2 comments/ 29586 views/ 4 favorites Hypno-Tryst Ch. 01 By: Hatsuda This story is my first submission, ever! I claim complete responsibility for any errors and omissions. I'm particularly thankful for the editorial assistance of Sappho Sister, without whose assistance my characters would have lacked substantial... well, character. It was late at night on a Monday, and I was very tired after a long day at work. Don't get me wrong, I didn't slave away at any corporate headquarters anywhere. I just happened to be one of those professionals lucky (or unlucky) enough to work at home. My forte was composing and compiling technical manuals of all types and shapes. Fortunately, my old military discipline proved invaluable in keeping distractions to a minimum during my work "day." The best part of this setup was I got to dress down, wearing just a sports shirt and shorts, and my old lined slippers. Ahhhh... 7:30pm, and I heard a knock at my front door. Now, I don't get many visitors these days, especially at night, and I was tired. Grudgingly, I plodded from my work-den to the front door and opened it to see who was interrupting my quiet evening. Relieved that it wasn't another salesman, I was greeted by my next door neighbor's wife, Linda. Her eyes were a little red, and she seemed pretty nervous, so I promptly showed her the way into my foyer. Seating her inside the entranceway, I once again found myself examining her slight frame with some wonder. Probably 5'3" or 4", petite and very pretty in a "Barbie Doll" kind of way, she had to be around 35 to 40 years old by now, although she looked perhaps ten years younger. Tonight she was wearing a rather tight white blouse, short-sleeved and unbuttoned nearly to her waist exposing a generous portion of her perfectly proportioned beasts. Her smooth, creamy cleavage was a welcome sight to these sore eyes. She had on a brief pair of shorts that accentuated her slim, shapely hips; something that I hadn't been this close to in quite some time. The faint, sweet aroma of her soft perfume seemed to gather my senses up seductively, and I momentarily forgot what we were about. Linda and I had never been close, although she and my ex-wife had enjoyed an active social relationship over the years that we'd lived here. Once my wife had left me a few years ago, I seldom had reason to come in contact with any of my neighbors, except to wave across the hedge whenever any of us would pass each other. Now, here she was, sitting in my foyer, all red-eyed and fretful, hands in her lap, eyes looking at the floor. Shaking my head to break her soft spell, I asked her what I could do for her. She glanced up at my face, and apologized for intruding on my evening. Brushing that aside, I told her that she was not intruding, that I'd just been putting away my work for the day. Beginning slowly, she related to me that she'd essentially been 'grounded' from watching one of her favorite game shows on TV by her husband, and he'd locked the program out of their cable system so that she couldn't view it even when he wasn't home, which was very often these days. This over yet another of their endless petty arguments. I'd known Fred and Linda for several years now, and although I never really gotten very sociable with either, I was quick to pick up on the fact that Fred had severe control issues. My ex-wife and I had visited them from time to time when we'd first moved into the neighborhood, but after some extremely tense moments upon our winning a few card games, we'd stopped attending these 'get-togethers' entirely. Only my ex-wife and Linda continued to slip out on shopping trips and such whenever Fred was out of town on business. I simply retreated back into my work-den to labor on various writing projects. Apparently Fred had used this latest action to punish his wife over some disagreement that they'd had just recently. She said that she'd yelled at him that she'd find somewhere else to watch her program then, to which he'd responded "fine; if you can find some other idiot to allow you to watch that stupid program, have at it!' At that comment, I suddenly didn't feel as complemented as I might have earlier by her visit. Apparently, I was the idiot that she'd chosen to make that request of. Putting the seemingly innocent insult aside, I quickly confirmed my suspicion that she was here to find out if I were willing to allow her to stop in here to watch her program whenever it was on. She quickly added that she'd not be a bother, and that she would abide by whatever rules that I might apply to her visits. Looking at her suddenly excited appearance, and the imploring manner in her request, I quickly assessed the proposition. Squirming in her seat and shaking her chest at me didn't hurt the case for her request, either. My work-den was in the east wing of my house, and the 'family-room', containing a 52 inch HD TV system was adjacent to that on the west side. Further west of that room was the kitchen area. The bathrooms in my house were in the eastern and western sides, thus allowing each of us to relieve ourselves in separate areas. Not being interrupted in my work at home was of the greatest importance to me, and if that could be assured, I couldn't think of any reason why this wouldn't work. I agreed. She informed me that her program came on three times a week, Monday, Wednesday and Friday at 5:00 pm, and lasted an hour. She asked me if she could start the following Wednesday, and I told her that was fine. I impressed upon her however, that I was still working during those hours, and wasn't to be disturbed. She was to alert me only when she was leaving my house to allow me to check the doors upon retiring for the night, and that was essentially it. DAY ONE On Wednesday evening, just around 4:30 pm, the doorbell rang. I'd almost forgotten the arrangement that I'd made with Linda about her TV program, but recovering quickly I went to the front door and let her in. Escorting her to the family room, I gave her a quick course on the management of my TV system, and showed her where the bathroom was, and introduced her to my kitchen. She'd brought some snacks for both her and myself, I guess as a courtesy for the use of my TV, and promptly settled in to view her program. I returned to my work in my den, and tried to forget about my very pretty guest in the next room. Like Monday, she'd dressed in ultimate comfort for herself; a snug yellow tank-top, accentuating her delightful breasts, and a pair of tight shorts that rode high on her thighs. I could see the imprint of her nipples against her top, acknowledging the coolness of my air-conditioning within the house. Her bare, shapely legs, tucked under her on the couch, was the last vision I took with me to my den that night. I found myself having difficulty in concentrating on my work that night. The picture of her in the next room, tucked up on the couch, watching her program kept intruding on my mind, and the vision of her prominent nipples kept rolling through my thoughts. I had to concentrate particularly hard on my work to get anything done that night. Just before the hour was up, I walked through the family room to go to the kitchen, just to see if everything were going all right. Linda was still curled up on my couch, concentrating on the last few minutes of her program. It was then that I came very close to agreeing with Fred's assessment of her viewing choice. It was a game show involving hypnosis, whereby the host hypnotist was mesmerizing contestants and compelling, or tricking them, into performing ridiculous tricks and acts for the amusement of the audience. She acknowledged my presence with a nod, and went back to her program. I continued to the kitchen and poured myself a drink, thinking that the old adage about the 'bubble-headed blond' might not really be so much a myth, and returned to my den. A few minutes later, Linda gently knocked on my door, and announced that she was leaving the house. While she had been watching her program, I'd given our arrangement some thought. If I didn't want to be interrupted in my work towards the evening on these days, it would be better if I gave her the means to enter and leave the house without bothering me. It would depend a lot upon trust, but the fact that I was home most of the time minimized my risk. I had decided to give Linda the house key that had previously belonged to my ex-wife, so she could let herself in and out on her TV nights. When I informed her of that decision, she quickly threw herself on me, hugging me tightly. Thanking me profusely, she seemed to be unaware of the affect that her body, warmly plastered against me, was having on my libido. That is, if you spell libido "cock." I quickly pulled myself away from her, hopefully before she discovered that I was even more grateful than her over my decision. DAY TWO It was nearly 5:30 pm on Friday that I remembered my arrangement with Linda. Curious, I decided to go to the kitchen to get a drink, naturally checking on the way whether my guest was in the house. As I passed from my den to the kitchen, I noted that Linda was indeed curled up once more in front of my TV, watching the program host hypnotize yet another of his guests, sending them off to perform ridiculous tricks. I got to the kitchen, poured myself a quick shot of orange juice, and turned to go back to my den. On my way through the family room, Linda turned around and said "Russ, come here for a minute and check this out..." Stepping behind the couch, I noticed that the host hypnotist was using a pause in the program to explain some of the routines that he used to put subjects under his control. I watched for a few moments, and found the whole process beyond the realm of reason. So, with a quiet chuckle and an apology, I excused myself to return to my den. As I sat down to begin my work again, I noted that I was slightly out of breath. I really hadn't done anything to exert myself to that extent, but I quickly put it out of my mind. It wasn't until I noticed the time that I had a bit of a shock. Both my computer and my clock displayed 6:30pm! I had left my room at 5:30pm to get a quick drink and return to my work. I had stopped to look at the TV briefly at Linda's request, but that had taken only a moment. I got up, and quickly returned to the family room to question Linda. The family room was empty, and the TV was off. I went to the front door to find it locked. I was beginning to think that this 'social' arrangement was already becoming too much of a distraction for me, if I was beginning to lose track of time. I needed my time-related discipline to continue to perform my work at home. I sat down, and tried to put together the series of events that led up to this state. It wasn't until I agreed to allow Linda to view her favorite program on my TV that things began warping out of predictability. My thoughts had slowly, well maybe not so slowly, begun to fill with thoughts of Linda, clothed; unclothed, in compromising positions; hell, in any position! I was becoming unable to concentrate fully on my work on those days that she was here. If she could only learn to dress up in sackcloth and ashes!. Sigh. As the weekend progressed, I thought more and more about the loss of time that I had encountered this past Friday. There had to be some explanation for that. Thinking back over the events of that evening, I could find nothing to account for it. The longer I thought about it on Saturday, the more it disturbed me. By now, I was a creature of habit, and there were very few surprises that broke into my life. I had to get to the bottom of it. Since I was already in the industry, I decided to install a computer-based surveillance system from my den to the kitchen, in order that I might observe myself and my activities during those particular hours. I had to find out what I might be doing during the lost minutes that might account for the time gap experienced in the evening. I only hoped it wouldn't show me drooling, unconscious in some corner of the house to be discovered by a colony of mutated cockroaches. It took me about half a day to set up the surveillance system, complete with sound that extended from my den, through the family room, to the kitchen. I was prepared to extend that system if the initial results showed me wandering out of this path. For obvious reasons, I did not inform Linda of this setup. DAY THREE Monday rolled around, and with minor misgivings I slipped into my regular routine of producing technical manuals for the IT industry. Around 5:10pm I wandered through the family room to see if my guest had arrived. She was already there, curled up on the couch as usual, and engrossed in the game show. I quietly slipped through the room to the kitchen, and made myself an orange juice cocktail. As I made my way back to the den, Linda looked around and invited me once again to check something out on the TV. As skeptical as I was after the first time, I reluctantly walked up behind her to see what was on the program. The host was again taking advantage of a break in the program to explain some of the finer details of imposing 'instant control' techniques over his hypnotic subjects. Again, after a few minutes, I excused myself to return to my den to continue work, shaking my head. When I returned to my den, I checked the time closely. Again, it showed about 6:30 pm, nearly one and a half hours after I strolled through the family room. I jumped up to question Linda again, but she was gone, the TV off, and the front door locked. This time though, I had the video display to help me piece it together. For some reason, I was exhausted once more, although I couldn't figure out why. Re-winding the video and setting it for play, I saw myself working at my desk, checking the time, and leaving the den. My image then walked through the family room to the kitchen. The time line seemed to be as expected. Once I had fixed myself the fruit cocktail, I saw my figure return back through the family room, until Linda stopped me to observe something on the TV. From that time on, things got a little strange. I remembered leaning over her shoulder to watch the TV screen, but I don't remember standing there frozen in that stance as long as it seemed. All the while I could see Linda's lips moving, speaking into my left ear. The sound system that I'd set up to enhance the video was not sensitive enough to pick up what she was saying, although I could pick up a word or two at times. Words like "...only my voice...," and "...my control...." She murmured something else into my ear, and I slowly stood up, and moved around to stand between her and the TV. Oddly enough, I found myself thinking that I didn't look that bad on video, for someone who was pushing 50 years old. Tall, fairly slender, with a shock of faintly graying hair hanging down on one side of my face. My habit of running 3 miles a day had kept me from turning into a complete 'computer blob' after all. As I pondered that, I suddenly brought myself back to what was unfolding on the video. I could hear her fairly clearly now that she had to speak up to the figure before her. She said, "Well, Russ; the first test worked out quite well, don't you think? You don't have to answer that, I already know the answer." With that statement, she gave out a little giggle. "Let me see now, what shall I have you do for me this time?" she continued. "I know," she said. "I've been housekeeping all day long, and my feet are tired. Kneel down here in front of me, and give me a wonderful foot massage." I slowly knelt down in front of her as instructed, and took off the sandals that she'd worn to my house. I then began to slowly massage her toes, moving through her arches and back to her ankles and back again. All of this I did with infinite care and, as I did so, Linda lay sprawled across the couch, moaning with pleasure. "That's so nice," she murmured to herself. Soon I saw her right hand slip down into her shorts and move slowly within. I zoomed in on the image and the jerking motion of her arm gave little doubt as to what she was up to. I zoomed out again and watched in awed fascination as she closed her eyes in rapt concentration. All the while, I sat at her feet, stroking her feet sensuously. By now Linda was gasping with delight. Her left hand unbuttoned her blouse deftly and ventured to her right breast which she began to rub adoringly, tweaking the ruby red nipple. Watching this little scene, I soon began feeling the heat of the whole situation myself, and my cock began to strain against the material of my shorts. Carefully unbuttoning my fly, I released my now-thoroughly aroused member, and began slowly stroking it as I watched the rest of the video. A little sweat began trickling down the back of my neck as I heard Linda blurt out her next command. "Lick my toes! Lick my toes!" she squealed. To my amazement, I saw myself slowly raise her feet to my lips and begin nibbling, running my tongue around each toe as lovingly as if it were her nipple or clitoris. Linda was evidently losing control. Her right hand accelerated its thrashing between her thighs, her left was squeezing her tits in a frenzy. On the couch she was writhing in self-inflicted ecstasies, biting her lips, moaning incomprehensible encouragements to me. Although I was pretty certain that I had no foot fetish, I found myself getting caught up in this thoroughly erotic scene, and sped up the pace with which I tried to satisfy the hunger of my own personal beast. It wasn't long before Linda froze for just a moment or two, shuddered, let out a giant breath, and groaned herself to an apparently powerful orgasm. I was nearly out of breath myself as I observed my figure continuing to treat her feet to my ministrations. She choked out a brief "Stop!" to catch her breath, and lay there breathing quite heavily for a few minutes as I knelt before her like an obedient puppy. She raised her right hand to her lips and licked her fingertips delicately, savoring her own juices. Once she had caught her breath, she murmured, "Now I have to see if your ex was right, then I'll let you go." "Come here, Russ," she instructed. When I'd done so, she slowly reached out her right hand, and gently slid it up the pant leg of my shorts, directly to my groin. Her eyes widened, and a wide smile began to extend across her face. "Ooh lala," she muttered. "Who's a big boy!" Apparently unable to control her curiosity, she fondled my cock to a powerful erection under my shorts, and withdrew her hand only to instruct me to unbutton and drop my shorts in order to free my very aroused member. Doing as she had asked, my cock now stood proudly jutting out and up, just a few inches from her face. She ran her fingertips over its length and cradled my balls with her hand. Grinning up at me, she whispered, "Mmm. Melikey, melikey a lot." She sat back on her haunches and, releasing me from her gentle grip, gazed at it fascinated for a few moments, and then instructed me to 'jack-off' in front of her. As I complied, she said laughingly, "Not so stuck up now, eh Russell?" Not believing what I was seeing myself doing on the monitor, I began to match my video counterpart in stroking myself off towards my long-awaited orgasm. It didn't take long. Long months of self-imposed celibacy had created a virtual dam behind which an explosive reservoir of cum was prepared to erupt. Since Linda had obviously excluded my mental senses from this process, she had no visual or audible signs from me to alert her when I was about to climax. My orgasm caught her completely by surprise! As I continued to milk my cock of sperm, ropes of the white, milky liquid erupted into her hair, on her face, across her chest and ultimately into her lap. "Oh baby!" she exclaimed, half-angry and half-delighted at the volcano that had engulfed her. "You needed that, didn't you?" She began to wipe the smears of cum from her cheeks with her hand. It was clear that we both had a mess to clean up. At least I had something handy to do it with; she did not. I saw her quickly looking around the immediate area for something with which she could clean herself. There wasn't anything, and she didn't want to leave me alone in that room to explore any further. Also, while checking around she apparently noted a couple of things that spurred her to faster action. Her TV program was over, and it was getting a bit late. Hypno-Tryst Ch. 01 She used her clothing to clean herself and me of my mess, and instructed me to get dressed. As I pulled up my shorts and buttoned myself up, she further instructed me to pick up my orange cocktail and return to my den, but not remember anything that happened to me after she'd interrupted my walk back to my den. That explained why I remembered only returning to my den tonight, and nothing else. After watching her leave my house in the video, I sat for a few minutes and tried to cool down. I couldn't believe how aroused I'd become watching that film. I now had some answers, but I hadn't expected the appearance of so many more questions. Although my situation showed a great deal of promise from an opportunity standpoint, I still needed to get some answers. For instance, I was always under the impression that the type of folks that were susceptible to hypnosis were, well...'airheads.' If that were true, I'd have to accept the possibility that I was one of 'that' type. Next, I'd have to find some way of eluding the hypnotic 'whatever' Linda was snaring me with, so that I could at least enjoy some of her simple perversions. Thinking out the scenario, it didn't seem very practical to let Linda know that I'd exposed her little 'trickery', because I felt that would certainly spook her into becoming too embarrassed in continuing any kind of relationship with me. Her last comment about being stuck up had bothered me somewhat. I never saw myself that way. I'd just tried to remain aloof to the type of situations that could have caused problems sometime later. However, I'd discovered that she was becoming quite intriguing to me, and I didn't want that to stop, at least not just yet. Just how she got as proficient at hypnosis as she obviously had was another question I wanted answered. I still had a hard time believing that I fell for her hypnotic skills that easily. It would at least give me a little of my pride back. Mostly however, I wanted to continue this little game to higher levels, but a bit more on my terms... Hypno-Tryst Ch. 02 This is the 2nd chapter of a story between an inevitable encounter between Russ Comer, a free-lance author and technical writer, and his next door neighbor Linda. To fully appreciate the flow of this story, I recommend reading the 1st Chapter of "Hypno-Tryst." As always, I take the blame for all errors and omissions in it's content... * I was swamped with questions, and no clear way to come up with answers. Linda was the focal point of countless bouts of masturbation years ago when my ex and I first moved into the neighborhood. Only the fact that she was firmly married to Fred prevented me from making a move on her. Now, several years later, she was apparently making a predatory move on me, seemingly to satisfy her own passions. Just a toy! What about Fred? Now there was a brute if there ever was one. I certainly didn't want to tangle with him, under any circumstances! It was my ex-wife's frigidity that finally broke us up a few years ago, and now I had no desire to be put through that 'pig!; filthy animal!' scenario again. We'd begun to have problems in this area long before we moved into this neighborhood, so I'd taken refuge in sexual fantasies involving those with whom we regularly came in contact. Linda was most certainly one, but much too close to home to become really comfortable with. But now I wondered, how did I ever manage to come under her control? I'm assuming at this point that hypnotism had something to do with it, but how? The only contact that I'd ever had with hypnosis was in my post-graduate work in college, many years ago. My best friend Lennie, who was doing his internship in psychiatry at that time had tried to hypnotize me at one of our frat parties, but was unable to do so. He was now practicing his 'dark art' somewhere in the city, but contacting him for information about hypnosis would only open more emotional wounds. Would it be worth the effort? Lennie and his wife had been very protective of me over the years, disapproving of my choice of Kathy as a wife, despite even my own misgivings. After my relationship with her had 'tanked', and I had begun to bury myself into my work, Lennie and his wife had spent a great deal of time trying to 'break me out of my shell', as they called it, and get me back into circulation. Finally, our contacts had faded away over the past couple of years, primarily because I was getting more resistant to their efforts to get me 'hooked' up again. Oh well, I could either spend a great deal of time researching hypnosis on-line, or I could brave the efforts of my good friend to reconnect me with society, and probe his brilliant mind for the keys to my curious problem. Reluctantly, I picked up the phone and called his office. Once connected, we struggled through the pleasantries necessary after all this time, and I fed him a 'cock-and-bull' story about doing a project on the various aspects of hypnosis. Even though he knew I was a writer, he was a little suspicious of my intentions, but he agreed to meet with me after he got off work on Wednesday evening. This would complicate things a little bit, since the next episode of Linda's program would air at 5:00 pm on Wednesday, and I wanted to get something in place before my next encounter with her. But, I figured that I could drag the meeting out long enough to arrive back at my house after she had left this time. Hopefully I could get a plan together with whatever information I could extract from Lennie. Tuesday was spent trying to get caught up on my tech-writing assignments, but I found myself getting distracted by the recollections of the past encounters with the 'new' Linda. It seemed that I was condemned to live with a perpetual 'hard-on' from now on. I couldn't get the image of her toying with my body like an instrument out of my mind, using me for her own self-satisfaction. All I could think about was the mental picture of her stroking herself while I whacked off in front of her; as a matter of fact 'ON' her. The soft fragrance of her perfume seemed to have taken control of my senses, and I could smell it everywhere in my house. How could I get this woman out of my mind? One thing was undeniable; she was bloody gorgeous! Had I met her before Kathy, it would have been a 'slam-dunk!' Obstacles... She was married to a monster big enough to twist me into little pieces if he wanted to. Nor was I inclined to become a 'home-wrecker', despite any desires to the contrary. One thing I had never done while married to Kathy was betray my vows, no matter how strongly I may have felt justified to do so, up until now. But, the barrier having been breached by Linda, I felt I needed a chance to even the score, at least once, to redeem my dignity. Damn! I seemed to be in a constant state of heat recently. I couldn't concentrate on my work, couldn't think of anything but Linda's soft white skin, her blue eyes, her display of passion in my presence. My balls were aching all the time now, at least until I could find a few moments to relieve myself into a tissue or two. If only my presence in her little tableaus could respond in a way that would satisfy me, I thought, at least I could... She was getting way too deep under my skin right now... Wednesday rolled around, and I tried my best to concentrate on catching up on my writing work until my appointment with Lennie came around. Finally, at 4:30pm I left the house to meet Lennie in his office downtown. As it seemed to be a habit by now, I again reviewed the activities of this past week. Yeah, I was exhausted lately, but in a way that I could happily continue forever. I was really torn between revenge and giving in to the feelings that were quickly taking over my life. When we met, I had to apologetically explain away my isolation for the past couple of years, and promise that I'd get together once again with Elaine and him for dinner one day soon. Once we overcame that uncomfortable little scene, I explained to him my need for some background material for an article that I was preparing for one of my clients on hypnosis. He cautiously began explaining the background of hypnosis, from the middle ages to the present. Much of this information was 'blah-blah' to me because of my exposure to countless TV documentaries, but one thing caught my attention right away. He was explaining the process of instant induction; whereby a subject could be brought to a hypnotic state by the use of some 'trigger' word or phrase, or some repetitious external stimulus. As a matter of fact, he stated, he had a package from some salesperson received some many months ago that he had purported would bring someone to a hypnotic state quickly through the use of rhythmic flashes of small strobe lights in a particular cadence. He reached into his bottom drawer and brought out a package containing three small strobe lights, an instructional manual on how to set up the system and the metrics used to produce the desired effect, a DVD containing the software program that controlled the flashing cadence, and the connecting cables to whatever TV I chose to use it on. He also laughingly added that the concept of using strobe lights for inducing hypnosis had already been thoroughly discredited over the years. He also admitted that he'd never tested the package out, hence his willingness to pass it on to me. But, he insisted that I return it however, when my project was completed. Although I didn't achieve my most important goal from our meeting; that of finding the perfect tool of retribution to Linda's intrusion into my life, I did obtain a possible instrument whereby I might get her under my power at last. What I would do with her once I obtained this power over her, I still hadn't given a great deal of thought. Exchanging pleasantries after our meeting, and agreeing to countless promises of future contacts, I left his office to return home. It was already nearly 7 pm when I reached my house, and although I was nearly certain that Linda had already viewed her program and left I cautiously entered my house and strolled towards the back bedroom to prepare for the following Friday. As I strolled through the family room towards my den and from there to my bedroom, I noticed a figure huddled up on the couch in front of my HD TV. It was Linda, who had apparently fallen asleep in front of the TV after her program had finished. Standing there for just a moment, noting that the brief denim mini-skirt that she'd worn over this evening had hiked nearly to her waist, and that her blouse had popped open just enough to expose the smooth skin of her inner breasts. My cock had already begun to respond to this scene, much to my annoyance. My heart quickened a bit; but I took a deep breath and approached her, intending to wake her and send her on her way home. I should have known better, because as I touched her shoulder, she turned to look at me, and suddenly my life took on a voyeur outlook. She had obviously said something to me; something that I couldn't discern, and she had me firmly in her grasp. I could sense that I was in store for yet another bout of sexual enslavement, and I was beginning to have mixed feelings about that. I stood there like a complete idiot, watching Linda rise from the couch, a smile on her face. She looked at me carefully, and moved around my back as if to inspect her prize. As she slowly circled my body, she casually caressed my ass with her fingertips. My body began to respond to her touch, muscles tensing under her touch. My cock, already under her spell, was already trying to break through the front of my shorts. Traitor, I thought. As she returned to the front of me, I could see that she immediately noticed my somewhat aroused condition. She smiled again and raised herself to her tiptoes, hands behind my neck, pulling my head down, and firmly kissed me on my mouth. Now, I've been kissed before, but I don't ever recall the kind of passion that she put into that simple gesture. I never thought women could kiss like that! She pushed her tongue into my mouth, moving it everywhere there was space inside my head to move. I was so overwhelmed by this move that I briefly forgot where I was, and the condition I was in. Breaking the kiss suddenly, she looked me straight in the eyes and said, "You will not have a climax before I tell you to." She must have been psychic; I was quite ready to 'bust a nut' in the brief time that she'd had me under her control this evening. "I don't want a surprise mess to clean up like I had last time" she said. As I watched her say that, I noted that she was still smiling. She reached out and hooked her forefinger in the clasp of my belt, and snapped it open. From there it was easy street for her, unzipping my shorts and releasing my raging cock. Once again, I was standing before her, with my cock pointed directly between her beautiful eyes, and my whole body on the verge of explosion. I was suddenly torn between the prospect of yet another erotic adventure with this gorgeous woman, and my continuing desire to get even with her for taking over my life. At this point, however, I knew I had no choice. Watching my cock keeping in time with my pulse in front of her face, Linda reached out and gradually scraped her fingernails along the shaft, halting at the head to pinch it between her thumb and forefinger. My whole body was electrified! Leaning forward, she placed her mouth gently around the head of my cock, and nibbled ever so lightly. My body was beginning to vibrate like a tightly strung bowstring, and I had no immediate source of relief. Moving down the side of my shaft, she quietly hummed to herself, raising my level of emotional intensity to new heights. As she was doing all this, she was softly massaging my balls with her left hand. She stopped for a moment, and I heard her say quietly; "You ignored me all this time, Russ, and I don't know why. Kathy always told me how sex-crazed you were, but I've never seen it! How I envied her!" Of course I ignored her, I thought! She was a married woman! To a thug! What is she thinking? Sex-crazed? What the hell was she talking about? Kathy was as cold as the ice-tray in my freezer! My cock spent more time in my palm than it did in her! But I couldn't say anything under the circumstances. What she did next surprised me a bit. She unbuttoned her blouse, and I saw that she indeed didn't have a bra on. Lifting her lovely breasts in each hand, she wrapped them around my already painfully hard cock. Looking up at me she said, "Fuck me, Russ; fuck me..." I slowly began to push and pull my cock through the tunnel between her tits. I was beginning to reach a point of critical mass! My balls were so ready to explode that I was wondering if even her power over me would be able to stop me from erupting! She leaned her body into mine, and while I was thrusting against her torso, she reached between her legs with her right hand, and began stroking herself furiously. At the same time, she reached behind me, and parting my ass-cheeks, she slowly dragged her fingernails across my asshole. It was like a bolt of lightning! Fortunately, she shouted out at the same time; "Cum!" It was as if my entire body had come apart! My knees had suddenly turned to jelly, and I thought I was about to pass out. She had timed my explosion such that I sprayed my cum over her breasts, emptying my balls in agonizingly relieving pulses on her while she continued to service herself. I recovered just about the time I heard her scream out in ecstasy! I'm guessing that we both had a successful launch! After a moment or two, she raised her hand to my mouth and ordered; "Lick my fingers, big boy." The musky taste of her pussy juices, with the subtle scent of her body in general, was probably the most powerful aphrodisiac that nature could have provided. My body began to react once again to the passions we'd just experienced, but she began to sense that she'd already dallied too long. Ordering me to dress myself once more, she carefully cleaned her chest of my offering to her passions. Once she had wiped herself clean, she brought the tissue to her nose, and deeply inhaled. I saw her eyes glaze over for just a moment, then she quickly put the tissue into her handbag, and closed it. Now having dressed myself, an easy job since I was never overdressed to begin with, Linda stood up slowly, and placed her arms around my neck once again, drawing my face down to hers. For several moments, she simply stared into my eyes. I thought for a moment that I could see her eyes fill up, and a couple of tears actually rolled down her cheeks. Confused, I could do nothing but wait for what she now had in store. She quickly brought her mouth to mine, muttering "kiss me, Russ, until I tell you to stop." I had no problem complying with that order, and we immediately set about fencing passionately with our tongues, exploring each other's mouths with an urgency that surprised even me! The sudden thought of not having her around began to worry me all of a sudden. I tried to shake that thought, but to no avail. All too soon, she broke our kiss, and said something that surprised me even more. "I love you Russ, more than you've ever guessed. But, I'm running out of time, and I don't know what I have to do next to make you mine for good!" With that puzzling statement, she ordered me back to my den to wait 10 minutes before coming back into this room again. I obediently plodded back to my den, sat down at my computer, and began going through the motions of completing some of my tardy work. As I dutifully shuffled papers to line up assignments, I suddenly noted something unusual; I could remember everything that had happened in the past 45 minutes! Linda had neglected to instruct me to forget everything that had happened, and I was still flushed with the end results of our recent passionate exercises. My cock quickly began to relive everything that had happened, and I was confronted with the necessity of relieving myself once again to take the emotional pressure off our encounter. Once the dust had settled, and I was again able to assess what had taken place, I resolved to reclaim what dignity I thought I'd lost over the past couple of weeks, but I was less sure about how I wanted this whole exercise to end. I was strongly attracted to this woman, but I was not willing to get involved in some clandestine situation that would eventually put me at odds with her husband! That might close the final curtain for me, and although I wasn't the most ecstatic human on the planet right now, I WAS alive. I now had about a day and a half to put a plan together to get back in charge with this young vixen! Given my familiarity with the 'net', and technology, I should be able to put together a plan to turn the tables on this little 'schemer.' ...to be continued... Hypno-Tryst Ch. 03 This is the 3rd chapter of a story between an inevitable encounter between Russ Comer, a free-lance author and technical writer, and his next door neighbor Linda. To fully appreciate the flow of this story, I recommend reading the 1st two Chapters of "Hypno-Tryst." As always, I take full blame for all errors and omissions in it's content... * Since I'd been entranced (literally) by my next door neighbor for the past couple of weeks, against my will, I'd been trying to put together a plan to turn the tables on her, and regain some sense of dignity for myself. My good friend Lennie, who now practiced the 'dark art' of psychiatry in some clinic uptown, had been so kind as to give me considerable information on the parts and processes of hypnotism along with a light contraption of dubious value. I left him thinking that I was working on a writing project for a client, but readers of this story know better. After my latest humiliation, I spent the rest of the evening, well into the early morning hours doing research on the package that Lennie had passed on to me, and I was beginning to feel like I'd gotten a 'pig in a poke.' The process of inducing hypnosis on any subject by having them observe a series of flashing lights had been largely discredited, despite occasional reports of young adolescents tripping out on certain animations that displayed a calliope of flashing colors. Waking up early the next morning, I made it a mission to find out all I could about the 'system' that Lennie had loaned me. I already knew my way around all the internet search engines because of the nature of my work, and I used this knowledge to find out everything that had ever been printed online about hypnosis. Much of what I discovered was pure crap, but I slowly began to discover more obscure algorithms of rhythmic flashing lights that were purported to induce a form of 'instant' hypnotic induction. The major problem I had was time, and the lack of a suitable laboratory to test them in. I began to scour the internet more thoroughly than I'd ever done before, and I finally began to find a preponderance of evidence pointing to one particular system of subtle flashing lights, demonstrating a nearly 88% success rate in suitable subjects. By the time I'd absorbed the content of this obscure but in-depth article on the 'instant induction' technique, it was very late into Thursday night, and I had little time to set up the system on my flat screen for my 'guest' the following evening. I was getting a bit groggy by the time I'd programmed the new algorithm into the device that Lennie had given me, and hooked it up to my entertainment system. I'd just managed to test the on/off switch before I had to give it up and go to sleep. I didn't have a great deal of confidence in my research, or my handiwork, but it was the best I could do in the time I had left. Waking up late that Friday, I found myself unable to concentrate on anything but the drama that would unfold late that afternoon, when Linda would be coming by to view her program on my TV. I also could not erase the images of her manipulation of me and my body the previous Wednesday night. The sight of her smooth, white, silky breasts; and the feel of my cock pushing up between them was blinding me to anything I'd planned on accomplishing today, and her scent was still lingering throughout my house, keeping my cock on high alert! Thinking about what I might be doing later that evening, I refrained from the incredible urge I had to masturbate to those images. But that effort was beginning to take its toll on me by the time that Linda knocked on my door that afternoon. I could barely control my emotions when I opened the door and let her into my house. As usual she was wearing a very brief pair of denim shorts, and a short-sleeved blouse which she had left unbuttoned at the bottom, and tied just beneath her breasts. It was easy to imagine that she had no bra on under the blouse. I was too quickly finding myself coming under her influence again, and we had yet to approach the 'battle-ground.' Sweaty hands, erect cock, (carefully concealed under my shorts), and the realization that I was crossing a very dangerous line that afternoon was beginning to make me a bit fearful of what I was planning for that night. Figuring that I had nothing further to lose, I left Linda on the usual sofa in front of the TV, and retired to my den. I was determined however, not to enter the entertainment area until I was certain that her program had finished, and that the induction program had ample time to do its work with her; if in fact it did work. Certainly, if it didn't, I'd be subjected to the same rather humiliating sexual gymnastics as her previous visits had imposed upon me. Nonetheless, I spent an incredibly long time in my den that evening, sporting an almost painful boner. Eventually, gathering my courage about me, I quietly approached the entertainment area to see if my scheme had actually worked, or if Linda had completed her TV show and departed. Peeking carefully through the doorway, I saw her sitting upright on the couch, apparently still watching the television, although her program had finished nearly an hour before. Softly stepping closer to the couch, I noticed that she seemed to be looking 'through' the screen, rather than at it. My heart began to pound in my chest, and I was suddenly aware of my heartbeat in my temples as I moved closer to her. The lights were still softly blinking out the series of rhythmic pulses that I'd programmed, so the first thing I did was to turn the system off. As instructed by the brochure included with the system, I immediately addressed her by name, and instructed her to focus her entire consciousness on my voice, and only my voice. At the sound of my voice, she turned her head towards me, and softly answered, 'Yes...' Watching her respond to my directions, I became encouraged to take things to the next stage. I instructed her to stand and face me, arms at her side, so I could closely examine her face to make sure that she wasn't pulling some kind of scam on me. Standing before me now, I had to marvel at her clean, simple beauty. I almost forgot the incredible 'captivating' episodes that she had involved me in these past several days. Soft blonde hair, bright blue eyes, flawless skin, full sensual lips, perfectly proportioned body and that soft, sensual scent that I'd come to associate with her presence, gave me even more reason to envy the thug to whom she was married. But, I quickly remembered, it was she that had crossed the line when she invaded my solitude and toyed with my sexual emotions! If things went as I now imagined they might, my payback would be total and quite enjoyable, if not for her, certainly for me. Moving around her figure I took in every detail of her body that I could, leaning in briefly at her back to inhale the scent of her at the crook of her neck. As I did so, she sighed briefly, and I observed goose-bumps rising on the upper part of her arm. The effect this was having on me was getting a bit intense, and I knew that I had to do something soon to relieve the pressure that was building up in my groin. Assuring her with my voice that I was her friend, master and guardian, I suggested to her that she might be a bit overdressed for the high temperature in the room, and that I'd help her get more comfortable. To that suggestion she simply replied, "Yes...thank you..." Carefully, not having had any real experience in hypnosis or induction, I reached out and began unbuttoning her blouse, expecting her to lash out at me any moment, exposing my stupidity to my shame. But surprisingly, nothing happened. As I continued to unbutton her blouse, she remained absolutely calm and composed, watching my face with intent confidence. Finally, untying the knot beneath her breasts, I opened the blouse to my view. I sucked in my breath, despite having seen her breasts before, as once again I was presented with these flawless tits, remembering her ordering me to slide my cock between them until I came just days before. I reached out to fondle them, weighing each one in my hands, finally taking her nipples between thumb and forefingers, twisting them slightly until she trembled. My cock was still stiff as an iron pole and demanding more attention that I'd been giving it 'til now. Bending over slightly, I took her right nipple in my mouth and began sucking on it, exacting a satisfying moan from Linda. Continuing my exploration, I licked my way across her chest to her left nipple, sucking on that one as well, and then nibbling on it until she once again moaned. Having her under my control was beginning to become intoxicating to me, and I wanted this to last as long as possible. Stepping back from her, I reached down to unbutton her denim shorts. Once I'd done that without protest, I slowly slid them over her hips, and down to her ankles. Again stepping back, I had to admire the sight before me. Now half-naked, her beautiful tits topped an equally shapely and beautiful set of smooth, long legs, ending in the sweet delta between them, covered now only by a powder blue thong that revealed, rather than concealed the treasure beneath. Moving closer to her, I hooked my fingers into the strings on each side of her hips, and slid the thong down to her ankles as well. On one knee, I was now at face level with her neatly trimmed pubic hair, which did not quite cover the lips of her pussy. A natural blond, I chuckled to myself. Absolutely lovely! I noted that her pussy lips were slightly swollen, and already quite damp with her juices. Inhaling deeply, I caught the subtle musky scent of her treasure, which coupled with the now familiar scent of her perfume was having an intense effect on me. Emboldened by her lack of protest, I stood up once more and moved behind her, beginning to slowly caress her neck and shoulders with my hands, then replacing them with my lips, nibbling her earlobes and along the crook of her neck. Moving my hands slowly down the sides of her arms, I gently massaged her limbs, sliding down to her fingertips. Then, drawing my hands back up her sides, and then to her tits, I began massaging her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers once again. I loved the sound of her moaning beneath my hands, and I wanted to hear her again. My cock was beginning to ache now with a need for release that wasn't going to be denied much longer. Thinking back over the past episodes where Linda had her way with me, I figured that my quickest 'request performance' would have to be a complete and thorough blow-job, this time under my direction, not hers. To set the scene for a long run, I kept suggesting to her that the sound of my voice would cause her to become sexually aroused, and that the more she heard my voice, the more aroused she'd become. By now she was already fidgeting and squirming in what I suspected was a response to the sound of my voice. This, I thought, would be the real test as to whether she was indeed under my control or not. As an afterthought, I told her that she'd remember everything that happened to her this evening. I wanted her to know that I'd gotten even for her little sneaky mind-control scheming this past week or so. Instructing her to kneel in front of me, I simply told her to take off my shorts, and my boxers. She immediately reached up and unbuttoned my shorts, allowing them to fall to the floor and with a little effort, she'd wrestled my boxers over my very erect cock, allowing them to drop to the floor as well. When she had finished, she was looking directly at my cock, which was pointed directly between her eyes. I noticed that she had a small frown on her face as she looked at my cock, so I gently pulled her face towards my groin, and as she neared it she automatically opened her mouth and engulfed my dick entirely. To be quite honest, the warm, wet feel of her mouth around my cock nearly popped my nut right there on the spot, and I really had to dig in with major will power when she began to softly suck while working her tongue along my cock shaft. She then began massaging my balls at the same time, making it almost impossible for me to hold out much longer. Without warning, my balls tightened, and I began to spew heavy shots of cum into her beautiful mouth. Unlike those times where she had directed my cock at her chest, she kept on sucking and swallowing until I was completely exhausted. Finally I had to pull her mouth off my cock, because the tip was getting a bit too sensitive from the friction. A good feeling, but I wanted this night to last, especially for me. My knees a little weak, the pressure gone for the time being, I stood there for a moment wondering what I should do next. Suddenly, I felt a little like the neighborhood dog, chasing cars every day; finally catching one, then wondering what the hell to do with it.. I hadn't really given much thought as to what I would do if this goofy setup actually worked! I had one of the loveliest women I'd ever met in my house, apparently under my complete control, and stark ass naked, and I hadn't put together a plan as to what to do to her; or with her. I'd gotten my most immediate need taken care of, but she had managed through the past week and a half, to get almost completely under my skin! The house looked bare without her, and even then it smelled like her. I'd waited anxiously for her to show up on her show nights, and now I was beginning to wonder what my life would be like if she didn't drop by anymore. I was beginning to think that she'd hypnotized me into more than just a few sexual escapades. Dammit! As I stood there, admiring her beauty, a plan began to form in my mind. While I seemed uncertain where I needed to go with this whole situation, she always seemed to know exactly what it was she wanted to do. Also, there was that odd comment that she'd made to me the last time she had me in her power. She'd told me, just before she left that night; that she loved me, more than I'd ever known! What was the deal with that? I needed answers now, as much as I sensed I needed her in my life from this time on. I imagined the obstacles I might have to overcome to get her, but... Wait a minute! Answers! This would be an ideal opportunity to get some straight answers from this woman! Warming up to my task, I instructed Linda to always reply to any questions put to her by me with the absolute truth. "Do you understand this instruction?" I asked. "Yes," she replied. "The truth to any questions from you..." she continued. Satisfied that I'd probably get the answers that I wanted from her, I began. "How did you ever manage to come into my life and get control of me?" I asked. As I finished this question, I noticed that she was squirming around, and displaying a nice rosy blush across her face and upper chest. Ahhh... I thought. I'd given her instructions to get horny at the sound of my voice. Heh! Ok, Ok... SHE might be a bit of a sadist, but I had more earthy, urgent and directly pleasurable things on my mind, so I cancelled that command with some regret. Once again, Linda wrinkled her brows into a little frown, and after a moment began to answer the question. "My boss accidentally gave me the induction word that he used years ago to put you into a hypnotic state, so I decided that I had nothing to lose if I could somehow manage to get your attention by using it." Induction word? Hypnotic state? Her boss? I was even more confused than ever. I didn't even know she had a job, figuring that she was pretty much a 'trophy wife' for her asshole husband. I had to know more. Hampering my curiosity was the real world fact that I'd been sitting on the edge of the sofa, staring directly at the soft, damp triangle of her sex. Despite this distraction, and the fact that my cock had decided that it was time to pay attention to the sights before me, I had to ask her, "Just who is your boss, anyhow?" Her face lit up, and she said, "Dr. Lennie Boothe, of course. Almost one year now." Things were taking a bit of a scary turn now, I decided. Lennie? Gimme a break! Taking a next cautious step, I asked, "How did you meet Lennie?" Still smiling, Linda said, "I had to attend a 'marriage counseling' session with him just before Fred and I divorced, but Fred never showed up. He skipped off with his secretary to parts unknown. Once Dr. Boothe found out that I had a degree in Clinical Psychology, he hired me to fill a vacant position in his clinic, just about a year ago." This was becoming more and more interesting, I thought. So Linda was single, had been for some time, and working for Lennie as a Clinical Psychologist. But I was still puzzled by the 'induction word,' and why she'd lied to me when she finagled her way into my home that first afternoon. I needed to get those answers quickly, because my body was already betraying my logic, becoming hard and erect in those places that defied my control. "Linda, just what is this 'induction word' stuff that you were talking about?" I asked. "And why did you lie to me about your husband not allowing you to watch your special program online when you came to my house the first time?" "One day," she continued, " Dr. Boothe was explaining to me the different phases of hypnotic induction in therapy, and brought your college experience up as an example. He told me that he'd prepared you for an induction experience in a small frat group years ago, and while the induction had worked, you reacted so strongly against any idea of losing control that he gave you a post-hypnotic suggestion that the session was a failure, and swore the other two frat members to secrecy. During that explanation, he inadvertently mentioned the induction word to me." She went on, "I lied about my husband forbidding me to watch my favorite program because I hadn't communicated with you in so long, I wasn't sure of how to get into your confidence again without suspicion. I figured the least risky method would be to appeal to your sense of chivalry, and once I'd gotten into your refuge, take things from there." While these explanations were interesting, my cock was beginning to ache once more for the possession of her flesh. I had been sitting there gazing idly at her golden-triangle, now damp with her juices, and smelling that sweet scent of her arousal during all this time, and my cock had become impatient with my delay. I simply had to taste her, feel her, and to enjoy as much of her as possible, just in case this was my last opportunity to take advantage of her gorgeous charms! But, before I did that, I had to make sure that she wouldn't be able to again put me in a state of helplessness, so I gave her my most important post-hypnotic command. I couldn't ask her what the induction word was, because I wasn't sure what my response would be once I heard it, so I simply told her that she would never be able to speak the word in my presence again. I made up my mind to have Lennie erase the word from my mind at the first opportunity. Mostly because there were a couple others who knew it, and I could never tell when I might run into them again. Standing, I picked Linda up in my arms, and walked to my bedroom just down the hall a bit, and gently lay her on my bed. Removing my shirt, I got onto the bed next to her and began the process of kissing my way down her body, relishing every part of her I could reach. Nibbling on her hardened nipples again elicited the moans and groans from her that so entranced me earlier. Moving slowly down her belly, stopping briefly to dip my tongue into her navel, I then quickly moved my lips down into my ultimate goal. Inhaling deeply, I slowly slid my tongue from the bottom of her pussy to the top, flicking the tip across her clit. I heard a satisfying squeal as her hips bucked up into my face, and a deeper groan as I sunk my tongue as deeply as I could into her very juicy pussy! As I savored the taste and heady aroma of her aroused passion I sought to reach every spot reachable between the crack of her ass to the top of her cunt! I was in sexual heaven! Hypno-Tryst Ch. 03 From the way Linda thrashed about the bed under my touch, I knew she was enjoying herself as well. The only command I'd given her was to obey my commands, and to tell the absolute truth whenever I questioned her. Beyond that, if I gave no command, she was free to react as she wished. Finally, after flicking her clit a couple more times with my tongue, I moved down just a few inches and tried to jam it into her asshole as far as I could! With a loud breathless groan, she grabbed the sides of my head and tried to pull me into her crotch as hard as she could, arching her back, and digging her heels into the bed! She held that position for a few moments, shuddering through a massive orgasm before she fell back onto the bed, exhausted. Finally able to take a breath, I pulled my head reluctantly from between her thighs, sitting back on my heels to admire the results of my work, and her beautiful body. She lay there before me on the bed, breathing heavily, her flawless skin lightly covered with a thin layer of perspiration. I just knew that I had to keep seeing her, but things had gotten complicated of late and I was uncertain now what might happen once this night had come to an end. I had one thing left to do, and the call of my body was getting much too strong to resist. Lying down beside her once more, I leaned into her face and began to kiss her softly, first her eyes, then her nose and finally her mouth. Looking back down her body, I slowly caressed her breasts, alternately tweaking her hardened nipples between my thumb and forefinger, just enjoying the sounds of pleasure that softly blew through her pursed lips. I moved my left hand softly down to the golden delta between her thighs, rubbing my fingers through the warm damp center of her pussy. As I continued to stroke my fingers between her vaginal lips, Linda increased her moans, blowing them in puffs against the side of my face. Then, she brought her arm up to pull my body over onto hers. Once I had settled onto her body, she spread her legs, raised her knees and reached between us, grasping my cock to direct it deep into her body. From this point on, it was a real test of my will power to keep from exploding on the spot! I had to restrain the hip movements she had begun in order to keep myself from filling her too quickly. I wanted this to last as long as possible, but it was soon looking as though this performance was going to have to be a 'double-header,' as stopping the strokes was as erotically compelling as moving. Without warning, my balls convulsed, and spurt after spurt of my come began to fill the vision beneath me, releasing a tremendous wave of pent-up sexual tension from my body! I was disappointed with my performance of course, but the time for regrets was for later. I supported my body on my elbows, trying to keep my weight from bearing down on her body while I tried to catch my breath. I was too exhausted to even pull out of her, and I vaguely wondered if she had any protection from my rather 'spontaneous' outburst. The realization that her heels were still buried in my ass-cheeks made me a little more comfortable about that situation however, as it occurred to me that I couldn't have pulled out if I had to! Resting there a few minutes, still embedded in this wonderful lady, I was surprised to feel a very gentle massage around my semi-deflated cock! I was beginning to feel that my traitorous cock had probably met its horny little match! Glancing down at her face, I found her looking straight into my eyes. Her hands came up to the sides of my face, and she pulled me into a deep passionate kiss, her tongue tracing a tremendously sensuous path inside my mouth! That, and having the fingers of her hands begin running through my hair began to have powerful effects on my 'monster below,' and I soon began to feel myself swelling into her delicious cunt once more! This time, I decided to allow her to be the director of this act, as she was managing to get all the right action into our scene! I was not disappointed, and soon the magical muscles in her cunt had massaged my cock into yet another 'take!' As if we were designed for perfect, synchronous rhythm, we soon began to move in unison, stroking slowly in and out, also exploring each other's bodies with hands and lips. Having already surpassed my quota of ejaculations for the week, I felt supremely confident that I could give her a much better account of myself than before! Pumping my cock in and out of her pussy with slow easy strokes, I noted that she had no difficulty matching me. Neither of us was in any hurry to bring this delightful exercise to an end. After several long minutes of trying to crawl inside each other's bodies, I took note of Linda's acceleration in hip movement, and I had no choice but to complement it, the rhythm having bound me to her through pure pleasure. I could think of nothing more important now than maintaining my contact with her. Her whimpering was sounding softly in my ear, with more and more urgency, and I could tell that her time was getting close. Not surprisingly, my time was getting close as well, as I could feel the contractions of her pussy massaging my cock with stronger and stronger intensity. I was determined that she would launch first, as my first performance had left much to be desired, but I knew that it was going to be a 'crap-shoot!' Suddenly, her legs wrapped around my waist, with her heels digging once more into my ass, and she convulsed into a wonderful orgasm, sending me over the edge as well. My exhaustion was complete! My pleasure as well. After the years following my ex-wife's departure, I'd seen little outside my own house, with the sole exception of the route through which I ran each morning for exercise. I REALLY needed this! As I wondered what my life was going to be like after tonight, I rolled off Linda, and relaxed completely! In a moment or two, Linda curled up next to me, her knee across my legs, her face in the crook of my neck, her hand slowly moving down my belly to settle on my cock, which was twitching in grateful exhaustion! The perfect scenario, I thought. Just before everything faded out, I thought I heard her whisper against my ear; "I love you, Russ! More than you know!" XXXX Ringing! Damn the ringing! My head! Vaguely I remembered the events before I went to sleep. I snapped up, awake, quickly looking around to see what was going on! The phone was trying to get my attention; that much was sure. I was in my bed, naked, and alone... That last observation however, caused me some considerable disappointment. Picking up the receiver, I heard the voice of Lennie, wanting to know if I would be able to return his apparatus this coming Monday night! Since this was Saturday morning I really couldn't think of any objection to his request. Of course, there was an ulterior motive to his request; my attendance to a long awaited dinner the following Monday evening that his wife Elaine had insisted upon, citing my long absence from their circle. Mumbling my acceptance, I made up my mind to make sure that he removed that 'word', whatever it might be, from affecting me. Flopping back down in bed, I started to review the events of last night when I suddenly smelt the marvelous aroma of fried bacon, and the bracing aroma of freshly brewed coffee! Tossing the phone back onto the bed stand, I pushed myself up against the headboard and glanced towards the bedroom doorway. I felt a wave of relief wash over me as I soon saw Linda struggling through the doorway, balancing a large tray containing a plate of eggs and bacon, and a large mug of what had to be steaming coffee! She was dressed in one of my old T-shirts, and apparently nothing else as I could definitely see her nipples poking out from beneath. The T-shirt was long enough however, to cover one of her principle attractions, my erotic playground of the previous night, but just barely. Setting the tray down next to my phone, she turned to me, hands on hips and said, "If you're going to be able to keep up last night's level of performance big guy, I'm going to have to keep you well supplied with energy food!" I must have still been wearing my 'stunned' look, because her face suddenly showed some concern, and a small frown began to appear between her eyes. Before the mood could be broken, I managed to recover enough to grab her wrist quickly, and pull her across my body onto the bed. With a little squeal, she flew to my side, and to make damn sure that she didn't misunderstand my move, I quickly covered her mouth with mine, and wrapped her up in my arms. We were on even ground now; no hocus-pocus, no hypnosis, no tricks or gimmicks, and I wanted to make sure that she didn't get away! The food remained on the bed stand, forgotten, as Linda and I renewed our passionate relationship from the previous evening. Once we had again exhausted ourselves with each other, we began catching up on all that we'd missed over the past few years. Her life, mine; likes, dislikes; compressing what would have been considered a 'courtship' into an intense weekend of physical and intellectual immersion with each other. During that time, we took a bit to analyze the process by which we managed to reach our present situation; the hypnosis and mild deceptions of both. I had to agree with her that the likelihood of her gaining access to my isolation was remote without some ruse, and she had to agree with me in my choice of countermeasures to bring things to a head. The 'punishment' fit the 'crime,' so to speak. I did confess to her that I still had a 'thing' about being 'put under' without any recollection of the act, but she taught me a little trick that, while it wouldn't prevent me from ever being put under, would allow me to recall having been so. With that knowledge, I could take whatever steps I needed to protect myself in the future. For the first time in my life, I found myself looking at Monday morning as an opportunity to rest up for the coming weekend. I... was... exhausted! But overall, I felt better than I had in years! Since my weekend distraction, I'd accumulated a much larger workload of tech-writing assignments than I'd like, so I buckled down to complete as much as possible before my dinner date with Lennie and his wife later that evening. Linda had to attend a professional seminar on the west coast for the week, so I figured that I'd have ample time to catch up on my work, and my strength! I'd dismantled the light set-up that Lennie had loaned me, and boxed everything up so I could return it to him this evening. I'd also made up my mind not to tell him anything about any of the events that I'd gone through the past couple of weeks. No point in encouraging him to get entangled in trying to rescue me at my stage in life. All too soon the time for dinner loomed before me. I'd picked up a bottle of really good wine (so they told me at the liquor store) as a present, dressed up a bit (no shorts, logo T-shirts or my usual loafers) and set off for Lennie's place with the light-show box under my arm. Pulling up to their home, I made a last minute check of my appearance, and knocked on their front door. Elaine met me at the door, swooping in on me to give me a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek. Taking the items I'd been carrying from me, she escorted me into their living room, all the time chatting away about how long it'd been since we'd been together. Relieved that I didn't have to carry the conversation, I took time to look her over, as I'd not seen her in several years. Lennie had begun to show the effects of both his job and the years, having developed a sizable paunch, and he'd gotten pretty bald. His wife, on the other hand, seemed to have discovered the Fountain of Youth! She now stood before me in an evening dress, bright red, cut deeply down the front of her still vivacious body, exposing her smooth, white skin down to her waist. Her long, black hair hung down to her shoulder blades like a smooth, shiny blanket. Her breasts obviously didn't need a bra, as they stood out proudly to adorn her perfectly proportioned body. Once she'd led me to the living room, she turned to look at me, and I could almost swear I saw her run her tongue across her lips before she called out for Lennie. "Dear," she said loudly. "He's here!" She then beckoned me to a sofa just in front of their TV, asked me what I wanted to drink, and when I told her, she went on towards their kitchen. Lennie burst out of the kitchen the moment that Elaine entered, apologizing for not being at the door to greet me. Wiping his hands on a towel, he shook my hand and pressed a drink into my hand. Sitting down next to me, he chatted a bit about his work, and other stuff that had transpired since the last time we'd talked the week before. I had a feeling where he was going, but I let him blather on... Finally, he ran out of small talk, and moved right into the subject that he, and apparently Elaine were most concerned with. Women... Had I chanced upon anyone who had captured my interest over the past few years; at least since Kathy had taken off? I needed to get back into the action, he began... My solitary life-style was not healthy, etc, etc, etc. I came prepared for this conversation, so I smiled to myself and let him ramble on. Soon he began to run out of helpful advice, and finally asked me about the 'research project' results for my article on hypnosis. That question caught me a little bit by surprise, as I'd simply made up that story so I could get an edge on Linda's manipulation of me. Sensing that I had to bring this story to a plausible conclusion, I kept to the truth wherever I could, without revealing Linda's participation in any of it. Curious about the flashing sequence that I'd researched for induction, he asked me how I'd managed to test it for effectiveness without a suitable subject. Finding myself being backed into a corner, I was relieved to hear Elaine announcing dinner being served. As the dinner progressed, the conversation turned once again to my social life, or lack thereof. Lennie's wife however, seemed to watch my responses to their questions very carefully, as if weighing the truthfulness of my answers. I had no intention, at least for the moment, of filling them in on my most recent, most successful re-entry into the 'land of the living.' As the dinner progressed, I noticed something in Elaine that I never recalled seeing before. Aside from her natural beauty, she seemed to have acquired a kind of hungry look, almost predatory. Of course, my social contact with Lennie and his wife was restricted to that period from when they had nearly finished their courtship, to a couple of years after they had gotten married. At that time I had been dating Kathy and had just proposed to her. Elaine had some previous experience with Kathy, apparently not very cordial I gathered, and they had advised strongly against our getting hooked up. Of course, their concern had proven prophetic, and Kathy and I had gotten divorced just two years after our marriage; citing incompatibilities. I hadn't paid much attention to Elaine during that period, simply because I was bound up in my own problems at the time. Lennie however, was Lennie. Laughing here, probing there, telling anecdotes about our romps during college, and generally being the all around gracious, entertaining host. I soon had no problem recalling the reasons that had caused us to become such good friends over the years. I immediately regretted my decision to withdraw into my own, solitary world once my divorce with Kathy was complete. My mind was made up to change that situation as soon as I could, hopefully with Linda's assistance. We had just finished dinner, and Elaine was stepping into the kitchen to retrieve the bottle of wine that I'd brought for the occasion, when their phone began to ring. Elaine turned to answer it, and a brief but animated conversation took place. She seemed to be insisting that her husband should not be bothered on one of his rare nights off, and that whoever was on the other end of the call should call upon someone else to assist them. Finally, she handed the phone over to Lennie, who listened intently for several minutes, interjecting a brief comment from time to time in response to some remark. Finally, he hung up the phone, turned to us and said, "My apologies Russ. Something has come up at the hospital that apparently requires my direct intervention. I'm afraid that this situation will take some time to resolve, so I'll have to postpone our little 'catch-up' session until some other time. In the meantime, please finish your wine and Elaine can see you out." Slapping me on the back, and firmly embracing me, he then kissed his wife and took his leave. Once the door slammed shut, Elaine and I turned to each other, and a long silence settled between us. I had never gotten to know Elaine very well, Lennie and I having been acquainted through college and beyond. I did however, notice that Elaine had suddenly settled into a much more relaxed, sultry pose before me. Smiling, she passed me the glass of wine that she'd poured, and leaned back in her seat, just watching my face. "Well, Russ," she said. "Do we need a toast to encourage you to have a drink?" Casually running her tongue across the rim of her wineglass, she took a small sip, raising her glass to me in a gesture of salute. Nervously, I clinked my glass to hers and took a sip myself, keeping my eyes on hers. I wasn't sure why, but the moment was becoming somewhat uncomfortable, so I quickly finished my wine, and got up to leave. Rising with me, Elaine put her forefinger to her lips, and then pointed it at me, getting me to stop for just a moment. She then came around the table and put her mouth to my ear, obviously intending to say something to me. After she had done so, I had no recollection of anything having been said. Puzzled, I turned to her just in time to hear her say aloud, "Well, Russ, it's been a really long time, but... I think it's time again for the 'games to begin,' don't you?" As I tried to ask her what she was talking about, I noted that she had begun unbuttoning my shirt with one hand, and with the other she'd begun stroking the front of my pants, awakening the my traitor within. My most immediate problem of course, was the fact that I couldn't say anything, much less move under my own power. All I could think of was, "AW FUCK! What now?"