0 comments/ 74986 views/ 4 favorites In a Trance By: Magicien It was a slow day at the office, a Friday afternoon an hour before quitting time, and Carla was fooling around on the Internet. She should have been working, putting the finishing touches on a report her boss had just dropped off on her desk. He gave her the report and then did a cut and run, the bastard. Carla suspected her boss was going to meet his girlfriend for a quickie, or maybe get in nine holes of golf before going home to his wife and a dreary supper. The weather had turned warm in Ohio, and it was an effort just to return from lunch. 'They owe me some time,' Carla thought to herself, as she started cruising the Yahoo personals. And there he was, as big as life. He listed his hobbies as parapsychology, transgressive sexual behavior, hypnosis, and Tarot. 'Sex and hypnosis,' Carla said to herself, followed by 'I'm getting aroused just thinking of the possibilities.' He used the name "D_Diderot," and he was on-line, so Carla sent him an IM. That was how it all began, and it turned out to be the adventure of a lifetime. They chatted for a while about hypnosis, his experiences, mostly, the professional hypnotist he studied with while still in high school, and the hypnotic research he took part in as a paid research subject while a college student. Later she found out that his name was Frank Morgan, but he sometimes published under the name Diderot, after the French 18th Century author and philosopher. Morgan suggested she read one of his published Diderot stories, "Nuts and Sluts," about a kinky young high school student who gets conned into hypnotic research. The girl in the story was quite willing to be manipulated by a college professor; the silly little slut didn't really need hypnosis to shed her inhibitions. Carla was very different from the woman in the story. When it came to sex, overt sex, she was very inhibited. Carla's turn-on was very different. As she said on her web page, "I love the idea of giving up control thru trance." Morgan concluded if they finally met in real life, she would be a very good hypnotic subject, willing to obey his every command, wanting to satisfy his every wish. Then Morgan got lucky; the teaching appointment came though. He sent her an IM to tell Carla the good news. He was coming to Ohio in the fall, as a guest lecturer, to give a course in parapsychology and the occult at her local college. In addition, he would be doing research and giving several public demonstrations on hypnosis. For the research, he would need several test subjects. The week he arrived on campus, Morgan gave a talk and demonstration of mass hypnosis. Naturally, Carla attended. Her husband wasn't interested, so she attended with a woman friend. There were 60 or 70 people in the lecture hall, and at one point Morgan had all of them stand up. "Close your eyes and relax," he told the audience. "When you're very relaxed and comfortable, imagine you're holding a string in your right hand, attached to a helium filled balloon, and in your left had is a heavy lead weight. As your right hand rises, your left hand will begin to fall ... as your right hand rises, your left hand will begin to fall ... as your right hand rises, your left hand will begin to fall .... Carla was beginning to feel very mellow, very relaxed. Without conscious effort on her part, her right hand was beginning to rise, and her left hand to fall. She was beginning to enter a light trance state. Morgan surveyed the audience, choosing the five best subjects. He went around the room to the others, having them sit down. "Now, as I count to five, you will gradually open your eyes," he told the five who were still standing. "One, you are starting to open your eyes ... two, a little bit more ... three, don't move your hands ... four, they're almost open ... five, open your eyes." The five looked around the room in amazement. Everyone else was seated, and they were all standing, the right arm raised, the left arm lower, almost at their side. First one, and then the remaining four started to laugh. Morgan brought the five, three women and two men, to the front of the room, seated them in the row of chairs facing the audience. Based on her description in an IM, he suspected Carla was one of the five. The woman was tall, slim, a natural blonde if he was any judge of hair color, with a tight ass and a spectacular rack. The rest of the demonstration was his standard stage routine. First, "instantaneous induction" using a technique he learned from his teacher, Harry Aarons, years ago. This was followed by demonstrations of catalepsy, negative and positive hallucination, and post hypnotic suggestion and re-induction to the trance state. For the finale, Morgan induced temporary anesthesia, and pushed a slim needle through the subject's arm. No pain, no blood. The audience was impressed,. By the end of the show, he had learned the names of his five subjects. One was named Carla. Was it a coincidence, or was she the one who sent the IM? He hoped to find out after the lecture. Morgan had answered questions from the audience, and several members from the Psychology Department came up to congratulate him on an informative lecture and demonstration. The tall, slim blonde who had been one of his subjects finally approached him. "Professor Morgan, do you have a moment?" "Of course ...Carla. That's your name, Carla Summers, if I remember correctly." "carlas" had sent him the IMs. The woman was quite shy, almost hesitant to approach him as the lecture hall emptied out. Another woman stood beside her. "I'll only be a minute, Grace," she said to the prune-faced woman who stood at her side. "You want to make an appointment to see me?" "Yes." "To talk about my research in 'behavior modification'? "If that's what it's called," Carla replied. "Your friend is waiting, so please phone me tomorrow at my office," as he pressed the business card into her hand. "Call me promptly at 10:00 a.m. I'll be expecting your call." Carla seemed relieved that the hypnotist didn't ask for any more details. He seemed very sure of himself, telling her to call him "promptly at 10:00 a.m." Was he testing her, the same way he tested the young girl in his story? It would have too embarrassing to have any further conversation with Grace Watkins, the town gossip, looking over her shoulder. She guessed he knew already who she was, and why she wanted to be hypnotized. Morgan turned and proceeded to put his lecture notes into his brief case. He was smiling to himself. Within a week, he would turn Carla Summers into the secret slut he knew she always wanted to be. The next morning, Carla was nervous when she made the phone call. She was phoning from work, and she misdialed Morgan's number twice. The first time she was connected to the Psych Department secretary, the second time to Morton's Funeral Home. It took all her concentration to get it correct on her third attempt. "Morgan," was all he said when he answered the phone on the fifth ring. "This is ... this is ... this is Carla Summers," the pretty young woman stammered. "You're three minutes late." "I'm sorry." Carla knew was already on the defensive, apologizing for no apparent reason. "And the reason for your call?" His voice just seemed to hang in the air. "I wanted to talk to you about 'behavior modification,' to see if you could help me with a personal problem." "Can you come by my office on your way home from work, say about 6:00 p.m.?" "Yes, I think I can." "Can you or can't you be here at 6:00?" "Yes, I can come to your office at that time." "And this time, I expect you to be on time." "Yes, Sir." Carla didn't know why she said that. Maybe it was because of her need to obey. Six o'clock was an awkward time to meet. Her office closed at 5:00 p.m. Her husband was out of town on business, so Carla didn't have to phone home to tell him she would be late. But wasn't enough time to drive home and change her clothing, or at least to put on fresh underwear. Carla couldn't make up her mind if she should put on the pantyhose she kept in her desk for emergencies, but in the end, decided to go barelegged. So she sat around the office, fretting and fiddling at her desk for half and hour, and then drove the short distance to the college campus. It was easy to find Morgan's office. She had been a psychology major 10 years before, so she knew the campus well. She arrived five minutes early, waited nervously in the hall, and at one minute to six knocked on the door. "Enter," Morgan called out. Carla pushed open the door and entered the tiny office. It did have a window, open to the cool breeze of the evening, which was a relief. Carla was starting to perspire. "Sit," he said, pointing to the chair in front of his desk. "Now tell me, Ms. Summers, exactly why you're here." "It's kind of hard to explain." "I have all the time in the world." His voice was soft but firm, reassuring, comforting. "You see, I'm extremely uncomfortable with sex. And I find it very hard to even talk about it." "That's not uncommon, even for married women, especially for married women to talk about sex with a complete stranger." "Perhaps ... perhaps if you hypnotized me, put me in a trance, I'd feel more comfortable talking about my problem." G-d bless her, Morgan thought, I didn't even have to suggest it. "I'll want to know your complete sexual history before I decide on a treatment plan, if that's acceptable," Morgan said. "Just so long as I don't remember any of this, any of what I told you, after I wake up," Carla responded. This was going to even better than Morgan imagined. Morgan did his usual "instantaneous induction," the same method he used on the best five subjects the night before. Carla went quickly and deeply into a trace state. "Now tell me, Carla, how old you were the first time a boy kissed you on the mouth." "Twelve or thirteen." "And did you like it, the feeling." "Kind of ... until he tried to put his tongue in mouth." "What did you do then?" "I pushed him away, and went into the other room, where the lights were on." "And how soon after that did a boy try to touch your breasts for the first time?" "I didn't get invited to parties after that while I was still in middle school. The boys all said I was a prude. They laughed at me, both the boys and the girl, because I wouldn't put out." Carla whispered this in a very soft voice. It was one of her shameful secrets, rejection when she was 12 or 13 years old. "Did you date in high school?" "Not a lot, not really. I was tall and gangly and had stringy hair and my breasts were really small." Carla was about 5'7", slim, with a very tight ass, with spectacular 34-C tits. Morgan guessed she was a natural blonde. He would find out soon enough. "And when did you start to fill out, to get some shape, some curves?" "I was 15 or 16, a 'late bloomer' my mother said." "Did things get better after that?" "Not really. I was in the marching band and the psych club, but I hung around with the nerds." "And then you started college? Did you go away to school, or live at home and commute." "I lived at home and went to State. I was a psych major, took classes right here in this building." "When did you have your first really bad sexual experience?" "I was a sophomore. I remember I had just turned 19. I was dating a senior and it was Thanksgiving. His name was Billy Jackson. He was from out of state, Kansas or Nebraska, and couldn't get a ride home for the holiday, so I invited him over for dinner with my family." "Please go on," Morgan said. "After my parents had gone to bed, we were in the family room, watching TV. We started to kiss, and I liked it for a while. He touched my breasts, and I liked that too. Then he put my hand on the front of his trousers." Carla's voice had dropped to a low whisper. "Are you feeling uncomfortable telling me this?" "I don't know. It's strange to think about it after all these years. I'm so embarrassed by what happened, what Billy did to me, what he made me do." This was getting interesting. After a long pause, "Please don't tell me I have to go with the story." "Carla, you'll feel better telling me, and you won't remember any of this conversation. So you HAVE TO go on and tell me." "Billy pushed up my shirt and bra, and started kissing my breasts." "And did you respond?" "I never felt that way before, all squishy between my legs." "But you liked it?" "At first." "Did you masturbate as a teenager?" "That's dirty. Nice girls don't do that." "And what did Billy do after her kissed your breasts." "He unzipped his trousers and exposed himself." "Had you ever seen a man's penis before?" "Not in real life. Only in biology books. It looked huge." "He put your hand on, didn't he?" "Yes, and me made me move my hand up and down. He kept kissing my breasts and telling me how beautiful I was, how much he loved me." "You were very aroused at that point?" "Yes. I had never felt like that before, sexy and dirty at the same time. Finally, he asked me to kiss his penis." "How did you respond?" "I told him that was dirty. That I was a nice girl, a virgin." "Then what happened?" "He laughed. Then he pushed me down and made me take it in my mouth. I didn't want to, but he held my head, pulled my hair, and made me move my head up and down." "Did he ejaculate, in your mouth?" "Oh, G-d, yes. It was disgusting. He wouldn't let go of my head, and I was starting to gag. Finally he let me up and I ran to the bathroom. I spit up his cum, and I thought I was going to vomit. I started to cry. I must have stayed in the bathroom 10 or 15 minutes. When I returned, he was gone. I never saw him again." Carla was trembling as she finished the story. "Thank you, Carla, for telling me this. I'm going to wake you up in a few minutes, by counting from 1 to 5. With each number, you'll become more and more awake. You'll be calm and relaxed, and you won't remember any of this conversation." Morgan then gave Carla a post-hypnotic suggestion, that whenever he said the phrase, "shoe-book-elephant," and then touched her right shoulder; she would immediately go into a deep, restful sleep. He counted from 1 to 5, gradually bringing her out of the trance. She had a smile on her face; she looked relaxed, beautiful and radiant. "Sleepy?" Morgan asked her. "Not really." "And relaxed?" "I feel at peace with myself, for the first time in years." "I think we're making good progress. I also think it would be helpful if I see you again, as soon as possible. Tomorrow, after work at 6:00 p.m." It was given as an order, not a request. "Yes, Sir." Carla blushed. She was ecstatic. The next evening, Carla arrived promptly at 6:00 p.m. She had dressed carefully, her best blouse, a straight skirt that showcased her shapely legs and tight ass. She considered wearing pearls, but decided that would be too flashy. She knocked at the door, and entered the office when called. "Please sit down Carla. Did you sleep well last night?" "Like a baby. It was the best sleep I've had in years." "Before we begin, I'd like to do a simple experiment. If you're willing." "Yes." Morgan stood before her. "Good. Now, I want you to unbutton your blouse and expose your breasts." "Are you crazy?" "Show me your tits, Carla." "I can't ... I can't. Please don't make me." "I would never make you do anything you didn't really want to do," Morgan told her in his smooth, hypnotic voice And with that assurance, Morgan took one step closer, said the words "shoe-book-elephant," and taped the pretty blonde on the right shoulder. Carla slumped forward in her chair. She was in a light trance. The hypnotist proceeded to give her commands to deepen the trance state, and when he thought she was deep enough, began his questioning. "Carla, on your wedding night, you were a virgin?" "Yes, Sir." "Did you find the experience enjoyable, intercourse for the first time?" "It hurt, and I bled a lot. I didn't like it much." "And now? You're married 8 years, aren't you?" "It's not that great, the sex part. Something is lacking." Carla went on to explain, "My husband is a good man, but he's not very assertive sexually. When we first got married, we had sex every Saturday night, like clock work." "Then what happened, after a while?" "For a while, it was the same old – same old. We'd kiss, he'd touch my breasts, and then he'd put his penis in my vagina. I was always very dry, and it would hurt, but he'd always climax quickly, and then roll over and fall asleep." "Was it ever more exciting than that?" "Once in a while, hubby would ask me to kiss his penis. I told him I couldn't, I simply couldn't. I never had the courage to tell him why. We'd argue, and he'd call me a 'frigid bitch,' and then I would sleep in the guest room for a few nights, until he apologized for being such a pig." "Did he ever offer to make love to you orally, to go down on you? Or ask to watch while you to masturbated? Or ask for anal sex?" "He never asked." "But you wanted him to?" "I don't know, maybe. Sometimes I think about those things." "Do you have a fantasy world? Do you ever masturbate?" There was a long silence. Carla's eyes were closed, closed tightly, and she had an anguished look on her face. "Do I really have to tell you?" "You have to tell me. Later, I'll make you show me exactly what you want." "I can't ... I can't. Please, don't make me." "Carla, I command you to tell me." Carla struggled with herself, fighting to wake up from the trance "I like to pretend that I'm in a trance, that I've gone to a hypnotist, and that he seduced me." "Seduced you, how exactly?" "He took away my self-control, made me do things I wouldn't ever do." "Would you want that to happen now? For me to seduce you, to take away your self-control, to make you do things you've never done before?" "I don't know. I'm confused. Yes. No. Yes. Please, yes." "Carla, I want you now to imagine that you're on vacation, without your husband, at a resort in a tropical location. Maybe it's a Club Med resort, or something like that, and all the people there are very uninhibited. Can you imaging that?" "Yes, Sir." "The first day, you go to the beach. You're shocked by what you see. Some of the women are topless, and some are totally naked. Some of the women are very beautiful, some are long average. And you know that your body is as attractive as any of the women. Can you imagine that?" "Yes, Sir." "Good. Now imagine that you're at that beach. The temperature is warm, the water sparkles, the sky is clear. You're wearing a very modest bikini. Carla, unbutton your top and show me the bikini bra you're wearing." In slow motion, Carla unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it aside. "Now the beach wrap. Stand up and find the zipper, so you can enjoy the lush tropical air on your perfect body." Carla removed her skirt, imagining that it was a beach wrap. "Now Carla, touch your nipple though your bikini top." Carla raised her right hand, and began to tease her nipple through the sensible bra she was wearing. After a few moments, the young woman began to smile, although her eyes were closed. "Does that feel nice, the sensation as you touch yourself?" "Yes, very. I've never done that before." "It would feel nicer if you took of your bikini top. Many of the women here on the beach are topless, and you certainly have a better figure than most of them." Carla unhooked her bra, and her spectacular breasts tumbled free. Her skin was pale, and she had a light sprinkling of freckles across the top of her chest. Her nipples were light pink, tiny and already head from her touches. In a Trance It all started innocently enough with soft, luscious kisses. His morning was perfect. The morning sun was starting to light the room, and as he slowly succumbed to consciousness, his lips were kissed softly. He felt her light touch, her petite body, all conformed to his large frame. It was as though they were designed to fit together. Slowly, she sucked on his lower lip while straddling his leg. He could feel her warm body undulate on top of him and almost instantly he became hard. She reached down and slid his underwear off and gazed for a brief moment at his throbbing cock. She thought wickedly about how she was going to feel in a while, after the ramp up, after the gspot orgasm he was sure to give her with his hand and her favorite toy. She thought of how her warm, wet, tight pussy would feel when he slides his cock in. She comments "my God, you are well hung!" He wonders where that comment came from, as this wasn't the first time she had made love to him. In fact, this could have been the millionth time, the only thing he knew was that every time was like combining lightning, a roller coaster drop, fighter jet ride, floating, symphony, and firework show into one moment of explosion culminating in the most intense, tingling, hot, heavy, shaking, mind blowing, body spasm delight. He smiled, proud of the comment. She came back to his lips. Her strawberry blond hair glistened in the morning sun and her smile melted him. Her beautiful hazel eyes looked into him, through his skin, into his soul, and he was mesmerized. She had him in her trance. She could do anything she wanted to him, and she did. Without saying a word, he started to tickle her back, slowly moving his fingers over the curves of her body. She tingled with chills and pressed her hot, yearning pussy into his thigh. She contracted and writhed in anticipation- she wanted him now, she thought of what it would feel like if he ripped her panties off and thrust his throbbing cock deep into her. That would come, but not just yet. She arched her back, and rocked back and forth on top of him. He wanted her, he only thought of how this wonderful time would end, with powerful, strong, fast, deep, forceful, long, strokes, the kind that make her scream and slap him on his chest as she explodes, but that will have to wait for a while. He slowly continues to tickle her body, and moves her small petite frame on top of him so that he can suck on her neck. Her hair smells wonderful, and he guides his tongue along the nape of her neck to her lips where he slowly kisses her deeply. He moves down her chest, and sucks her nipples until they harden with anticipation. She breaths deeply now, and she can feel the heavy, almost rhythmic slow contractions that signal her desire. She wants him now, and he knows how to make her a very happy girl. He grabs her hips and in one strong move he is on top of her. He moves down her body with his hand and finds her hot, wet, yearning pussy. He holds her crotch in one hand and presses her clit hard. She moans with delight and anticipation. She wants more and is grinding her pussy into his strong hand. She is getting closer to bliss, her eyes dilate, her nipples harden, and her breathing slows while deepening. The room heats up from their foreplay. He kisses her one last time and moves down. In a quick move he takes her panties off and marvels at her beautiful petite body. He can barely wait to fuck her deeply, hard, fast, and completely. First, though, he knows he needs to get her really hot. He needs to get her so horny that she begs him to thrust himself into her dripping pussy. So it starts. He moves her legs apart and rubs her pussy with lube. Her lips fall gently apart, revealing her tight, hot, throbbing pussy. He thinks of how she tastes, and purposefully, guides his tongue into her pussy. He slides it deep into her, and then moves it to her clit. Over and over, teasing her, building her anticipation, causing her dripping, wet, sticky, pussy to contract. She clenches tight, and arches her back. Over and over, he continues to move from sliding his tongue deep into her pussy and then to her clit where his licks caused waves of pleasure to wash over her body. He moved to her side and slid a finger to her gspot where he massaged it as she moaned louder and louder. She was ready to come now, and he was going to make her explode in one magnificent heavy contracting spasm. He placed the large vibrator head on her clit while he fingered her gspot. She was receiving incredible sensations from both her clit and gspot. She felt like she was going to explode, and she held on as tightly as she could, but he would get her come regardless. Her eyes rolled back into her head, her toes curled in, and she started one long guttural scream of pleasure. He could feel her pussy contract rhythmically around his finger, and he pressed the vibrator harder onto her clit. She moaned uncontrollably and screamed as she exploded in a hard, stunning, hot throbbing orgasm. He barely removed his finger and turned off the vibrator when she said emphatically for him to fuck her. He put himself between her legs and lifted them onto his wide shoulders which spread her in front of him. He grabbed her hips and in one forceful thrust hurried his cock into her tight, dripping, wet, pussy. The shock of the deep penetration caused her body to shudder and she screamed for him to fuck her hard. She was shaking uncontrollably as he thrust his rock hard cock into her. She was at orgasm again, and she spanked his thigh as she screamed his name out for what seemed like eternity. He pounded her through her orgasm, and at the end of each long stroke he could feel her cervix on the head of his cock. They were both hot now, he power fucked her throughout her orgasm, and she loved the power and wild nature of his skills. Her nostrils dilated, and her eyes came back to his. He was just getting started, she whimpered to him to come, and he slowly pulled his cock out. She wanted him to come inside of her, she wanted to explode with him. She looked into his eyes as he put the head of his throbbing cock into her sticky, dripping, wet pussy. He gave her short, quick strokes that teased her. She quickly found herself back at her orgasm and moaned for him to fuck her deep again. He grabbed the sheets behind her hips for extra leverage and in one hard, quick, forceful move, put his entire cock into her. She slapped uncontrollably at his arms as the shock of pleasure moved over her body. He fucked her uncontrollably and pounded her as hard as he could. She was screaming uncontrollably and reached for his hips to pull him in even deeper. She reached around his back and dug her nails into his skin, scratching him as she tried to pull him further into her. He felt his cock hit the bottom of her pussy on each stroke. He was in a perfect harmonic fucking oscillation with her body as he would pull her hips up while at the same time thrusting down and meeting in the middle for a deep, hard, fast, pounding, thrusting, sweaty, rhythmic, orgasmic action. He felt it building behind his rock hard cock, it felt heavy and he needed to put it as deep as he could into her. He now was starting to come, and all his muscles were focused on fucking her petite body in an effort to bring both of them to an explosive simultaneous orgasm. She started to scream, and said "this is going to be the biggest one yet!" this drove him to push harder into her and at the same time, they both contracted in one massive, explosive, shuddering orgasm. He continued to feel his cock throb as it shot hot, sticky, cum into her. He could feel it wrap around his cock as it tried to find room inside her tight pussy. His hot, sweaty, body was shaking, and he could feel his hard cock as it rubbed against the end of her pussy. She giggled and moaned and for a moment, they stayed still as the last waves of intense pleasure washed over them. He slowly pulled his cock out of her in a oxytocin rushed state that was almost overwhelming. She looked at him again, almost the same way as when they started, and saw him deeply. Once again, she had him in a trance. In a Trance Ch. 02 At the end of the last chapter, Morgan instructed the pretty young woman to hold out her hand. Carla was in a deep hypnotic trance, and felt the cool gel as Morgan squeezed a large dollop of KY TOUCH MASSAGE 2-in-1 Warming Lotion onto her finger tips. "You don't want a sunburn on your private parts," he told the inhibited young woman. Carla's hand went between her legs, as she started to work the cream first into her pubic hair, and then into the fold of her pussy. "Oh, this is very nice," Carla murmured. "I've never felt anything like this before." "I think you also need some on your chest. The sun is very hot, and your tiny pink nipples are VERY sensitive," Morgan said. They were in Morgan's office on the campus of a college somewhere in Ohio, but in Carla's mind, she was alone on a secluded beach on a tropical island resort. Carla worked some of the magic cream onto her nipple. "Mmmmmm," "And some more between your legs." "It's so warm, so nice ..." as Carla caressed her pussy with more insistence. The innocent Carla had never masturbated before. Her mother had always told her it was a dirty, nasty habit. So the pleasurable sensations were all so new. She stared to squirm, and then to squeeze her legs together. By luck, Carla found her clitoris. It only took a few touches to push her over the edge. "Oh, my G-d. I can't stop! Ahhhhhhh." Carla had her first orgasm ever. It was like a revelation sent from heaven. When she finally stopped trembling, Morgan told his pretty hypnotic subject that evening was approaching, that it was starting to get cool, that she was starting to shiver. She squeezed her legs together and crossed her arms over her spectacular 34-C chest. Her nipples were hard again, this time from cold rather than arousal. "Time to put on your bikini, Carla," the hypnotist told her. "And then put on your beach cover-ups." Morgan watched as she dressed, first her bra and panties, the imaginary bikini, followed by her skirt and blouse, the equally imaginary cover-ups. He gave her one more command before waking his subject from the trance. "Carla, I want you to forget, or dis-remember, everything that happened here today. Now I'm going to count from 1 to 5, and with each number you'll become more and more awake. One - you're starting to come up ...two – you're beginning to stretch ... three - there's a big smile on your face ... four – you're beginning to open your eyes ... five – you're wide awake." As he said the number 5, Carla awoke from the trance. "How do you feel, Carla?" "Fine. A little bit strange, but fine. My body feels different. I feel different." "I think we made real progress today," Morgan told her. "And I want to see you again tomorrow evening, same time, to continue your therapy." "Yes, Sir." "And I want you to have this," Morgan said as he handed the pretty young woman the bottle of KY TOUCH MASSAGE 2-in-1 Warming Lotion. It's for your therapy and you'll know exactly what to do with it. I'll see you again tomorrow evening, promptly at 6:00 p.m. And you know I don't tolerate tardiness." "Yes, Sir. I'll be on time. And thank you, Professor Morgan. I feel very comfortable, knowing that I'm in your capable hands." If she only knew the truth of that statement. Carla Summers returned promptly at six o'clock the next evening. The young woman was radiant. Her pale skin seemed to glow. The transformation was remarkable. "How did your evening go, Carla?" "It was strange, unusual." "Tell me about it, Carla." "I'm not sure I can. It's too embarrassing, what I did. "Would you feel more comfortable if I hypnotize you, and then you can tell me everything." "Please, Professor Morgan. I think that would be better." Morgan said the words "shoe-book-elephant," as he touched Carla on the right shoulder. She immediately fell into a deep trance. "Now, Carla, you were about to tell me of your unusual evening." "I went right home after our therapy session. I was feeling very calm, very relax, very tranquil." "Were you at all sleepy," Morgan asked. "No. In fact I was very wide awake, very energized." "Did anything unusual happen over dinner?" "Nothing out of the ordinary happened. But I did have a glass of wine with my meal. I'm not much of a drinker, and I don't ever drink alone." "And after dinner, what happened?" "That's when it started getting strange. I had the incredible urge to find my old bikini swim suit, the one I wore when I was a teenager." "Why was that unusual?" "Because now I always wear a one piece tank suit, in dark navy blue, to minimize the size of my breasts. That old bikini, when I finally found it, was so tiny." "Did you try it on?" "It fit me before my figure filled out, but now it barely covers my breasts, and you can see most of my bottom. But I felt strange, almost sexy, when I put it on." "And where is that swim suit now, the tiny bikini that barley covers your breasts and bottom?" "Do I have to tell you?" "Carla, you KNOW you have to TELL ME and SHOW ME everything." "I'm wearing in now, under my clothing, in place of my bra and panties. But I don't know why." There was a long pause. The pretty young woman was clearly embarrassed by her confession. "Go on, Carla." "I brought it to work, and when everybody left the office at 5:00 p.m., I went into the ladies' room and changed into the bikini. But for the life of me, I don't understand why." "Do you want to show me what you look like in your tiny little bikini?" "It's so small. It barely covers ... covers ... covers my breasts and bottom." "You mean your tits and ass?" "I can't say those words," Carla protested. "Say them," Morgan commended. "My tits and ass. I feel like such a whore saying those words." "Now show me. Show me your tits and ass." ."Please, don't make me show you." "Carla, I want you to relax and go deeper asleep. I'm going to count from 8 to 1, and with each number you'll go down, deeper, deeper than before." Morgan counted from eight to one, gradually deepening the trance state. "Carla, your body is very beautiful," the hypnotist told her. "There's no reason to be ashamed of it. Just imagine that you're on the secluded beach, by yourself, just like yesterday." "I liked yesterday. It felt so, so nice ..." "Then take off your beach wraps and show me your pretty little bikini." "I'll mess up my hair." "You're on the beach, Carla. You can comb your hair before you go back to the hotel." Carla stood up and pulled the shell blouse over her head. Normally, Carla wore a 34-C bra, and the little yellow bikini top didn't cover much more than her pretty pink nipples. "Now your skirt wrap." The pretty young blonde unzipped the back of her skirt and stepped out of it. The bikini bottom wasn't much more then two small yellow triangles, held together with bows on the sides. Carla took a deep breath and her breasts almost jumped out of the bikini top. "Now, Carla, tell me what happened next last night. You imagined you were back on the beach." "I had another glass of wine. And for some strange reason, imagined that I was on a beach somewhere. I put a large beach towel on the top of our queen size bed, and imagined that I was getting some sun." "In your imagination, was anyone else with you on the beach?" "No, the beach was deserted. But I wished you were there with me, to enjoy the sun." That's progress, Morgan thought to himself. "So now you're on a deserted beach, on a tropical island. Did you do anything unusual? "Do I have to tell you? It's not like me what happened next." "Yes, Carla, you have to tell me. You have to tell me everything. You have to OBEY my every command." Carla began her recitation. "First I looked around on the beach, to make sure nobody was there. Then I took off my swim suit, and imagined I was rubbing myself with sun tan lotion. "Show me how you did that." Carla went through the motions, taking off first her bikini top, then the tiny bottom. She went though the motions, rubbing her arms and legs. "Then I applied the special lotion you gave me, to you know, my private parts. It felt so warm and nice." "You put the lotion on your cunt?" Carla hesitated. She looked down and blushed. Finally she said "Yes." "Then tell me." "I can't say that word." "Carla, I command you. You must OBEY." Carla whispered the word "cunt" very softly, "I put the lotion on my hairy cunt." "And what were you thinking about when you were doing this?" Again Carla hesitated. She blushed again. "You, Professor Morgan. I was thinking how nice it would be if you were there, on the beach with me. If you were rubbing the special lotion on my ... on my privates ... on my cunt." "Like this, Carla?" Morgan squeezed a dollop of the KY TOUCH MASSAGE 2-in-1 Warming Lotion onto his finger tips. "Open your legs, Carla," Morgan ordered. He knelt down in front of the pretty blonde and looked directly into her cunt. She had already started to moisten up, and soon he would have her pussy sopping like a lake. Morgan applied some of the lotion to her outer labia, painting both sides from top to bottom. The young blonde moaned in pleasure. The rest he applied directly to the hood of her clitoris. "That's so nice," Carla murmured. "So nice," as Morgan slowly moved his finger tips over the hood of her clit. "Please don't ever stop," Carla whispered. Morgan teased her pussy for a while, listening to Carla moan in pleasure. Finally, he pushed back the hood of her clitoris with two fingers. With his other hand, he touched the little shiny pearl as lightly as possible. "Ahhhhhh! That's incredible. I had no idea." "And this?" Morgan asked before he leaned forward to use the tip of his tongue on her clit. "Oh, my G-d, don't ever stop. Please don't ever stop." Morgan pulled the young woman forward in the chair so that he could squeeze her ass as he kissed her pussy. As he licked and kissed her pussy, he slowly teased the pucker of her asshole. Then he put another dollop of the KY on his finger tips, and proceeded to rim her butt hole. He worked his finger tip into her ass a fraction of an inch as he continued to tongue her clit. "Ohhhhhh! Ahhhhhh! Dear G-d, sweet Jesus. Ahhhhhhhh!" Carla fought to close her legs, but Morgan wouldn't let her. She started to tremble, and Morgan could feel the tension in her thighs and she strained to close her legs. "You're killing. Please, dear G-d, you're killing me. I'm cumming! You're killing me! Ahhhhhhh!" Morgan held her legs open, sucking and biting her clitoris. Carla grabbed his head, mashing his face against her cunt, moaning and whimpering, telling him over and over how much she loved him. There wasn't much more to do after that. He gave her a few minutes to recover from the shattering orgasm. He suggested that evening was approaching, that it was starting to cool down, that it was time to get dressed and go back to her hotel. Again, he told her she could forget or dis-remember everything that had happened. When she was dressed and sitting properly in the chair, Morgan brought her out of the trance. "How do you feel, Carla?" "Very sleepy. I just want to go home and go to bed." "Then drive very very carefully." "Yes, Sir." Morgan went on to tell his pretty subject that he had a faculty meeting the next evening, so he wouldn't be able to see her at six o'clock for their next therapy session. Carla was clearly disappointed. "Could you come to my house when your meeting is over?" Carla asked. "My husband is still out of town, and I have nothing planned for tomorrow evening," Carla went on to explain. "I think I could, perhaps sometime around eight?" Morgan was sitting behind his desk, so his pretty hypnotic subject couldn't see his giant hard-on. "I'll be waiting," Carla said. "Please don't disappoint me." How could he disappoint her? The thought of Carla naked, sucking his cock or getting it in that tight virgin ass of hers, was enough to keep him on cloud nine for the next 24 hours. The Psychology Department began promptly at 5:30 and Morgan was distracted from the very beginning, thinking more of Carla and all the things he intended to do her once she was in a trance state, rather than the grant proposal that he was presenting. The meeting seemed to go on for hours, and was finally over at 7:45. Morgan collected his papers, loaded his brief case, and walked to his car. It took him ten minutes to drive to Carla's house, and he parked half a block away, turned off the engine, and waited. Twenty minutes later, he started the engine of his car, and drove the final half block to Carla's house. He parked at the curb, and walked to her front door. Morgan was sure Carla was waiting anxiously, peeking from behind the curtains, because the door opened before he had a chance to knock. "Professor Morgan, are you OK? I was starting to worry that you wouldn't be able to come." "I wouldn't disappoint you in not cumming this evening," Morgan reassured her, as he turned her around and walked her away from the front door. "Where would you be most comfortable for your therapy session?" "Professor Morgan, I have to tell you, I did the strangest thing when I came home from work this evening. And I don't understand why." "Please tell me about it, Carla." "It's hard to explain, so let me show you." Carla led Morgan to the family room. "I lugged all this stuff in from the patio. I know it's still a little bit chilly this time of the year in Ohio, especially in the evening, but I have no idea why I did this." Morgan surveyed the room in wonder. The center of the room was set up with pool chairs, a chaise lounge, and a beach umbrella on a large air mattress. Carla had covered the mattress with beach towels and the bottle of KY was displayed prominently. "Your own little Club Med," Morgan joked. "It's not funny," Carla protested. "And I had the greatest urge to put on that skimpy little bikini before you arrived." "Well, did you, give into your urge?" "No, not really. I did something different." Carla blushed as she finished this statement. "Then let's get started with your therapy. Please sit down." Morgan went through the "shoe-book-elephant" routine as he tapped Carla on the right shoulder. She immediately went into a deep trance. "Now Carla, tell me, what did you do if you didn't put on the bikini?" "I took off my underwear and my bra, and then put back my blouse and skirt." "And how did your feel with any underwear?" Carla hesitated for a moment. "Do I really have to tell you?" "You know you do. It's part of your therapy. You HAVE TO OBEY my every command." "I felt sexy, and dirty, and free. And I did it for you, Professor Morgan." "For me?" "Yes, for you, Professor, because you're helping me to be uninhibited ..." Carla didn't know what else to say. "Carla, since you set up this room to look like a Club Med beach. I want you to imagine that you are on that beach, in a warm tropical setting. You can hear the waves gently breaking on the sand, the air is warm and the sky is clear and a beautiful shade of blue. You're totally alone on this beautiful beach." "Can I take off my clothes and work on my sun tan?" "Of course you can, Carla. Of course you can." Carla quickly shed her blouse and skirt. She sat facing Morgan in one of the cabana chair, with her legs tightly crossed. "I did something else, when I came home last night." Carla blushed again. "What was that, Carla?" "On the beach, I noticed that some of the women, the women without bikinis, had shaved or trimmed their ... pubic hair. I could never shave, you know, down there, but I just had the greatest urge to trim my hair so it wouldn't be so bushy. I used my husband's old beard trimmer, at the closest setting." "Do you want to show me?" Carla opened her legs slowly, and then spread them wide apart. Her naturally blonde pussy hair was trimmed to a very short blonde stubble. "That's very brave of you, very daring," Morgan praised his pretty subject. . "It's very hot on this beach, Carla," Morgan went on. "The sun reflects off the sand and can give you a wicked burn. I think you need some lotion on your breasts and private parts." "Don't be such a prude, Professor Morgan. You really mean on my tits and cunt." "Yes, I think I do." This was the new Carla, and she wouldn't remember any of this in the morning. Morgan retrieved the bottle of KY TOUCH MASSAGE 2-in-1 Warming Lotion and squeezed a large dollop onto her finger tips. He watched in amazement as she rubbed her already hard, beautiful pink nipples, and then the inner folds of her pussy. "This is so, so nice. I've got to get another bottle when this one runs out." Carla went on, "Last night I dreamed that you were with me on the Club Med resort. We were on the secluded part of the beach, and we were both naked. Isn't that strange?" "Not really, Carla. Dreams are a window to our subconscious. They sometimes reflect our secret desires," Morgan told her in a very serious voice. "What were we doing, Carla?" "We were both naked, and we were kissing." "Do you want me to take off my clothes, so you can show me exactly what happened in your dream?" "Yes, please, Professor Morgan." Morgan quickly took off all this clothing. He already had an erection. "You're bigger than my husband," Carla giggled, "You know, down there," as she pointed to his cock. Then she said giggled again. "I think we'd be more comfortable on the mattress," Morgan suggested. Once they were on the mattress, Morgan proceeded to kiss his subject on the mouth. "Did I kiss you like this," he asked. "Yes, only with more tongue, and then your kissed my breasts." "Like this?" "Oh, my, yes." "And then what happened, in your dream?" "You kissed my pussy. And I felt like you had done that before." "And then?" "Then you asked me to kiss your penis, to take it in my mouth and suck it. I couldn't and you were mad at me." "How did the dream end?" "I woke up in a sweat. I was touching my private ... in mean my pussy ... my cunt. I felt so dirty, so guilty. I'm so confused." "What makes you confused?" "In my dream, I wanted you to force me to kiss your penis, to make me suck you cock, to make me be your slutty girlfriend." Morgan got up on his knees, and moved closer to Carla's face. His penis looked huge. "Do I have to, you know, kiss it?" "It will be easier at first if you pretend you're licking a candy cane. Imagine you're a little girl licking a nice thick candy cane." Carla smiled at the hypnotist as she leaned over and stuck out her tongue. She licked the shaft of Morgan's cock, over and over. What she lacked in expertise, she made up for in enthusiasm. "Now take the tip of my cock into your mouth. Just the tip." "Just the tip?" "For now." Carla used her tongue of the tip of his penis, and it wasn't as bad as she though, so she started moving her head up and down on Morgan's thick cock. "I'm going to guide your head, so you know how to please me? Is that alright, Carla. In your dream, I forced you to suck my cock." "Please Sir, don't hurt me. I want to make you happy, but please don't hurt me." "I would never hurt you," Morgan said. He grasped Carla by the hair, two hands full, and guided her head up and down on his shaft. Faster and faster he moved her pretty face. It only took a few more minutes. "Do you know what's going to happen?" Carla nodded her head. Her mouth was stuffed with Morgan's cock, and she knew it wasn't polite to talk with her mouth full. "And you have to swallow. Can you do this, to make me very happy?" Again the pretty blonde nodded her head, and not a moment too soon. In a Trance Ch. 02 "Ahhhhh," Morgan moaned as he came in her mouth. He held her head tightly at first, to make sure she would swallow. Then he pulled out of her mouth, shooting the remainder of his cum on her waiting tongue. "Good girl," he praised her as she licked him clean. Then Morgan bent down and kissed her on the mouth. "I don't know what you did to me, but I feel so sleepy." Carla stretched and yawned as she licked the last bit of Morgan's cum from her lips. "Then it's time for bed, my pretty." Morgan carried her to her bed, turned down the covers, and put a second pillow under her head. "Carla, in a little while, you'll drift off into a natural sleep," the hypnotist told her. "I'll wait here until you do, and then I'll see myself out. You may dream of what happened, maybe not, but in the morning, you will not remember any of this. And I want you to phone me tomorrow, at my office, to schedule our next session. Phone at exactly 3:00 p.m. Do you understand what I'm telling you?" "Yes, Sir." Morgan waited five minutes, observed that Carla's breathing was deep and regular, dressed and left. Carla phoned the next promptly at three o'clock. The post-hypnotic suggestion had worked. But from her voice, Morgan sensed something was wrong. "My husband phoned me at work, this morning. I'm all upset." "Can you tell me about it on the phone?" "No, it's too personal. I don't have an office and I need to speak to you in private. I'm very upset and I just don't know what to do." "Is your husband still out of town?" "Yes." "Do you know when he's coming back," Morgan asked. "No. Please come over. I need to see you." "What time do you finish work," Morgan asked. "At five. I can be home at five – fifteen. Please be there." Morgan arrived before five, parked down the block, walked to her house, checked the garage to make sure her husband wasn't home. He had an Ohio concealed carry permit, but decided to leave the gun at home. He didn't want to shoot Carla's husband, even in self-defense. Morgan walked back to his car, drove the short distance to Carla's house, and waited. Carla arrived promptly at 5:15. She pulled into the garage, and lowered the garage door. Morgan was out of his car in a flash. He climbed the steps to her house and the door opened seconds later. "I'm so glad you came. I didn't know what to do. There was no one else I could call." "Please, sit down and tell me about it, this phone call from your husband." "He called at work right before lunch, to tell me he wasn't coming back. He told me that I was a frigid bitch, and that he met someone new, a hot new girl friend. I told him I wanted to be a good wife, but he never gave me the chance." "What was his response?" "He only laughed. I'm not frigid, Professor Morgan, am I?" "No, Carla, you're not frigid. You may be slightly inhibited, and we're working on that, but you're certainly not frigid. In fact, I think you have a very healthy libido." Morgan went on to ask if her husband had offered any kind of a settlement. "He said his lawyer would contact me. As soon as he said wasn't coming back, I turned on my tape recorder, the one hooked to the phone. I have it all down on tape, the part about his hot girl friend and me being frigid. Did I do the right thing, taping him?" "It may not be legal, but it will certainly put some pressure on him. If you're lucky, you may end up keeping the house. But I suggest that you get your own lawyer, and play the tape for her." Carla would need a very sharp female lawyer who did only divorce work, someone to help cut off her soon to be ex-husband's balls. "That's a big relief," Carla told him. "I was so nervous, all day, just thinking about this. Would you put me in a trance, just to relax? And I'll tell you about the strangest dream I had last night." Morgan did his "shoe-book-elephant" routine and instantly, Carla was asleep, deep asleep. "Carla, how well did you sleep last night?" "I slept soundly for several hours. But then I woke up, because I was cold. Somehow, I forgot to put on my pajamas and 'sleeping socks.' Roger, my husband, always wanted me to sleep in the nude. I tried it once, but it was too cold. I froze my ass off, and it wasn't the least bit erotic." "So you got up, put on a pair of PJ's and some socks, and went back to sleep?" "Exactly. Then is when I had the dream - that we were together on our honeymoon." "But you're married to what's his name – Roger." "Exactly. But the dream was kind of a prediction of the future. The phone call today – Roger leaving me." "Go on." "After Roger left me, I got a lawyer and I managed to keep the house as part of the settlement, and you got a teaching appointment at State, and we lived together for a while, right here in this house, before we decided to get married." "Interesting dream." Morgan didn't know what else to say. "We went on our honeymoon, to on of those island resorts, one that featured secluded nude beaches. You were rubbing me with the special lotion I really like. I insisted that we bring several bottles, so we wouldn't run out." "And where did I put this special lotion? Any place unusual?" "You know very well where you put it, silly. First, you did my tits, and then my cunt. I always like when you do that. Then I rolled over and asked you to do my bottom. You even put some of the lotion in my ... in my asshole. That felt really strange, but really nice. In my dreams, you're always touching my asshole, driving me crazy. Sometimes, at work, I daydream that we're 69ing, and you're playing with my asshole at the same time. It makes me feel really slutty, but I love it. Sometimes, at work, I have to go into the ladies' room. I can't help it, but I have to touch myself in both places, just thinking about you, fucking me first in my cunt, and then in my ass. That's what you did last night, in the dream. You fucked me in both places." "That's quite a dream you had last night." Morgan was convinced Carla wasn't playing him, that she still was in a deep trance. But to be sure, he induced anesthesia and pushed a long needle through the flesh of her arm. She never flinched. "You know, the beach chairs and mattress are still in the family," Carla went on after Morgan removed the needle. "I didn't have time to remove then this morning, because I woke up late. If you want, we can pretend we're at the beach." Morgan didn't know how much of Carla's dream would come true. But he did know that he would fuck Carla for the first time that very evening. And he couldn't wait to fuck her tight, sexy virgin ass after she sucked his cock and got him hard again. Of course, she would not remember any of this. And if they ever did go on a honeymoon to a tropical island resort, he would fuck her virgin ass for the very first time. In a Trance "Carla, the sun is very hot, and you don't want to get sunburned, especially on your pretty breasts." "So I want you to imagine that you're putting sun tan location on your chest and breasts. Be extra careful to get enough location on your pretty pink nipples." Carla went through the pantomime, caressing her nipples, murmuring softly. "Carla, you've noticed that some of the women are 'sans bikini,' as the French would say. You probably wonder what it would be like to be totally uninhibited." "Yes ..." "You're on a very secluded part of the beach. So why don't you wiggle out of your bikini bottom." "No one can see me?" "You're totally alone." "Then I guess it's OK." Carla stood, pushed her panties down and stepped out of them. She was a natural blonde, as Morgan had hoped. She was very sparse in the pubic hair department, and she looked good enough to eat. "Now Carla, the sun is very hot, so you need to put some cream on your legs and belly." "Yes, Sir." Carla again went through the routine of rubbing her legs and belly. Her legs were wide apart and Morgan could see her arousal was beginning to be visible. "Now Carla, there's one more thing. A sun burn on your 'private parts' can be very painful. So you'll want to use a special cream. Hold out your fingers and I'll give you some." The pretty young woman held out her hand, and Morgan squeezed a large dollop of KY TOUCH MASSAGE 2-in-1 Warming Lotion onto her finger tips. Her hand went between her legs, as Carla started to work the cream first into her pubic hair, and then into the fold of her pussy. "Oh, my, this is very nice," Carla murmured. "I think you also need some on your chest." Carla worked some of the magic cream onto her nipple. "Mmmmmm," "And some more between your legs." "It's so warm, so nice ..." as Carla caressed her pussy with more insistence. She stared to squirm, and then to squeeze her legs together. By luck, she found her clitoris. "Oh, my G-d. Ahhhhhhh." It came on slowly, building and building. Carla discovered that a finger in her pussy only increased the pleasurable sensation, as the pretty young woman continued to rub her clitoris. It only took a few more touches to push her over the edge. Carla had her first orgasm ever. It was a revelation.