1 comments/ 72074 views/ 2 favorites Feels Like the First Time By: clsc69vette This is a story modeled after an experience I very much enjoyed, I hope you enjoy it too. Let me know what you think, I appreciate feedback and constructive criticism. ***** Shauna was the kind of women who shared her skills and talents with all who asked it of her. She neglected herself often in her giving to others. Especially when the asking was from those close to her. It was easy to give but not so easy to get what she needed. She had been raised to please others and not to heed her own desires, and she had lived that way for a long time. She had let go of this notion when she was in college and in doing so found the pleasures of having men want her. Using her sex appeal as a vice to get the things she wanted. They looked at her and getting her in bed was their main drive and she used that to her advantage. She liked having that control because it was the first time she was the one getting. Then she met her husband. He knew she was the one but it took her time to find those feelings for him. When she did they where married and over time she started to live the life she thought she had let go of forever. She gave of herself to his ever need, want, and desire but that left little room for her self. Shauna was being consumed by him and his demands on her. He dictated her life to her and limited her activities. She lost so many friends because of him. Her mother kept telling her that that was unimportant; his happiness was what was. So she was the perfect wife. She was becoming a woman she hated and didn’t like very much. His attentions were for his gratification alone and she withered under his touch. She remembered when sex was fulfilling and purely pleasurable. She longed for that again. They moved once again. She lost what few friends she did have and he left her alone in a strange place and again limited her contact with others. She had a few people she spent time with but over time the Internet became her friend. She met many different people who touched different parts of her. Wes was one of those people. He saw the person she longed to be again. He cultivated many desires in her. He also sparked in her a desire for submission for pleasure sake. She knew how to submit, she had been doing that regularly for many years now, but this was different. When they talked she wanted his pleasure to be her own. She wanted to know what it was like to give yourself to another for their pleasure as well as her own. They planned and found a way to meet. She was nervous as she drove but the excitement within her pushed the nervous feelings deep down. The closer she got to him the more her passion rose. She pulled up in front of the restaurant he had designated as their meeting place. She took her panties off before she got out of the car. She was to be naked beneath her skirt. She felt the cool air hit her as she stepped out of the van. She was walking toward the door when she heard his voice. This time “Hello Darlin’ “ sent quivers down her spine and brought moisture between her legs. She turned to face him for the first time and smiled. She had been waiting for this for a long time. They went in and sat down. The conversation was light and when he looked at her she dropped her eyes out of the fear of him seeing just how much she wanted this. He smiled at her and gave her directions, which she followed with pleasure. She played with herself at his request and when he asked to taste she gave him her fingers which he took into his mouth locking eyes with her as he had his first taste of her passion. She closed her eyes and savored the sensation of his tongue on her fingers, imagining what it would feel like between her legs. She was getting wet as these thoughts filled her head. She blushed deeply and apologized to him for this indiscretion. He had not told her she could get wet. His eyes became wide and he stood quickly pulling her with him. He paid the bill and told her to follow him. The hotel was not far away. The room was just the right temperature. He sat in a large chair that was facing the bed. She was ready to sit down when he told her to get undressed, slowly. She did as she was told. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and allowed it to fall to the floor as she took a step closer to him. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall as she let it go. She moved to unhook her bra when he told her to turn around. As she unhooked her bra she felt his hands run over her ass. She stepped back toward him and at the same time let her bra fall. He pulled her to him and eyed her up and down seeming please with what he saw. He pulled her over his lap her arms and legs dangling and talked to her in a very soothing voice. She didn’t expect the first strike and she screamed more in shock than in pain. He explained that she was not to do that again. She shook her head in understanding as his hand hit her bottom again. She tried to compose herself but the contact of his hand on her ass was a bit much and she squirmed on his lap. The more she squirmed the more she could feel him. He was getting hard and his cock felt good to her. He ran his finger down the crack of her ass to her pussy, which was wet. He smiled. He pulled her up and told her to lie on the bed. This was what she wanted… for him to take her. He told her to play with herself making sure that he could see all she was doing. She closed her eyes and imagined his hands on her as she rubbed her clit and slid her fingers into her soft lips. She ran her fingers over her lips and down between them. She moaned softly as the sensation was building in her. She spread her legs further apart and ran her other hand over her body. Her back slowly arched and her eyes closed. She was not expecting what came next but she should have. The ice cube began to melt almost immediately upon his pushing it into her warm pussy. The one he pushed into her ass was harder to hold but she did hold it as he told her to. She stopped all movement in order to concentrate on the task at hand. The ice was something he had instructed her to use many times before in their chats and phone conversations. They still sent chills through her body as they melted. She just lay there, eyes closed…waiting for whatever was to come next. She felt the heat from his body before she felt him. She opened her eyes and came face to face with his cock. She had been admiring it for sometime now and smiled as she realized she was finally going to get to taste him. She looked up at him and stuck her tongue out. He moved in closer and she began to show him her appreciation for this time they had to spend together. She took him into her mouth and run her tongue all over savoring him. She liked it. She sucked on him till she heard him moan and that fueled her desire to have this be one thing he would not soon forget. She sucked and licked him like a babe suckles its mother’s breast, and enjoyed every moment. He pulled away from her and in shock she looked up at him. He positioned himself between her legs. She closed her eyes and soft whispered “Yes”. He buried his head between her legs, which was not what she was expecting but very good none the less. He didn’t touch her clit at all. He licked and sucked all around her sweet lips but not once did he touch her clit. And when she didn’t think she could stand it anymore he licked her clit and she cam so hard it surprised her. He then moved up on her and as she spread her legs she felt the pressure of his cock at her opening. This was going to be good…she knew it. As he pushed into her she gasped as she felt his cock spread her open. She grabbed hold of him and prayed she could handle all of him. He slid in slowly. It felt so good. He fit perfectly. His thrusts were slow at first as she adjusted to him. She tightened her muscles for him and smiled to herself as he moaned softly. She could feel him inside her so snug. He took her and did not rush in doing so. Long strokes. Feeling every inch as he pushed into her time and time again. She wrapped her legs in his and moved her hips with his. She could feel things within her building. As he reached for her leg and pulled it up she gasped once more as he got deep in her. This was all she had wanted…and more. He looked at her and kissed her deeply. He pulled away from her and sat up on his knees. Watching as his cock disappeared in her. He pulled out slowly and told her to roll over. She had wondered if he was going to take her ass or not. She should have known he would. He ran his hands over her ass. He waited. It took her a minute to figure out why he had not taken her and then it dawned on her. She leaned forward and rested on her shoulders. She reached back with both hands and spread her ass cheeks for him. Exposing her tight hole to him. She looked back over her shoulder and licking her lips told him to take her. It had been so long since she had a cock in her ass that the anticipation was driving her crazy. She closed her eyes and leaned back slowly saying please. She felt his cock touch her and whispered softly “yes”. But he didn’t. She began begging, then pleading. He still waited and teased her by running his cock over her ass and over her hole. She began moaning and moving her ass around trying to entice him in. And just when she was on the verge of giving up she felt the pressure of him pushing against her tight hole. She pushed back and cried out as he stretched her and her ass engulfed the head of his cock. It was so tight that it reminded her of the first time. The first time had been filled with that pain that paralleled pleasure just as it did now. He had told her that the ice would tighten all those muscles up and that coupled with the fact that it had not been touched in more than a few years. He took her slowly allowing her ass to adjust to the thickness of him. He knew just what she needed and he was giving it to her. He told her he would make it all worth while and he was keeping that promise. He took her, getting harder. Deep long strokes. She was on the verge of exploding from all the sensations she was feeling at that one moment when he told her not to cum yet. She swallowed hard and tried to do as she was told. She closed her eyes tight and concentrated. The sensation of his thrusting was becoming more than she could handle. When his movement became more insistent she began bracing herself and begging him to let her cum. She was to the point of screaming when he finally said yes. The release came for them both. He moaned as he filled her with his cum and she screamed in total sexual release. He had told her that she was his and would always do as he told her but she had doubted that until now. She realized at that point that she would forever be his and his alone. Feels Like The First Time Mark made his way through the crowd at Hartsfield International, wanting to get to his gate as quickly as possible. It was not a case of wanting to be early to his flight, actually, he was pretty sure that if he got through security, he would be less likely to change his mind and go home. For weeks, he had dreamed about this moment, wondering what it would be like. He was flying to Cleveland to meet a woman he had never seen in person, had never talked to other than on the computer and on the phone. His daydreams about this moment were full of lust and desire, but at this moment, he couldn't get over the nervous, nauseous feeling overcoming him. "I must be insane to be doing this," he thought as the usual unpleasant security agent rummaged through his carry on. "Or, I was drunk when I agreed to go." He shook his head as he gathered his belongings and headed to the gate. It was not as if he didn't know the woman. As a matter of fact, Mark felt closer to Kim than he had to his own wife. They had met, of course, in some stupid chat room, (it wasn't even a sex room) almost 2 years ago. They hit it off almost immediately. She was funny, smart and playful. She seemed to enjoy talking to him and they both felt they could talk about anything to the other. She would talk about her search for a good man in her life and he would tell her about his rapidly failing marriage. The more he talked to her, the more Mark found himself attracted to her. And the more that they talked, the more they found themselves talking about sex. At first, they talked about what they liked but it soon evolved into what they desired, what they fantasized about. They began to talk about the two of them together, what they would want to do to the other. For over a year and half it was just that, talk. Then Mark got divorced, and now he was free to actually meet with the woman he was falling in love with. The flight to Cleveland was uneventful, other than the need to drink 2 beers to calm his nerves. As he left the aircraft after landing, he began searching for Kim in the crowd by the security gate. His heart swelled when he saw her. 5' 5", red hair with a nice body, the kind that is built for comfort not built for speed. He had always liked real women, women with some weight on them. She smiled and waved when she saw him, and stood waiting, looking as nervous as he felt, for him to walk up. He didn't say a word as he approached, he just looked in her eyes, the nervousness gone, and kissed her. Kissed her like he had never kissed a woman before in his life. He could feel the desire burn through him, the need to have her in his arms. "Well I am glad to see you too!!" She said as she smiled at him. "I am sorry for that, I don't know what came over me I just needed to kiss you". "Not a problem. Let's get your luggage and go get something to eat." She suggested. After picking up the luggage, they went to her car and drove to a restaurant near the airport. The nervousness between them seemed to have melted away as they had a few drinks and talked. As they talked, Kim moved her hand on to Mark's thigh. Slowly she ran her fingernails over his inner thigh. He could feel his cock stiffen from her touch. He looked at her, she had a smile on her lips and said " Why don't we go home? I have something that needs your attention." They drove to Kim's apartment; he waited for her to open the door. As they walked inside Kim turned to him and kissed him, their tongues swirling around each other's mouth. His hands went to her waist holding him to her as kissed down her neck. Kim moved her hands down Mark's sides, her breathing heavy, she moved to the front of his jeans pulling at his belt. He looked at her in surprise, "Do you want me to stop?" She asked. "Or do you want me to suck your dick?" He said nothing, just watched as she undid his belt, unzipped his jeans and pulled out his throbbing cock. She looked up at him and smiled as she slowly sucked the head of it into her mouth. Slowly she worked her tongue around the head, pulling his cock deeper into her mouth. Mark moaned as she took him deeper and deeper into her mouth. Her hands squeezed his balls as his hands ran through her auburn hair. Mark could feel the cum building up in him as Kim sucked him faster and faster. She grabbed his ass and pistoned his dick into her hot wet mouth. "I am going to cum, Oh God!! I am going to cum!!" She sucked him down all of the way as he squirted his cum deep in her throat and in her mouth. Much of it was dripping off of her lips as his dick slid out of her mouth. He was speechless. He had never had a blowjob like that before in his life. He picked her up into his arms and they kissed. A big wet sloppy kiss, his cum going from her mouth to his. He could feel her need in her kiss, the way she pressed her breasts against him. She led him into her bedroom, the light fading from the day, and stood in front of him. Mark slid out of his jeans and pulled off his shirt. Slowly he kissed her again. His hands down her back, over the swell of her ass. Kissing her neck, he began to pull her shirt off. He wanted to please her; he wanted to make her feel like she just made him feel. She undid her bra as soon as her shirt was coming off, her breasts popping out of their constraint. His tongue sliding down her neck, going over the rise of her tits until he found her nipples. Mark licked his way around Kim's hard, dark nipples. Her breath catching every time he lingered on them. He sucked them into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them. Kim eased back on the bed, lying flat on her back. She moaned as Mark kissed down her breasts, down her stomach, kissing around her navel, he slowly pushed her pants down her legs. He got on his knees before her, spreading her legs, kissing her thighs. Her pussy was swollen and red, the lips opening slightly. His tongue slid along her inner thing, moving toward her wet slit. Mark worked his tongue inside of her lips, sliding up and down the length of them. He worked his way up to her swollen clit, circling it before sucking it into his mouth. Kim's breath caught with each lick at her swollen bud. "Oh yes baby, oh yes... more Oh God!! More." Kim hissed at him. Her hands were running through his hair as ate her, she pulled her legs apart as far as they would go, hoping he would go deeper with his tongue. Mark started to suck her clit, hard...rubbing his teeth against it. Driving Kim closer and closer to the edge. He slid two fingers into her drenched pussy, and began to slide them in and out while he licked her clit. "Oh God!! Oh God!! I'm Cumming..." She screamed. Kim's legs relaxed as the waves of orgasm finally subsided. Mark gently kissed the top her mound and looked up at her. "I hope you enjoyed that." He said with smile. She let out a little laugh " Couldn't you tell?" Mark moved up onto the bed with her and pulled her into his arms. Kim ran her hands down his leg and grabbed his half hard cock. "I have had all of this fun and I haven't even had this in me yet!" "Well, it is all yours" he laughed. His cock began to stiffen as she massaged his balls. She whispered in his ear " I want you to fuck me Mark. I want you to fuck me now!" She pushed onto his back and slid his cock inside her warm, wet pussy. Kim started slowly moving up and down on his dick, slowly at first then slowly gaining speed, her breasts swaying with her rhythm. She began to grind her clit against his pelvic bone, moaning each time she did. Mark pushed against her, trying to grind into her even harder. Kim began to clench her pussy around Mark's hard cock. It felt like she was trying to milk him. He could tell she was close, could tell she was about to cum. He reached up and gently pinched her nipples. "Harder!" She said "Pinch my nipples hard!!" Mark pinched them as hard as he could, Kim let out a moan and her pussy grabbed Mark's cock for all it was worth. "Yes!! Uh yes!!" she grunted. It felt like his lap was soaked from her orgasm as he fell down on top of him. He held her in her arms for sometime, letting her breathing come back to normal. She finally looked up at him with a sheepish looking smile and said "Now we need to do something about you." Kim slid off of Mark's dick, and knowing this is what he wanted, go on all fours on the bed. "I want you to fuck me from behind and cum all in my pussy" Mark was eager to please, and got on his knees behind her. His dick practically fell inside of her because of all the wetness there. He made no pretenses about what he was there for and began to bang her pussy with his cock with no mercy. "Don't you want to cum in me Mark? " she said to him. "Cum in my pussy Mark!!" She said again. He could feel the cum building in his balls, he knew that he had to cum in her, knew that he wanted to give her his sperm. He could feel his cock about to erupt, he was so close. "I want you to make me pregnant, give me a baby Mark!!" Kim yelled. With that, Mark shot what felt like a gallon of his cum deep inside of her. She had known that would set him off, making her pregnant and now it may have just happened. Feels Like the First Time "Um...hi," John said. Perhaps not the most articulate of beginnings, but John felt like his brain had just dried up. Despite having exchanged dozens of emails and hundreds of instant messages, this was the first time he'd ever spoken with Deanna 'live', and he had to admit, he'd felt a rush of nervousness when the phone rang. Somehow, the thought of voice-to-voice contact felt more...intimate, in a way that made him worry that he was maybe investing too much into just one phone call. He couldn't tell if Deanna felt the same way about him that he did about her, and his instincts for such things weren't good. Better to play it cool. But not too cool, or she'd get the signal that he wasn't interested in her. Just...just... Just stop freaking out and talk to her, his hindbrain replied. "Hi," Deanna said. Her voice was absolutely gorgeous. Soft and breathy, with a tiny sparkle of humor to it like sunlight rippling on a mountain stream. 'Sunlight rippling on a mountain stream'? his hindbrain kibitzed. Oh, boy. Crush alert! "It's good to finally hear your voice," he said, sitting down on the bed. "I mean, when I suggested you call, I wasn't sure..." He trailed off, too nervous to finish the sentence. "I'm just glad you trust me with your phone number," Deanna said with a grin in her voice. He could picture her smiling as she said it, and something about the mental image gave him a warm surge of happiness. "You seem like a very trustworthy person," he said lightly. On thinking about it, though, she really did. Deanna just seemed so open; from the moment she sent him that first email, commenting on a story he'd written, he'd felt absolutely certain that he could trust her. He'd never even had the nerve to exchange pictures with a girl online before, and within two weeks, not only had she gotten him to do that, he'd given her his phone number, his real name, and agreed to attend a convention with her in a few months. And all without her even using...he blushed, even though there was nobody else in the room. "Thank you," she said, just a little bit shyly. "So, we were talking about hypnosis?" "Um...yeah." John leaned back into his pillow, feeling more than a little shy himself. "I mean, I know it works. I've done it over text, and I've listened to recordings, but I don't think that's really quite the same." "Have you heard any of my recordings?" Deanna asked. "No," he said. "I didn't know you'd done any." John hoped he hadn't just stuck his foot into his mouth. It was times like this that he felt like there was still so much he didn't know about Deanna. "There are a few floating around," she said, "but it's not too surprising that you haven't spotted them. I thought you might have, though. I meet a lot of people who've been trancing for years to my voice before they ever met me." She giggled. "They usually drop pretty quickly." John squirmed, just a little. It wasn't that Deanna didn't know he had a fetish about hypnosis-she'd be hard-pressed not to, after reading some of the stories he'd written. But there was a big difference between knowing it and wanting to indulge it. John didn't want to press her into anything she wasn't ready to give. So he just settled for saying, "Oh." After a moment, he added, "That must have been fun to see." "Definitely," Deanna said in a tone that reminded him that she had, after all, met him through reading hypno-fetish porn. "So, did you want to try it? Are you alone right now?" "Sure," John responded, a little unsteadily. "I'm in my room, I won't be disturbed for a while. How do we, um...start?" Just keep calm, he reminded himself. This was just simple, recreational hypnosis, that was all, an offer from a girl that you're good friends with (and want to be more) for a calming, relaxing trance (and don't think about how aroused you're getting) just for fun (sex is fun, right?) "Well, I'd like to start by asking you a few questions about your style of processing information," Deanna responded. "Are you visual, auditory or kinesthetic?" "I..." John could pick up what the terms meant from context, but he'd never heard about this before. "I don't know. How do I tell?" "Well," Deanna said, "when you read a book, do you hear the words in your head, maybe? Or do you see what's happening, like a movie playing in your mind's eye?" John didn't even need to think about that one. "I see it happening." "OK," Deanna said. "Then you're probably visual. You probably have a very good imagination, and you can picture things in your mind very easily. I want you to go ahead and get comfortable, and imagine a spiral for me, John. Just imagine a spiral spinning on the ceiling, and watch it as it turns. Can you do that?" John looked up at the ceiling, trying to picture a spiral projected onto the white paint. "Yes," he said. He imagined it gently turning, just like the spiral he'd seen on the website that first got him interested in hypnosis. He tried not to think about how excited he'd gotten, listening to the recorded induction and actually feeling himself go into a hypnotic trance. "Very good," Deanna said. Her voice had changed slightly, become deeper and throatier. Instead of being bubbly and light, it came out as stroking, soothing. "Just imagine that spiral, turning around and around. Focus all of your attention on the spiral, and just let your body relax a little. You can very easily just keep listening to my voice, relaxing and imagining the spiral as it draws your attention in." "Uh-huh," John said. The spiral really did seem to get more vivid in his imagination as Deanna spoke, going from just being a construct of his imagination to almost seeming real before his eyes. "Very good," Deanna replied, and John felt a warm glow of pleasure at the soft and gentle praise in her voice. "Just keep watching the spiral and focus on your breathing, let it slow down, taking slow, deep breaths as you relax deeper and deeper." John didn't know quite what to say when Deanna paused, but he felt like he had to say something just to let her know he was listening. But he couldn't think of a thing. He settled for repeating her own words back to her. "Deeper," he said, and the quiet, sleepy tone of his own voice astonished him. "Very good," she said again. John enjoyed knowing she was happy with him...he tried not to think about that. This wasn't about sex, or submission, or any of that. Deanna might not even be interested in him that way. It wouldn't be fair to...to...her voice drove the rest of his train of thought right out of his head. "Just imagine your whole body relaxing now, your arms and legs feeling heavy and sinking down, resting loose and easy as you listen to my voice." "uh-huh," John sighed out. The spiral seemed so real to him now, and John realized almost with a start that he'd closed his eyes without even noticing. He'd been trying to keep them open, because Deanna had told him to look at the ceiling (and he'd wanted to do what she told him to do, he'd been craving that almost from the moment they started chatting, but Deanna might not be dominant the way he was submissive, and he couldn't, shouldn't, mustn't...) "Very, very good." Deanna's voice felt tangible now, like she was stroking it across his forehead and soothing him with her words. "Just go ahead, relax and sink deeper, and you know you're hypnotized now, and that's alright. That's what you wanted, that's what I wanted. It's okay to relax like this. It feels good to relax, and sink deeper." "deeper," John responded, and the part of him that he was trying not to let out shivered at just how good it felt to respond instead of reply. Part of him exulted at the knowledge that this was easy, that he was good at this, that he was a natural hypnotic subject. Trance was so simple to find, once you learned how. (Once Deanna took you there, his libido said...and you wanted to be taken...) "That's right, deeper and deeper, now." John sighed out a deep, slow breath, his body completely limp and relaxed (all except for one part of him.) "Tell me something you need me to know." "...i..." John shifted a little, trying to ignore his stiff cock pressing against his shorts. He couldn't tell her that. But she'd told him to tell her something he needed her to know... They hadn't talked about any kind of sexual relationship, he didn't know if she'd be interested or repulsed or even angry. But she'd told him to tell her something she needed to know. She had told him. And he wanted to do what she said, he wanted that so badly, he'd missed it so much for so long, ever since he'd first discovered he was submissive, with a different girl so long ago...and he was deep in trance now, and weren't hypnotized people supposed to be more susceptible to suggestions? To commands? Just the thought of that word, 'command', echoing through his foggy brain, pushed him over the edge. "i'm very aroused right now, Deanna," he husked out. There was a barely perceptible pause. "That's alright," she said, and John could hear the genuine joy in her voice. He felt something melt inside him, then, knowing that he didn't have to hold that part of himself back anymore. He knew he didn't have to be embarrassed or ashamed, and he felt himself relax even more as Deanna said, "You can just let yourself feel that, and know that it's alright to feel that way. You're very happy when you're this relaxed, you enjoy listening to my voice, and it's okay to let those feelings make you aroused." John sighed softly, his cock now even harder. He wanted to pull it out of his shorts, wanted to stroke it, but he felt strangely passive. No, not strange at all, honestly. He was in trance, deeply hypnotized and relaxing deeper and deeper with every breath, and of course it was only natural that he needed to wait to be commanded before he could stroke. But how... "Tell me something you need me to know," Deanna said again. "want to stroke myself," John said softly, his voice thick with need. He could picture Deanna on the other end of the line, picture her smile as she said, "Then go ahead." Without even needing to open his eyes, he reached into the drawer of the end table next to his bed and took out a tube of lubricant. John felt like his hands were moving in slow motion as he pulled his shorts down just enough to let his aching cock free from its confinement. Squirting a dollop of lube into his hand, he began to stroke slowly, gently up and down the shaft of his cock. He didn't say anything, but Deanna must have heard the change in his breathing, because she said, "Very good, John. You're so deeply hypnotized now, hypnotized and aroused and you can feel that arousal building for me, can't you?" "yessss," he gasped out, his breath no longer slow but now panting, matching the pace of his stroking as he pumped helplessly at his own cock. "Very good, very very good, just let that arousal, that orgasm build inside you, feel it swelling as you stroke yourself for me," and oh, it felt so good to know that he was stroking herself for her, and to know that she knew it too, "let yourself go deeper and deeper as you stroke harder and harder, feeling so very good as you listen to my voice and let the pleasure build." "nnnh..." John wanted to hold on, wanted to stay in this warm, wonderful place forever, but it was so hard-it felt like everything he'd ever imagined, every dream and sexual fantasy he'd ever had was all coming true in that moment under Deanna's warm, soothing, caressing voice and all he could do was just helplessly stroke as the pleasure overflowed, smashing through him in a single culminating burst of orgasmic delight. "cumming," he gasped out, his voice soft and high as he squirted out his pleasure all over his hand. For a moment, John was embarrassed at how quickly he'd become aroused, how quickly he'd begged to stroke, and how easily he'd cum. He felt slightly ashamed at how little self-control he had when Deanna's voice stroked him, but her soft, gentle tones stroked away his shame. "Very good," she said, and John could hear the utter sincerity in her voice. "I'm very happy with you, John. I want you to just rest for a moment, feeling that warm pleasure of the afterglow for a little while. In a moment, I'm going to count to five, and you're going to wake up, but for now, let's just stay here a little while longer." John murmured a sleepy assent, and it seemed like he drifted for a long timeless moment before he heard Deanna say, "One, feeling yourself beginning to wake. Two, starting to come up now, becoming more aware of yourself. Three, feeling your fingers and toes wriggle a little, as you hear four, eyes beginning to open now, and...five. Wake up." John was suddenly acutely aware of the sticky mess all over his groin and stomach. He reached into the hamper for a towel and began to mop himself off, stammering out, "I'm, um...I'm sorry if I, if I, I mean, I didn't mean to, it was just..." Deanna laughed, but it didn't sound cruel coming from her. It sounded sympathetic. "It's alright, John. You don't need to apologize. A lot of people find hypnosis erotic. I enjoyed it too." John let out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding. "Thank you," he said softly. "I'm glad that my first time being hypnotized was with you." Deanna said, "And I'm glad I could be the first person to hypnotize you, John. I enjoyed that a lot." John blushed again, glad Deanna couldn't see it. "I've enjoyed every time since, too." John furrowed his brow in confusion. "Huh? What do you mean, 'every time'-" "Six. Really wake up, John." John blinked. "Oh," he said in sudden, dawning awareness. He rolled off the bed on slightly shaky legs, pulling his shorts back up as he headed into the living room. "That was...that was weird," he said. Deanna pushed the 'END' button on her cell phone and sat up on the couch. "Which part?" John shook his head in amazement. "Looking back? All of it. I swear, I had absolutely no idea we'd ever met face to face before, let alone that you'd ever hypnotized me." "Sounds like a successful test, then," Deanna said with an impish grin. "Next time, I think I want to be in the same room with you. Just put in a suggestion that you think you're alone and my voice is coming from the telephone, and off we go. But I definitely want to see you stroke yourself for me." John shivered in delight. That was the best thing about hypnosis, he thought. The possibilities were limited only by your imagination. And Deanna had a wonderful imagination. THE END