0 comments/ 276726 views/ 12 favorites Under His Spell By: Bill Stevenson As long as Patrick could remember he had the power, well at least as far back as eight years old anyway. For about eighteen years now, with no real rhyme or reason, Patrick has somehow acquired the power to put people into deep hypnotic trances. And even more extraordinary, he could have them do his bidding, and wake up totally unaware of any of the activities they may have taken part in! Even at a very young age, he instinctively knew not to let on the secret of his new found powers. It was as if he thought that maybe his teachers or parents would take it away from him, and this he could not abide, as he was not one of the popular "in crowd", but a veritable loner who spent most of his time playing by himself. If he was blessed with something no other child had, well then, that was fine with him! The first time was with his own mother of all people! She was reading him a story when their eyes met, and right away, even at that young age, he could see that she instantly went into a trance like state that didn't go away until he allowed it to. He quickly began experimenting with his friends, with the same result, that a blank far away look. He also discovered that no one had any recollection of having been under his spell! When Patrick was alone with someone, it wasn't at all unusual for him to order his subject to do small insignificant tasks just to watch them do it. When he reached his teens, he routinely watched his female friends going to the bathroom, or changing their clothing with no hint that he was even in the room! This went on for several more years, until he reached his eighteenth birthday, a milestone so to speak, in his quest for more erotic adventures! He decided that he would try his power on a total stranger, someone who would not know him in case anything went wrong! His subject turned out being a thirty five year old house wife who was struggling to carry several bags of heavy groceries into her house. Patrick happened to be walking by and offered to carry them inside for her. Giving him a fast once over, she thanked him and told him to put them on the kitchen counter. Once inside, she offered him a cold glass of lemonade, which he eagerly accepted. It was now or never, so when she turned back from the fridge with their drinks, he locked his eyes on hers, and immediately the blank no seeing stare covered her face. Nervously looking around, Patrick looked at her and ordered, "Put down the glasses, come over to me, unzip my pants, and suck my penis to completion!" To his utter amazement, this total stranger, almost twenty years his senior, walked over, dropped to her knees, unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and took it into her mouth and sucked him off!!! After blowing his load down her throat, Patrick ordered her so stand up and serve the lemonade. After both of them had drunk about half a glass, Patrick had her wake up. This was the real moment of truth, because if she remembered, he would have to take off like a scared rabbit, but if she was a blank, he was in like flint!!! He waited anxiously, looking for any tell tale reaction that might give him a hint that she was trying to figure what had just transpired. Instead, she just smiled, thanked him for helping her with the groceries, and asked him if he wanted anymore lemonade? "Uh, no thanks," he replied, "I have to be going, I've got homework to do!" Homework indeed!!! Patrick fairly sailed home he was so ecstatic with his little experiment! He made plans to try it again tomorrow, because like any good scientist, you had to check and double check your data!!! Now twenty six years old, Patrick was somewhat of an expert on having women do his bidding sexually! He brazenly took all sorts of chances, as much for the adventure of it all, as well as the sexual satisfaction. What really turned him on wasn't necessarily the most beautiful women either, because they were just as available to him as "plain janes". What stirred his drink, was having women who were, shall we say, unreachable!!! Like last week for instance, at the mall, Patrick saw a young woman with three mall children and her husband. They were shopping together, having a good time, occasionally giving each other a hug or kiss. It was obvious that they were very much in love, and totally devoted to each other. Patrick decided he wanted her, but would have to wait until they were separated. Finally the husband went into a toy store with the kids, and mom went off to do a little personal shopping, where Patrick followed at a safe distance, and tailed her into a clothing store. In the rear of the store they were both isolated from the rest of the customers and sales help. Patrick acted as if he was looking at a pair of shorts, when his eyes made contact with the young wife. As soon as he was sure that she was "under", he pulled out his cock and told her to jack it off for him. She nodded dumbly, and then proceeded to give him a nice hand job back amongst the dresses. He gave her a thirty second wake up call, giving him ample time to get out of the store, while leaving her there to wake up with a fist full of cum!!! While that might seem a little on the cruel side, Patrick loved playing even more exotic tricks on his unsuspecting victims. Once at a party, he caught the eye of the hostess, and whispered that she was to go into the bedroom, lay down of the bed, call everyone in, and masturbate for them, not waking up until she heard the words "oh my god!". Needless to say, it didn't take long for someone to say "oh my god!", and she woke up with her fingers buried deep in her pussy, and ten people watching her do the nasty in front of them all! You wanna talk about screaming, she went nuts!!! Patrick just sat back and laughed with everyone else, and no one was the wiser! Ever been alone on an elevator with a buxom blonde and wondered what her bra looked like? Sure, we all have! One of Patrick's favorite pass times is to ask women to unbutton their blouses and show him their tits. Easy! Quick! Erotic! After a good look, just ask them to button back up and get off at the next stop. No fuss, or muss!!! Patrick worked as an insurance adjuster, which meant he got to spend a lot of time traveling around to check on claims. A few weeks ago he was out checking on a claim for water damage caused by an overflowing bathtub. The woman who met him at the door was middle age, about forty five, but with a full voluptuous body. After entering the house and looking over the damage, Patrick gave her the look and then said, "Take off all your clothes and lay back on the bed." Without the least bit of hesitation, she doffed all her clothing and lay down, and waited for further instructions. Just then the front doorbell rang, and Patrick went to answer it. A young girl selling magazines started to go into her pitch, but Patrick put her in a trance and had her come into the house. Leading her by the arm into the bedroom, he had her strip, and then climb on the bed with the older woman. Finally making a decision, he had the young blonde go down and eat the buxom woman's big wet slit. In a matter of minutes she had a nice hard orgasm right in the mouth of the little blonde cuntlapper! Patrick removed his own clothing and joined the two women on the bed. He ordered the older woman to suck him off and the blonde to ride his face with her short trimmed blonde bush. Patrick never tired of this position, having his meat serviced by a good looking woman, while he sucked on a hot juicy little cunt!!! The blonde was squirming all over his face, trying to keep her erect little clit in contact with his tongue. He didn't know if the older woman was a cum swallower, but in about a minute she was gonna slurp down a huge shot of Patrick's hot cum! Patrick groaned into the pussy of the little blonde as his pecker let loose with several huge bursts of semen. The blonde pressed her crotch hard onto Patrick's face, her own orgasm ripping through her hot little box. Patrick lay back on the bed and watched while the buxom woman tried on her sexy bras and panties for him, while being assisted by the young blonde. Every now and then he had the blonde suck on the older woman's big tits, what a show they put on!!! Watching women masturbate in public was erotic and thrilling all at the same time. Patrick walked up to a woman who was sunbathing in her back yard, ostensibly to ask her for directions. What he really did was give her the eye, and then ask her to reach down inside her bikini and rub her vagina for him. While she was masturbating, he asked her all sorts of intimate questions about her sex life. When she was about ready to cum he had her describe how she sucked off her husband's big cock! He then knelt down beside her and slipped his cock into her mouth and quickly ejaculated a load down her throat! He reached inside her bikini and gave her pussy a fast fingering, inducing one more quick hard orgasm. A few moments later he off down the street, leaving the poor woman dazed and confused! Finally, one day at the library, Patrick was admiring the pretty but aloof brunette working behind the checkout counter. He stopped to ask her a question, and received what he considered to be a very snooty answer. A smile flickered across his face, he gave her the eye, and asked her to follow him back into the stacks. When they were way back in the corner, he made her strip off all of her clothes and toss them out the window into the alley. He left her there, masturbating contentedly, eyes closed and not a care in the world! Well, at least not until the head librarian found her and woke her up!! Under His Spell "Thank you so much for seeing me on such short notice Dr. Henley" "That's quite alright Ms. Benson it just so happens I have some free time this afternoon. Now what can I do for you?" As you can see it all started innocently enough, I was feeling depressed and unloved. My marriage of less than ten years was nothing but a sham, we lived together but barley spoke and sex was something neither of us even thought about anymore. After reading in a magazine about Dr. Henley and the miracles he was achieving with middle-aged women, I remembered hearing from a customer of mine about how much he was helping her. Now as I sat in his office I wondered if I had made a mistake. Just what could he do for me, give me hormones, or some kind of bathing salts? Yet when I looked into his eyes, I immediately felt calmer. "Ms. Benson, I think I shall call you by your first name, its Julie, right. OK Julie, I want you to relax, don't say a word, let me tell you what is bothering you and if you think I'm wrong you can tell me when I am done." I thought this very strange how could he know what was wrong if I didn't tell him. I knew he had no idea but I was so humiliated by my problems I was glad not to have to confess them to a stranger. "Your biggest concern is the loveless marriage you are in. You can't understand how the love of your life turned into someone that makes you gag when you see him." "That's absolutely right Doctor but how did you..." All he did was put his finger to his lip making me stop in mid sentence reminding me I was not to talk until he was finished. "You feel that since your husband no longer desires you that you are no longer a sexual being. What you don't understand is the fire still burning in your loins. Would you believe me if I told you there are men all around you that desire you constantly and many go home to their wives with fantasies of you in their heads." I started to answer but he held his hand up so I just shook my head. As I sat there listening to him I felt the warmth glowing between my legs. I knew my panties were getting wet, in fact I could smell the aroma rising from my loins. "Alright Julie, now I want you to stand; then I want you to pick up your skirt and show me your panties." I was shocked at what I was hearing but like a little schoolgirl in front of mother superior, I did as instructed. As I stood there exposed I remembered thinking I was glad I had wore a pretty pair of panties. "I can tell that deep down you are nothing but a slut, you know I can smell your pussy from here. You're just aching to touch it front of me aren't you?" He was right my clit was throbbing and I felt I might die if I didn't squeeze it hard and right now. "Yes sir it hurts so badly, may I rub it?" Why was I asking this stranger if I could play with myself in front of him? It just seemed the proper thing to do. He asked me when the last time I masturbated was and red-faced I confessed that I had used the bathtub spigot this morning until I climaxed three times. Here I was still standing there with my skirt up around my waist with my exposed underwear, and getting wetter by the minute. "Take off your panties and bring them to me." Again, I did as instructed, he then told me to come around his desk and stand next to him. He had my panties in his hand. I watched as he turned them in his hand, then holding them by the gusset he brought them to my nose. "Do these panties smell like they were worn by someone who was not a sexual being?" I shook my head as my face burned with embarrassment but I was so turned on I felt like a teenager in the backseat of some boys car. He turned around in his chair to face me, "I want you to kneel in front of me, then take out my member and put it in your mouth." What was he saying; I couldn't do that I wouldn't even do my husband like that. Yet I could not disobey him so I found myself on my knees fumbling with his zipper with a yearning just to kiss this man's penis. Feeling him grow in my hands was so arousing. As I placed my mouth over him, he instructed me to look into his eyes, "Now I want you to put your fingers between your legs and fondle yourself, that's right I want you to look into my eyes as you make yourself climax." What kind of power did this man have over me? I felt compelled to obey his every command no matter how humiliating. His eyes seemed to burn into my soul as he instructed me to cum now on his command, and I did with a scream. He smiled at my orgasm then told me in a low voice, "Are you ready to taste my semen? I want you to enjoy my essence, take it all." He erupted in my mouth; I swallowed greedily gulping down his spunk. This was something I had never done in my life and now I was wondering why, I felt so degraded but still so sexy taking this stranger's issue down my throat. When he was done, he told me to clean him with my mouth and then to put it back into his trousers. "Julie, I believe we have managed to release your inter slut, wouldn't you agree?" "Yes Doctor but I have never done anything like this before nor have I ever wanted to, I don't understand what has just happened here." "Believe me when I tell you that was something you have always wanted to do but your inhabitations would not allow you even to fantasize about it. Now I want you to go home and do the same thing to your husband tonight and then when you come back next week we can discuss some other things you might try with him." "But Doctor please, I can't wait a week to see you again I need to come back sooner." "Nonsense you can wait, see the girl on the way out she will make you an appointment." I couldn't believe he was sending me to see his 'girl', but then when I saw her she really was a girl, maybe nineteen at the most. "He's making you wait a week for your next treatment, isn't he mean? He makes me wait too and I'm right here but he says no, if we wait we appreciate it more." It made it even more humiliating having this girl know what I had just been doing but as I walked out; I keep thinking about how could I wait a whole week before seeing him again. Then I remembered he still had my panties sitting on his desk. I guess I'm going to need to go shopping for more underwear. Under His Spell She woke up in the middle of the night, soaked in sweat, struggling for breath. Even in dreams she found no peace. Her oblivion lasted only a fraction of a second and then the annihilating reality came crushing down on her. The gripping, clawing feeling in the pit of her belly, working its way up toward her chest, stabbing and tearing. She could hardly eat and she could no longer sleep. No matter how much she tried, she found it impossible to bring her unruly emotions under control. As pathetic as it seemed, there was no way of fooling herself. Infatuated. That is what she had become. He had rooted himself there, under her skin, flowing in her bloodstream, impregnating her every thought. Despite his absence, he was still coaxing her mind, burrowing deep into the core of her being. She yearned for him with every cell in her miserable body. In a strangely twisted way, even the pain he left her with felt sweet, because it meant that, for a brief moment, he had been hers. The thought that she would have been better off to never having met him did cross her mind, but just to imagine it sent her into a state of panic. Better to suffer the withdrawal than to have never tasted the delights of his passion for her. He had brought her high like no other, bound her to him and then without any explanation, he vanished, leaving her feeling empty and with questions to which she had no answers. She should despise him but instead, she missed him like crazy. Her head heavy, she got up and went to the bathroom. After she splashed some water in her face, she glanced at her reflection in the mirror, and wished she hadn't. Her cheeks were no longer rosy and the dark circles under her chestnut eyes made her look drawn and tired. She passed her hand over the tangles in her long auburn hair and frowned at herself. Weak. That is what she was and she hated herself for it. It took a long shower to drive the chills out of her body. Without even thinking, she put on the white lace night gown he had bought for her from an expensive French lingerie store, and then, with soft music playing in the background, she lay on her bed and stared at the ceiling, recalling that day when they first kissed. It was in the winter and there was a blizzard. They walked through a deserted downtown park, with thick snowflakes lashing in their faces, their feet sinking in the deep snow. The peacefulness and quietness around them was beautiful. She could feel the sexual energy building up between them and was certain that he felt it as well from the way his hands kept straying to her waist and back. They came to a secluded enclosure where the park overlooked a frozen river and the suburbs on the other side of the shore. Her hair was blowing in the wind as she turned to face him, leaning back on the guard rail that was bordering a steep drop. His smooth handsome face was calm, his bright blue eyes smiling and his lips were so inviting that it made her grab him by his coat and pull him to her so that she could press her mouth to his. His response took her by surprise. He kissed her back, his gentleness quickly replaced by the fervor of lust. His tongue tasted sweet and his teeth on her lower lip sent shocks of excitement through her body. He pulled back for a moment, his eyes glued on her lips. Bringing his cold hands to her face, he held her cheeks and kissed her in such a lascivious way, it left her breathless. He then threaded his fingers through her hair, wrapped it around his hands and pulled it so that her head tilted backward and her neck was exposed for his mouth to explore. His lips were soft and wet on her skin, kissing, licking and teasing, making her gasp when they brushed her ear. He sucked on her earlobe and the heat of his breath made her skin cover in goose bumps when he whispered just how hard he was for her. She remembered the thrill she felt when she saw his eyes widen as she pulled back, opened her coat, provoking him with her cleavage. He let her take his hand and slide it inside her sweater and into her bra. She closed her eyes when he cupped her breast and caressed her hard nipple that turned even harder under his cold fingers. Grabbing her by the waist, he turned her roughly around and pushed his hips onto her ass. His left hand went back to caress her breast and his right hand slid inside her jeans and panties, his fingers coating with her arousal, exploring and penetrating, making her tightly grip the rail guard. The moans that escaped her lips were instantly muffled by the heavy snowfall and carried on the wind in the direction of the river. With his lips against her hair, he nearly drove her crazy as he continued describing his desire for her. She would have given anything to go back to that moment. With the thoughts of him, she ran her hands slowly over her thin night gown and caressed her body that cried for his touch. She longed to feel the tip of his fingers on her skin, to taste his soft lips and have him lie on top of her. Her left hand circled her round breast and her right hand slipped between her thighs, her back arching at the contact of her fingers with her wet sex. Carried away by the gentle waves of her pleasure, she imagined his tongue and lips on her. She was startled when the phone suddenly rang. Wondering who could be calling so late in the night, she answered with a shaking voice. "Hello?" Long silence, but she could hear someone breathing. "Who is it?" she asked, ignoring her intuition in fear of bitter disappointment. "I miss you." The sound of his voice had the effect of a needle piercing her skin and plunging into her vein and his words were the fix she had been craving the most. Straight into her blood, it sent her heart racing and her head spinning. All that time she had been preparing to face him had been wasted. She could not think of anything coherent to say. Her mind was overpowered by the raging and contradicting feelings inside her. "Let me in." "What?" She wasn't sure she had heard him properly. "I'm just outside your door." His voice was barely above a whisper. She put down the receiver and stared at the phone for a moment. There was a gentle knock on the door. Almost as if in a trance, she felt her body move toward the entrance, her anticipation growing with each step taking her closer to him. When she came to the door, she hesitated. Wishing she could find the force to not give in to him, she leaned her back against the coolness of the wall, her hand pausing on the lock without twisting it. "I know you're there. I need to see you. Please." The way he pleaded made her forget about her unrealistic resolution to never speak to him again. Just like that, he had defeated her. She unlocked the door and opened it to let him in. Still resting against the wall, she turned the other way, in fear of crumbling down at the sight of him. She heard him walk in, closing the door behind him, his footsteps pausing in front of her. There was a brief moment of silence but she refused to face him. "Will you not look at me?" he asked. She shut her eyes and bit into her lip, thankful that he could not hear just how fast her heart was beating. After not hearing from him for so many days, she was almost scared to let herself believe that he came back to her. He moved closer. So close that she could feel his body heat, with his appealing scent invigorating her more than ever. She tensed when his lips brushed against her cheek, but the tenderness in his kiss made her melt from the inside. Taking her gently by the chin, he turned her face to him. Still, her eyes remained closed. She felt him softly kiss her eyelids and then rest his forehead against hers. He did not even attempt to apologise. It was perhaps better that way. She wasn't sure how well she would handle his excuses. Without a word, he held her face, just like he did that day in the blizzard, and then with the back of his fingers, he caressed her neck, tracing her soft skin down to her collarbone, all the way to her shoulders. Holding her breath, she felt her skin awaken under his touch. He ran his palms down her arms and grabbed her around her wrists to bring her hands to his lips so that he could kiss them before placing them on his chest. She gathered the strength to open her eyes and looked right into his face. He brushed the strands of his brown hair away from his eyes and she met his gaze, confident and intense as always. Suddenly, she felt angry. How dare he appear so smug and arrogant after he so carelessly abandoned her? She frowned and squeezed her fingers into the muscles of his chest, her nails digging in over the thin white shirt he wore. The way he smiled at her infuriated her more and without even pausing to think, she slapped him across the cheek. As always, his reaction was not what she anticipated. He brought his mouth down on hers and kissed her deeply, forcing his tongue into her mouth, making her struggle for breath. She dug her nails even deeper into his flesh and he moaned from the pain but did not release her from his kiss. She tried to push him away but he grabbed her around the waist and pressed himself tightly against her. She pulled on his hair but it had no effect whatsoever. The passion with which he kissed her was overwhelming. She fought him, but the more she did, the stronger he held on to her. Despite her anger, her body started responding to his salacious advances and slowly, she began to feel aroused, with a tingling wetness spreading between her legs and her breaths getting deeper. As always, he triumphed over her. It was clear that he knew just how weak she was when it came to him and used it to his advantage. With one move, he scooped her into his arms and, holding her tightly to him, carried her to her bed. Dropping her on the bed, he pinned her down by laying his strong body over hers and continued to kiss her until the fury inside her subsided. With the tip of his fingers, he traced the tears that betrayed her and kissed her where their salty wetness was stinging her skin. He ran his fingers through her hair while his mouth moved onto her neck. He pulled the strap of her nightgown to bare her shoulder and chest and then lifted himself onto his arms to look down at her for a moment. "You're so fucking gorgeous," he whispered, completely in awe of her, while his gaze slowly travelled from her face down to her belly. Bringing his lips to the swell of her breast, he gently bit her protruding nipple over her nightgown and rubbed the other one between his fingers. Closing her eyes, she placed her hands on his strong shoulders and moaned softly with appreciation. He made her cry out in surprise when, in one impatient and rough move, he suddenly grabbed her nightgown and tore it open so that his lips could be in direct contact with her skin. One of his hands slid between her legs and he growled with pleasure when his fingers met her wetness. Sliding into her easily, he caressed her from the inside while moving his kisses from her breasts down to her belly. She moaned in protest when he retrieved his fingers from her for a moment but then moaned out louder when he gripped the shreds of her gown and tore it completely so that she was all naked under him. He lowered his lips to her inner thighs, kissing and licking her soft skin, slowly making his way to her pussy. Arching her back, she pulled at his hair when she felt his face rub between her legs. He lifted his head back up for her to watch him lick her arousal from his lips and then he took her into his mouth again. Licking her gently at first, he then sucked, pulled and drank her and made her scream from the way he brought on her climax. He continued until her body shook uncontrollably and she begged him to stop so that she could catch her breath. By the time she regained some composure he was all naked, kneeling in front of her. She licked her pink lips at the sight of his body and his remarkable erection. He reached out his hand to her and she let him pull her into a sitting position from which she bent forward so that she could take his hard cock into her mouth. It was her turn to make him moan. She sucked and licked him, wrapping her hand firmly around his base, stroking him up and down. Her other hand was busy caressing his balls. His breathing deep and slow, he growled with appreciation. His fingers in her hair, he was pulling at it gently, keeping her face where it pleased him. When she felt his cock pulsate, she sucked harder. She knew that he wanted to pull back from her mouth but she would not let him and continued sucking. She felt his climax building up and knew that he had passed the point of wanting her to stop. He moaned and pushed deeper into her mouth. In that moment, she was the one in control. His breathing grew heavier and faster until, with one loud growl, he released his cum into her mouth. Satisfied, she took it all, drinking it to the last drop and letting go of him only when he was completely done and his body twitched with spasms at the mere touch of her lips on him. Brushing her hair away from her face, he kissed her again. His lips gently brushing hers while his hand pressed against the back of her neck, he held her to him for a long time. After he pulled away from her, he gently pushed her down to lie on her belly, so that he could cover the back of her body with soft kisses until he was hard again. He then pulled her hips upward, spread her legs and slowly licked her from her clit all the way to her ass. Guiding his cock to her small opening, he pushed himself inside her with one slow thrust. With her perfect ass in the air and her elbows on the bed, he grabbed her by the hips and pushed her onto him. Her soft walls were tight and contracting around his hardness and he moaned with pleasure as he started rocking his hips, pushing in and out of her. Each time he went deeper and faster. "Harder!" she ordered. Strengthening his hold on her hips, he pushed into her with all his force, his hips hitting roughly against her soft ass. "Don't stop," she begged over and over again, loving how he filled her up and how he pushed so deep inside her. The fervor of their love-making grew out of hand. Pain and pleasure merged together. Breathing loudly and heavily and their bodies drenched in sweat, they did not slow down until they both cried out from the intensity of their simultaneous orgasms. Their muscles aching, they were both completely out of breath and utterly spent as they dropped down on the bed. Caressing each other softly, they drifted into sleep, her hand on his firm chest and his against the softness of her belly. The phone rang again and woke her up. She rolled over to pick up the receiver, slowly opening her heavy eyes. "Hello?" Her voice sounded rough. Silence. "Hello?" she repeated impatiently. "Hi," he said. Confused, she looked back to her bed and nearly dropped the receiver when she saw that it was empty. Her eyes strayed to the antique mirror on the opposite wall and took in the reflection of her body, covered in sweat but still clad in the unspoilt white lace gown. "I miss you."