as it moves slowly, back and forth, back and forth."
"This isn't working," Calista declared, more positive
than ever that this would never work.
"Just concentrate for a second Calista," Dave said, his
voice soft, smooth, and inviting, "Look at the center of
the watch where the hands meet, can you see the center?"
"Yes," Calista said, she really could see the center of
the watch so she figured she might as well humor the
guy. She locked her eyes onto the center and followed it
as the watch continued to sway in front of her.
"Keep following that center," Dave instructed, "No
matter where the watch goes you cannot take your eyes
off of it. I want you to start relaxing your body from
your feet to your head, but continue to follow the
center."
Calista actually did begin to feel her body relaxing,
though she chalked that up to the early hour and the
power of suggestion. Her eyes remained locked on the
center and every time she tried to draw her attention
away from it, she found herself unable to.
"That's right, Calista you cannot look away from the
center," Dave said, his voice growing softer, "Feel
yourself being drawn into it, it's all that matters.
Everything else means nothing, you can just feel your
worries drifting away because it is so relaxing to look
at the center. You can even fall asleep if you want, a
nice restful sleep."
At this point Calista did begin to feel a little sleepy,
she wanted to close her eyes so badly, but she couldn't
take her eyes away the center. Dave was right, it did
feel good to follow it as it went back and forth before
her eyes. It was so relaxing. A fog was beginning to
envelop Calista's mind and soon she could no longer
comprehend what Dave was telling her. She could feel her
eyelids growing heavy and she began losing all will to
resist. Her eyelids began to drop and...
"Wow! I guess you were right, Calista," Dave said as the
actress snapped back to reality, "You can't be
hypnotized."
"I knew I couldn't," Calista replied, her voice still
full of confidence. But inside she wasn't so sure. She
really couldn't remember anything that happened after
Dave started waving the watch in her face but if he said
he hadn't hypnotized her then why should she doubt him.
"You're no fun," Courtney complained as everyone began
to disperse.
"I happen to be plenty of fun," Calista replied, "I also
just happen to have an unbreakable will."
"Would you mind loaning it to me one day?" Courtney
asked.
"Sorry, you're going to have to rent it," Calista said
before they began laughing. They walked toward the
makeup rooms, so Calista was unable to see Dave as he
placed the watch back in his pocket, a wide grin
crossing his face.
Later that night, Calista was unable to sleep. Usually
she slept like a baby, but not tonight. Instead she
tossed and turned for what seemed like hours. She just
couldn't get into a comfort zone.
Then when she finally did doze off, the phone by her
bedside suddenly began to ring. Calista was jolted out
of her sleep and angrily lunged for the phone.
"Hello," she said in an exasperated tone.
"It's nap time Calista," Dave's voice said from the
other end, and as soon as he said it, Calista's eyes
glazed over and her body immediately relaxed.
"Can you hear me Calista?" Dave asked.
"Yes master," Calista replied, her voice lulled by the
trance.
"Hang up the phone and open the front gate of your
house," Dave commanded, "Then open your front door and
wait for me."
"I understand," Calista replied before going off to
follow Dave's orders.
Outside the house, Dave exited his car as he saw the
gate opening. Everything had gone perfectly. At first he
had only planned to do to Calista what he'd done to the
others. But she'd irked him with her "I can't be
hypnotized" attitude, so he'd decided to do something a
little extra. Giving her a late call time was worth it
for what he had planned.
The trick was to hypnotize Calista without anyone
noticing it. He had never put anyone in a trance that
deep before and he wasn't sure it was going to work. But
as he walked through the open door and saw an entranced
Calista waiting for his next command, he knew it had
indeed worked.
Dave closed the door behind him, his cock growing hard
as he stared at Calista. She was standing in her
nightgown and staring vacantly ahead. She was completely
his to command and it was driving him wild.
Now it was time to see if those subtle commands he had
given her that morning had taken hold.
"Who am I, Calista?" Dave asked.
"My master," she answered.
"And what do you want to do for me?"
"I want to fuck you," Calista replied, a lustful tinge
growing in her voice.
"Well we can't do that with you wearing all those
clothes," Dave observed, "Why don't you just take them
off?"
Calista then pushed the straps of her nightgown off of
her shoulders and it fell to the ground in a puddle of
silk. The actress then pushed down her panties exposing
her sparse brown tuft to her master.
"Do I please you?" Calista asked innocently, but
lustfully.
"Very much so," Dave answered, his cock straining to be
free of the prison of his clothes, "Take me to your bed
room."
"Yes master," Calista replied before leading Dave
upstairs. As soon as they reached the room she lay
herself on the bed as Dave quickly rid himself of his
clothes.
"You know what you want to do," Dave said as he
approached the bed. Calista then got off the bed and
took Dave's cock in her mouth. He immediately began to
moan in approval as Calista sucked him, this was truly
his finest moment as a hypnotist. The commands had been
so subtle, yet it was all working right.
He'd have to try this more often he thought as Calista
wrapped her hands on his ass to draw him in further.
Finally Dave couldn't wait anymore, he had to have
Calista's pussy.
He picked her up off her knees and lay on top of her,
his cock sliding in with ease. He had commanded Calista
to be a little bit turned on by sucking his cock and was
happy to see that her own libido had done the rest. In
his experiences Dave had found that many women ended up
enjoying this on a subconscious level far more than he
could ever anticipate.
As Dave continued to pump into Calista he began
massaging her firm breasts, causing her to begin
groaning. Their lips locked in a kiss as their bodies
began to merge into one. They quickly got into a rhythm
and were streaking toward orgasm. But there was one
little command that Dave still had left to give.
It was a bit immature Dave reasoned, but he had still
always gotten off on women talking dirty. It always gave
him the idea that they wanted it as badly as he did.
Women always claimed to have bigger sex drives then men,
but Dave didn't think they showed it enough. Anyway with
a girl as shy and reserved as Calista it made him want
to hear it even more.
"Speak Calista," Dave groaned, triggering the last
command he had for her.
"Oooh fuck me," Calista began to moan loudly, "I want to
feel that big cock deep inside my pussy! Fuck my hot
cunt, make me come! Oh God you make my pussy so wet!"
This pushed Dave over the edge and with another loud
groan he came, his body tensing up in that very
pleasurable way. Dave's orgasm also set Calista's in
motion and her moans turned to screams.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me hard! That feels so good! Fuck my wet
pussy! I love it!" the actress screamed as her orgasm
ripped through. Soon they both lay on the bed covered in
sweat and the after glow of sex.
"Sleep now Calista," Dave commanded and she immediately
began to doze again. It had worked out great, but Dave
still wasn't satisfied. He would of course snap Calista
back to herself in the morning. One night of passion was
one thing, but keeping her as a mindless slut was not
something he was keen on doing. There had to be some
limits.
But then all of a sudden Dave decided to not end things
quite yet. There was one more thing he wanted to try.
Perhaps he should invite over a guest for him and
Calista to share for a bit.
He then reached over the sleeping Calista and picked up
her phone. Dave began to grin as he dialed Courtney
Thorne Smith's number. He wondered how well the subtle
commands he'd left her with had taken hold. He'd know in
a minute...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway 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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