1 comments/ 47764 views/ 4 favorites Hypnotized By: Algonquin Twit I couldn't tell if it was a hypnotism act gone bad or a comedy act that went right but what happened next simply seemed wrong. I should have figured that if I sat up near the front of the stage with my wife one of us would be called up as a "volunteer." When the spotlight fell on my table I cringed, but then let out a sigh of relief when the "hypnotist" chose my wife as one of the people he'd try to hypnotize, try being the key word. I'm not sure if it was planned that way but for the last act of his show, the hypnotist managed to get all women volunteers. He then went into his routine as he hammed it up with the women. They were all part of a group of experienced and retired teachers. Note: I didn't say old. Anyway the hypnotist, understanding most of the women had been married for many years played up on what, for many of us, had become a pretty sparse sex life. The ladies seemed to play along until the man started his hypnotic ritual. It seemed none of them were affected in any way. Now he finished his routine, then stated all of the women were hypnotized. Of course every one shook their head, "No," when the announcer said they were all asleep. He then gave them all a hypnotic suggestion saying, "Now ladies, when your husband speaks the phrase, 'Wow things are really looking up,' you will become his loving sexual slave. Then when he snaps his fingers three times you will forget anything that happened. You got that?" Oh the wives had a lovely time with that laughing loudly and proclaiming, "That will be the day." Yeah, like I said, hypnotism gone bad or perhaps some silly comedy. Anyway, the hypnotist packed up his stuff and our group headed back to the bus for the short ride to our hotel. By the time my wife and I made it back to our room we were so worn out that we quickly showered and went to bed. It had been probably six months since the last time we had sex and hypnotist or no that was the last thing that came to mind. It was the following morning while sipping coffee I thought some about the act. Yeah pretty funny stuff. There was a knock at the door and when my wife opened it an very attractive woman stepped in carrying her cleaning supplies. As she slipped into the bathroom to begin cleaning my wife gave me a look and I nodded, confirming how hot the housekeeper looked. I was about to let it drop when, out of the blue, I spoke the phrase the hypnotist mentioned the night before, "'Wow things are really looking up." "What was than hon," my wife replied from over near the bathroom. "I said, 'Wow, things are looking up.'" She suddenly got a strange look on her face and walked toward me very seductively. Figuring she was playing a game I said, "Hey, let's get the housekeeper to join in our antics." She smiled and then turned around heading back into the bathroom. I waited expecting her to come out laughing but instead I heard a bit of talking from the bathroom and then silence. I waited for a minute or so and then walked over to take a peek. Both women, naked from the waist up, were locked in a kiss, their breasts pressing against each others as their hands roamed all over their naked skin. I cleared my throat and watched as they both looked toward me and then returned to their kissing. I finally had to step forward, put an arm around each woman and lead them out of the bathroom. I led them to the bed while both began unfastening my pants. When we got to the bed, I pulled off my pants and climbed in while the two of them undressed. My wife then got on the bed and pulled the housekeeper on top of her as she moved her head between her legs. They immediately move their mouths to each other's pussies and began slurping away. I paused a moment looking over the young, housekeeper. Her breasts were small and firm dangling just slightly as she kneeled above my wife. Her black hair dangled down over my wife's legs, while her bushy black pubic hair framed my wife's face. Suddenly realizing I was being left out, I moved in behind the housekeeper and pushed my cock forward. I was quite surprised when my wife grabbed it and neatly guided in into the other woman's pussy. I pushed deep into her, the warm wet folds encircled me as I felt my wife licking my balls and then moving back to the woman's clit. Suddenly I heard my wife moan that way she always did as she was about to come and then she suddenly cried out, "Oh yes, I'm coming." She almost immediately returned her mouth to my balls and the housekeeper's clit. The housekeeper then began moaning and quickly came, her pussy pulsating over my cock which prompted me. Feeling the wave of pleasure jolt through my cock I arched my back and spurted deep into her pussy. After the first spurt I pulled out and spent the rest of my load of cum onto my wife's face, something she had never previously let me do. Instead of pulling away like I expected, my wife guided my cock into her mouth and she sucked the last of my cum from me. The housekeeper quickly climbed out from between my wife and I as we slipped into a 69 position with my wife sucking my cock like she has never done before. I enjoyed myself eating her pussy something she allowed very rarely. As the housekeeper dressed and then finished cleaning up, I brought my wife to two more orgasms and she actually got me to come a second time, once again slurping my cock clean. The housekeeper quickly called out, "Goodbye," and then slipped through the door back to her cart. I remained on the bed next to my wife. Just before we both drifted to sleep I snapped my fingers three times. Later in the afternoon when we both woke up my wife asked why were we both on the bed together naked. I told her the entire story, how I spoke the phrase and then fucked the housekeeper while my wife ate her pussy. I explained that when we finished, the two of us performed 69 until both of us came. "Yeah, yeah and I'm the Queen of England," she replied. "You only wish that phrase would work you nut. Now come on, let's get dressed." Well, I tried. After we got dressed and headed out of our room we passed the housekeeper who smiled broadly at both my wife and I. I left her a big tip as we passed and then wondered if the phrase might work again. I made a mental note to give it another try in the morning. Hypnotized at Work A Short Story, Inspired by Lesbian Pussy by Kelly M. I liked that story premise. The idea of a woman forced to do something that she despises to have an orgasm is delicious. Plus, I'm at least half lesbo, so I love lesbian stories. I also love BDSM, heavier on the Dom/sub aspect than the Dom/slave or getting beat to a pulp to experience multiple orgasms. Not that I have ANYTHING against being tied up and beaten, I think its great fun, but not every day. There are some others that I totally love the idea of. There is this one story called The Tenants by Medley that I wish he would continue. His other chaptered story, My First Dorm is awesome too. I also like Speechmaster and En_Extase and Sabineteas. There are others, but those are the ones I go to repetitively to see if they are going to come back with more. I have mentally hi-jacked their stories and have had strong urges to do it in writing, but that would be a total hack. If anyone else out there likes their stories and has any recommendations of other writers that might interest me, please mail me, there is just way too much material here to go through it all. A brief introduction. My name is Jessica. I am an Art major at the University of Maryland (not Liberal Arts, I actually aspire to be a starving artist). I am 5'2" with shoulder blade length brown hair, brown eyes, and (I have been told) very kissable, full lips. I am fit and athletic, I play JV soccer in the fall and lacrosse in the spring, I work out with weights three days a week, I do cardio three days a week. My body is tight and my 30-C chest arrives about five seconds before me everywhere I go. I like my boobs, they are big for someone my size and garner a great deal of attention. I don't like them when they get in the way, but that is probably TMI. The following story is one hundred percent fiction, but I hope you enjoy it. I was working my part time job at the Wal-Mart near my house. I live up in Carroll County, so between commuting about forty-five minutes each way to school, my extra-curricular activities and the occasional party, I don't have a lot of spare time. LOL! I just realized this is supposed to be quick JO material. God I suck! Okay, so I'm working at Wal-Mart on a Wednesday evening when one of my supervisors calls me into the office. Her name is Jill (fine I am totally enamored with a girl named Jill :P) She is taller than me, a very girl who isn't here part time. This is her career, so we don't really hang or anything. She's nice and cool, about 5'7", black hair, thin face, glasses, nice body probably, but it is always hidden in loose khaki pants and a Wal-Mart manager shirt. She's kind of booky in her looks, not my type at all. I much prefer athletic bodies I knock on the door and she lets me in and holds this spiraling thing in front of my face. I shake my head and the spiral is gone. She asks if I can help work late Friday night because a truck is coming in and she is short on stock staff. I had other options, but they seemed much less interesting for some reason, so I comply. Just before I leave for the day, she calls me to her office again. The door opens and there is that damned spiral again. I shake my head and its gone again. She tells me to have a great day. I clocked out and went home. When I am getting ready for bed, I realize that I'm not wearing a bra. Of course, this is very odd, I always wear a bra. I figure I must have left it in my locker at school after my shower. Next day, I go to work in the evening again. As soon as I get there, Jill calls me to the office again. I'm blinded by the spiral and shake it away again. She asks me to help her take inventory today instead of working customer service, as I usually do. What do I care? Customer service sucks. We go to the back of the store in the warehouse and there is this dreamy guy named Brad there and he says hi and then looks at me and laughs. Jill tells him what we are up to and he takes a big trolley full of products out to stock shelves. I blanked out for a moment and somehow was all the way in the back of the shelves when I woke up. I shook my head, it was very odd. I follow her around marking stuff on her clipboard while she calls them out to me. She keeps smiling and giggling. Occasionally, she even laughs. I have no idea what is so funny. I just keep doing as she says. When we are finished, the store is closed and we walk to the office. I blank out again, and shaking my head, I am standing there with my time card that I didn't even remember to pick up. I get home and as I am getting ready for bed, I realize first, I am not wearing a bra again. Odder still, my panties are missing. My brain works over time for awhile to remember why the hell I would be running around with no underwear and I can't think of it to save my life. I throw on a nightshirt and fresh panties and go to bed. Friday, I go to work as usual. Jill calls me to her office and I am relieved to find no spiral when I open the door. I was starting to think I was going insane. "Sit down." She laughs. I don't get the joke at all, so I sit down, half expecting a whoopee cushion to be on the chair. She turns a television screen towards me and hits the play button on the attached VCR. I watch the screen, expecting some stupid training video and instead, I see a spiral again. I don't lose my mind this time though. Instead, I see myself walk into the office, staring blankly at the spiral. "Jessica, you are a naughty girl." It's Jill's voice. I see the me in the video just looking at the spiral. "I am a naughty girl." The video me repeats. "Close the door Jessica." Jill says, I turn to close the door before realizing it is already closed and the Jill in the video said it. I watch confused as I close the door and follow every instruction that Jill gives me. I strip naked and get on all fours in the tiny office and bark like a dog and hop on one foot. I am blushing now, the real me, and burying my hands in my face, but I have to look. She has me fuck myself with a Sharpie. She has me stick it up my ass. She has me lick her pussy while she sits on her desk. She has me get dressed and leave my bra on the back of the office chair. "Jessica, when I clap my hands, you won't remember any of this. You will want to please me." She claps her hands and asks about Friday night and I comply. The real Jill then giggles and replaces that tape with another one. This time, someone is with her, apparently holding a mobile video camera. Whoever is holding the camera says testing and affirms that everything is working properly. Then Jill is opening the door and holding a big spiraling picture in front of me, twirling it around and around. "Jessica, you are a naughty girl." She says. "I am a naughty girl." The video me responds. I follow her every instruction. I strip naked again in the office and I go down on her and her unknown assistant. The whole time I am lapping up cunt juices, she keeps talking to me, filling my mind with subconscious thoughts. "You love the taste of pussy Jessica." Video Jill says. "I love the taste of pussy." The video me repeats. Not to get too drawn out, but by the time the two of them have had their orgasms all over my face, I am telling them how my pussy despises cock and will never orgasm again without one of their pussies rubbing mine. I am telling them over and over again, I love cocks and I despise lesbians. I am not a filthy lesbian. I am not bi-sexual. I find sex with women to be repugnant and despicable. My pussy, however, hates men. It finds them to be dirty and smelly and repugnant. My pussy will never cum again unless it is rubbing Jill's pussy. Then they give me dildos and vibrators and a crop to fuck and beat my pussy to try to make it cum, but it won't. I am fed that I love to perform oral sex on men, but my pussy hates it when I give a guy a blowjob. My pussy hates cock so much that it will never even lubricate from anything a man ever does to me. I am told I do not notice the girl holding the camera. I can see her, but I don't realize she is there if I am not eating her pussy. I am told to dress like a slut and handed a very wide belt and a strapless bra. I put them on. I am told I will not realize what I am wearing. In my eyes, I am fully dressed in my Wal-mart khaki's and yellow shirt. Then I turn, as instructed, and walk out the door wearing a wide belt that is strapped tight to prevent anyone form seeing my pussy, but otherwise leaves me bare from the chest down. The camera watches me as my slit is exposed with every step and soon the belt is forced higher on my hips because my thighs are moving it and my pussy is bared to passersby. I am taken to the stockroom and there I lose the belt and bra and perform my duties naked. Meanwhile, guys come in and fuck me and I am instructed not to even notice. I don't indicate any acknowledgement of their presence as I am repeatedly bent over boxes and fucked by my co workers. They cum in my pussy and on my back and I never even realize it. I never fuck them back and I never get aroused. (My fantasy, so all the guys at this Wal-mart are gorgeous and STD-free) She then takes me out back and sprays a hose to wash all the spunk off me. She even sticks it up my pussy to clean it out. Next all the girl and women co workers have a turn at me. (Again, my fantasy, so they are all drop dead gorgeous and free of communicable diseases) This I notice as instructed. I love pussy. I eat it with want and desire. My pussy is steadily pouring a stream of juice that drips to the floor and coats my thighs and all the way to my feet. Every time a pussy touches my lips, I am instantly at the pinnacle of an orgasm. I stay there as long as my mouth is touching a pussy. But I can never cum unless my pussy touches Jill's. We leave after the entire work place has had their way with me and those left at work laugh and point as I walk naked to the office again. I dress and am told to forget everything that happened except as pertains to my feelings for pussy and cock and my pussy's feelings for the same. I wake up dressed except for my underwear, which are left on the chair and I go home. Back in the now time, I am crying and holding my face in my hands. "What the hell?" I bawled. Jill giggles. "Want to cum?" "No! You evil bitch! What the fuck? I am calling the police." I got up to leave and then, shaking my head, found myself sitting down again. "What the fuck are you doing to me?" I screamed. "Hush, people will here you." Jill smiles I am compelled to be quiet. Jill laughs. "What is so funny?" I asked. "You were so easy to hypnotize." Jill laughs again. "I have never had such an easy subject." "I'm no subject bitch," I said, starting to stand up again. "And you can very well kiss your job goodbye. I am calling the regional..." I blacked out again. I woke back in the chair. I grabbed my head. "Shit! What are you doing to me?" Jill laughed. "You are under my control, all I have to do is clap my hands." She clapped and I woke up naked in the chair. I looked down and cried. "The tapes will be destroyed of course. The question is what happens next." Jill smiled. "I quit." I mumbled at her. "Fine, you had your stupid game, but I'm out of here." I got up. "Give me my clothes." She laughed. "No." I looked up from between her legs. There was pussy juice all over my face. She laughed. I broke down bawling. I curled in a ball on the floor and sobbed. "What do you want?" I asked in a hoarse voice from my crying. I could still taste the pussy juice in my throat and it made me want to vomit. My pussy throbbed though. "I want to see if I can make you insane." She laughed. "Why?" I sniffed. "Because I can." She grinned. She stood up and dressed. "From now on, you will be on time to work. I'll make sure you are scheduled to work when I am here. We are going to have so much fun. I have off tomorrow, it's Saturday, change all your plans, be at my house at 8 in the morning." I sobbed on the floor. She left the office with my clothes in her arm and closed the door. (Oh hell, I suck at short stories, but I'll continue this one when I am in writer's block on the other.) Hypnotized by Chelsea Alex has been bothering sexy Chelsea for several months now. When he shows up on her door she offers to erotically hyponotise him to get him to stop bothering her. While hypnotized, alex is led to picture himself as a woman having sex, who desires men. What's it like working for a National Security Agency assignment at MIT? Not very easy, that's what its like. The things people hold dear, are constantly slipping away from you. Time? You spend 18 hours a day trying to crack 256 byte encryption (I know, I know - but we only SAY its impossible to break) and other various coding schemes designed purposely to give you trouble. Let it be said that free time is not an amenity of the assignment. Money? You've got to be kidding me, the whole point of working on an NSA assignment isn't the money, it's the prestige, that is, the hope of future prestige, as no one in the city of Cambridge even knows you exist save for a few senior faculty advisor's and maybe their connections at the State Department. Nobody working in our nook of a dormer office overlooking Mass Avenue made any money. We were lucky to have enough cash to buy 7-11 breakfast burritos at the end of the month, forget about going on a date. Then of course, there is youth. You would think I at least had that. But you'd be surprised how quickly your youth drips away, if you spend day after staring at the blinking of a cathode ray tube, making notes on the back of the sports pages from the Boston Globe, waiting for the code that will spring your innovation, and thus your career to the next level. Its hard for me to say why I chose this career, and to be honest it was always more inertia than anything else. I stepped on the accelerated pure mathematics track in 7th grade, and simply never stepped off. On the way I missed many things, high school athletics, spin the bottle, the prom. Later on, I missed frat parties, the trendy club scene and a starter marriage, not to mention the humanities, and experimentation with marijuana. Now here I was, 29 years old, two months away from my thirtieth birthday, on the verge of decoding perhaps the most complex sequence of military code ever invented - in other words on the verge of all this work paying off, and what happens? A bunch of retrograde, bearded Allah-freaks, slam a couple of 767's into the World Trade Center and the paradigm changes. The NSA was actually kind enough to send a sample of Al Queada code, but everyone realized the game had changed. I took one look at their juvenile efforts at encryption and had the problem solved. The problem was, so could any slob with a course or two in encryption. What was the use of 15 years work in advanced mathematics, when any bright high school students with an interest in calculus could do the job just as well. I was preparing for a war against an intellectual giant, and instead I was matched against a million devious mice. With my youth slipping away, and a lifetime in the actuarial sciences staring me in the face, I stepped out into the cold winter evening to get myself a drink. 2. Massachusetts Avenue runs from the far reaches of Roxbury through Boston Proper, over the Charles River and into Cambridge. It travels north directly past MIT, then veers west through Harvard Square and on into the technologically driven suburbs and then the Massachusetts countryside beyond. No matter, wherever you stand on Mass Ave, it feels as though you're facing a fan. The wind blows off the Charles and shoots down Mass Ave in each direction, driving you, depending on the direction you are facing, either deeper in Cambridge, or deeper into Boston. In my depressed stupor, I let the wind and driving snow carry me into Cambridge - to Harvard Square, to the bars to drown my sorrows. I had walked at least another hour, and I still felt I was no closer to my destination. The weather had gotten more frigid, with the night sky falling, and occasionally I found myself passing homeless men and other derelicts huddled miserably beneath their cardboard shelter, scraping any remnant of heat that they could from the steaming subway grates. I began to feel weak and a little desperate. I realized it was Christmas and I hadn't even remembered. The shops were closed tight, and I would be damned if I would interrupt a Christmas Eve dinner just because I had lost my way. But still it was so cold, so terribly cold. I remembered my friend Chelsea, the sassy psychology student. She had been a Masters student in my Multivariate calculus class the first semester I ever taught it. Unlike the other students who rolled their eyes at me, she found my utter inability to communicate endearing for some unknown reason. We had enjoyed a brief flirtation. We even dated once or twice, but eventually, I got involved in a new area using spherical coordinates to embed code within moving simulated 3-dimensional images. She got involved studying for her psychology comps, and a hockey player from Northeastern. Long story short, we drifted apart. And no, I never slept with her. But here I was suddenly, depressed, disoriented, slowly freezing to death, and only about a block from her house. Even if she wasn't home, I knew where she hid a key; it would be easy enough to break in - just to warm up mind you. She lived on one side of a duplex house, a little run down, with a creaky porch and all, but a house with a girl in it no less, and with the mood I was in, that did me just fine. I rapped on the storm door, anxiously waiting, waiting. Finally, there were footsteps, a girlish hand pulling back the door curtain, and then her face in the doorway behind the chain. "Alex, I told you not to call me anymore. I told you not to come here." She said. "Please Chelsea, I'm cold, freezing in fact. It's been a horrible day, just for a cup of tea." I said supporting myself in the doorway, feeling the snot run from my nose. "Just for a minute, please, I promise I won't make a scene." "Alex, its Christmas Eve, why tonight? Or I guess I just answered my own question right? Because its tonight, I suppose. Allright, allright, you're a mess, come in for a cup of tea and I'll call you a cab." She opened the door and I stepped inside, smelling perfume, rose petals, a bit of incense, feeling an itch in my nose from her cat, and of course the heat. I forgot about her love of the heat. All of Boston could be on fire, and Chelsea would turn on the heat. Damn the cost of oil, Chelsea would set her thermostat to 85, and walk around in her shorts and a t-shirt. After being out in the cold for so long the warmth and the smells went to my head. My throat clutched, and I grabbed at my coat, quickly trying to disentangle myself from its now stifling warmth. But it was too late, I grew dizzy, and then wobbly, and then a ringing began to rise in my ears. I stepped forward three times, and then fainted. And that was that. 3. I woke up a few seconds later, on the floor, Chelsea looking worried, in her little boy-pant undies and a camisole. It's a distinctly male attribute that the first feeling I had upon waking up from a fainting spell was arousal. "Are you hard! Oh that is so gross. Jesus Alex, what the fuck is wrong with you? Listen, you've been semi-stalking me for months now - you're a cute boy, but a little fey for me, and I'm never gonna fuck you. I might as well just tell you. I knew the first second you came onto me at the Villager that I would never fuck you, you too much of a . . ." I was sort of shocked. I mean this was kind of direct. "Too much of what?" I asked. "You really haven't figured it out have you? Ok listen, I'm gonna do something for you, since its Christmas, and since it's a goof. But you have to promise me - no groping me, no touching me at all; I had a panic button installed. We'll do this, but if you so much as touch me, I swear I'll press it and the police will be here in no time." "Do what?" I asked dopily. I was still in a haze. I hadn't eaten in a few days and it was hot in the room. Besides, I always had this feeling with Chelsea that I was dealing with someone smarter than me. Her gears shifted faster or something. I mean sure, she sucked at math problems that I could do drunk and half-asleep, but she had that thing, I don't know that social sensibility that I always lacked. Plus her advisor said she was a veritable psychology genius. "I know what motivates you, your penis - or rather your desire to stick your penis into me - or whatever disgusting things you think about late at night with your dick in your hand. You're not going to stop bothering me until we resolve this. So this is what we're going to do. You're going to strip down naked, and I am going to hypnotize you, and when we're done, you'll be satisfied, and I'll be relieved that you won't bother me." "Hypnotize me?" " Oh don't be such a little prima donna. Did you hear me, I'm going to let you take your clothes off in front of me - isn't that what you've been fantasizing about? Or at least part of it." Now come on. Five minutes later I was reclining on her couch, naked with a hardon. She had already made fun of my penis, and told me how small and ridiculous I was, and how funny she thought it was that I ever entertained the notion that she would let me fuck her. She had gotten some Astro glide from her room and had given it to me. "Now listen, Alex. The first thing you are going to do is to take this lube and stroke your little dick. I want you to stroke your cock back and forth until you are totally aroused, listen to my voice, but imagine the sexiest thing you can imagine. Don't be shy, just imagine something extremely hot and sexy, and stroke your dick - but don't you dare cum, do you understand?" "Are you serious?" "Oh Alex just shut up and go along with this - like you don't want to jack off in front of me - please spare me the mock embarrassment." She was right what can I say, who wouldn't want to jack off in front of Chelsea, she was gorgeous, she was brilliant, she had a wicked wit. I started jacking my cock, and tried to think of fucking Chelsea, but something in what she said had a hold on me. I couldn't think of fucking her. Instead I could only think of the sexiest thing on my mind. To my surprise that thought was the image of my friend Jack. Not just Jack mind you - but Jack fucking Chelsea. Chelsea down on all fours, with Jack's thick meaty penis thrusting in and out of her vagina, and me lying on the floor beneath him looking at his balls and his ass, yearning to lick them where they joined but also afraid at the same time. "Remember Alex, don't cum. Now tell me when you're getting hot." Chelsea purred, but I heard her soothing voice telling me to not be afraid, to go ahead and lick Jack where I wasn't supposed to. "Now Alex, remember, don't cum. Once you do, that's it, you're out of here - and I don't care how you complain. What I need you to do is relax. Keep playing with yourself, I am going to go through a script and I want you to only focus on my voice. The only words that you hear will be my voice, do you understand that in order for this go off smoothly and without a hitch you need to listen to the soft soothing tones of my voice and continue to play with yourself. As you become more relaxed, your erotic feelings will increase, but if you loose my voice, or fail to focus correctly you will loose your erection. Do you understand me because I am trying to be clear, the more you listen and focus only on the soothing and relaxing rhythm of my voice, the harder your penis will become and the more intense the feeling of your erotic pleasure, but if you choose to defy me, which is always your right the consequences will be that you lose erotic sensations. Ok Alex, nod if you understand me." I nodded. "Good good, you're doing wonderfully, now continue to relax and play with your penis. I want you now to imagine that you are standing in front of a pink and yellow house. This is an unusual house though. It's twelve feet high, twelve feet wide, thirty-six feet long. There are three doors, one next to the other. And the house stands over a basement. There are three steps that lead up to the house. Picture the house and play with your penis a little more slowly now in a very relaxed way that keeps you on edge a bit without going over the edge I want you to walk up and open the front door. As you do, you step into the first room. It's a very unusual room because there is only one piece of furniture in the room, a reclining chair. The carpeting, the walls, the ceiling, and the upholstery on the chair are all a beautiful sunny yellow. This is the Yellow Room. The chair looks so inviting that you walk over to it, sit down in it, and push it back into a reclining position. You feel so relaxed, and as you do, you let your mind drift to a pleasant experience of the past thirty days. A pleasant experience of the past thirty days in which you became sexually aroused in some kind of way, this may be a quiet thought you had, the site of someone, a sexual experience or a desire, but whatever it is, I want you to go back to that place where you were aroused and breath in and out as you continue to stroke your dick just so to the point that it is fully hard but not so much so that you go over the verge - remember now that all of your sexual pleasure is related to the sound of my voice and the level of your concentration. The more you relax, the deeper you allow yourself to fall into the spell the more erotic pleasure you feel. There you go as you descend deeper and deeper into the trance you feel an erotic charge fill your body so that your nipples become warm, your face flushed, and even your little ass feels peaked, as though ready for something to enter it. With each quiet deep breath you take in like that you fall deeper into the trance and as your reward for falling into a relaxed state is the continuation of your sexual pleasure. Now that memory of that special sexual experience is causing you to feel even more relaxed. But it's time to get up from the chair you've been sitting in and move through the house on to the second doorway, go up to the second doorway and step inside filled with anticipation and excitement for what it might bring you. This room is almost identical to the first, except the color is gold. This is the Gold room, and there is that reclining chair in the center of the room. Since your experience was so good the first time, you walk to that reclining chair again, sit down in it, and now you just lean back. As you do, you bring into your mind the memory of a very pleasant experience of the past twelve months - the past year, an experience where you were highly erotically charged. As you remember this moment you feel the same erotic sensation fill your body but without doubt or shame. Slowly breathe in and out and think of your dick being hard and set your mind so it is prepared for sexual gratification. All right, it's time to get up from that chair, and you move into the third room. This is the Blue room. It's exactly like the first two, except for the color. You walk to that chair, you sit down in it, and you lean back. But as you lean back, there's something very interesting occurring. What's occurring is that the chair now is on a hydraulic hoist, and it begins to slowly move down. It's going down into that lower level, passing right down through the floor. As you're going right down, deeper, sitting in a very relaxed comfortable position. Now it stops, and you're down into the basement. As you stand up from the chair, there's one door ahead with a sign that says, "The Room of Nothingness." You walk to the door, turn the knob, and step inside. As you do, your eyes narrow down and you hesitate, because it's very dim in this room and the door closes behind you. There's a strange feeling beneath your feet, because you're standing on a foam rubber pad which is three inches thick. Now the door is closed and your eyes slowly become accustomed to the gloom. There is a kind of a rosy glow in the room. You take a few more steps in and you decide to just sit down. Now you sit down and you feel this soft foam, three inches thick, cradling you so comfortably that you just decide to lay back. Now all the light is gone and the room is filled with nothingness. As you lie there, that nothingness moves across your mind. You mind is filled with thoughts of me and ways that you can please me and the main way that you can please me is very simple so you feel extremely relieved that pleasing me is so easy and at the same time so exiting for you. The way that you can please me is by being a gorgeous, beautiful, succulent 19 year old girl. Not any old girl, but a true beauty. I want you to take a moment and allow yourself to imagine this girl, the girl is what your unconscious chooses as the perfect size and weight, first I want you to picture what the perfect females beautiful painted toes would look like, would they be polished or clear, what is the color of the polish, are you wearing shoes, or are you still barefoot. Look down at your gorgeous beautiful perfect youthful feet and imagine the curve of your heal running into a beautifully smooth and perfect calf. Your calf is exactly how it should be for the most beautiful girl in the world, shaped just as it should be and you can picture it taught and firm and curved as though you were on tip toes stretching upward with until your thighs tensed in that incredibly beautiful way your gorgeous thighs tense, look down and see your incredible thighs, show them to yourself, allow yourself to enjoy their shape and texture as they slope upward and then curve ever so delicately back towards your vigina. Yes, now I want you to imagine your vagina - your perfect little vagina, take a moment and sit cross-legged, let your cute girly skirt hike up and examine the folds of your pussy. Maybe its shaved clean or groomed in a way that's appealing to you, after all you are most incredibly gorgeous and beautiful girl in the entire world and your vagina looks just as you would expect the most perfect and succulent lickable, fuckable vagina to look. Oooooh notice your vagina is tingling, down there at the base of it by your perineum, the clean smooth beautiful stretch of skin that stretches achingly from your vagina to your asshole. Your asshole is so beautiful, pink and rosey, like a little deliciously clean button surrounded by two incredibly toned and shaped globes of your perfect ass. You love your ass don't you? You think your ass is the most incredible ass ever, and it feels so good now as you get on your hands and knees and arch your back so that your pert tight ass sticks high up in the air, and your flat incredible tummy stretches taught. What does your stomach look like? Do you have tan lines from your sexy bikini, is your belly button pierced, like a little tart, and goodness, imagine your breasts hanging from your chest. Doesn't it feel incredibly to have round beautiful breasts, the most incredible breasts in the entire world? I bet it does. What kind of breast do you have, imagine their size and their shape, look down at your chest and allow yourself to see your wonderful breasts. In your mind call them your tits, your man pleasers, and know that men watch you as you walk down the street desiring your pretty little ass and your perfect tits, your flat little stomach, the curve of your thigh and your beautiful face. Passing a store window you look at your face. You're not surprised, you know you're beautiful, but looking back in the reflection is your image, the image of the most striking and incredible woman in the world. Gosh you are gorgeous. Look at your flowing hair. What color is it? And your eyes. Are your sparkling eyes gorgeous? You bet they are. Pools of delicious color tempting and taunting anyone who looks in them and that mouth, oh that mouth with those full lips, that thick glossy lipstick, no man could ever resist you, and it occurs to you that that is exactly what you want to be. Irresistible to men, to have men desire you and follow you down the street, call you names and use you for their sexual pleasure. Hypnotized by Chelsea You love giving men sexual pleasure don't you? Of course you do. You are a pretty gorgeous, incredible female, and what pretty gorgeous, incredible female could possibly resist the feeling of a strong dominant man's hands on her body. Do you feel them now on your ass, those powerful manly hands, making you feel so small and dainty and weak as they massage the cheeks of your ass. Feel as your vagina surges and slicks wet with anticipation. He pushes you to your knees and you are staring at a large hard thick bulge through his pants. Now listen to me, I want you open his pants and pull out his penis, I want you to choose to take out his penis and hold it in your hands. Admire it. See how big and thick and meaty it is, admire it for the beautiful penis it is. I want you to think to yourself, this penis is incredible, it is my privilege to touch it. Does it feel like a privilege, well it is a privilege because you are a horney little fuckable whore. Say it to yourself become familiar with the mental image of yourself not just as an incredibly gorgeous girl, but as a horney, fuckable little whore. A fuck cunt. That's right, you are a fuck cunt, and the reason for your being is to have penises put inside you. Big cocks in your mouth and your ass. That's all you ever wanted isn't it is to have cocks rubbed in your face and over your ass, to be on your hands and knees with one big dick up your ass and the other in your mouth, desperately waiting for cum to be shot all up your ass and in your face. Oh you're such a little cunt, such a little girly prissy faggot cock sucking cunt. I want you to say it, I want to imagine yourself and then imagine the words in front of you - prissy, sissy, faggot, cunt, who wants dick. So it to yourself. Say, I am a prissy, sissy, faggot, cunt, who wants dick. You want dick don't you? You want it every which way you can have it. You want lots of men touching you, roughly using you like a little cunt whore, spraying their semen on your face, and using you for money, you like getting spanked too, isn't that right? Why do you like getting spanked I wonder? Well of course because your just a fairy cock sucker, a little whore slut for dick, now be a good little whore slut and get up on your knees. That's right I want you stick your pretty little girly ass in the air and pull your panties down so that they stretch at your knees, your face is pressed down against the bedspread and you are reaching back and pulling your ass cheeks apart. Around you is a room full of men, big strong muscular men and they are naked, and they all have enormous penises that they are stroking, you are so incredibly horney, in fact you have never felt so incredibly aroused in your entire life than you are right now. Think of those men looking at you as a little girly sex object. You feel yourself getting so unbelievable aroused and yet you are unable to climax, do you understand, you may not climax, you may just feeling the most intense desire to ejaculate but its as though you are unable to let go, and you know why and you know how you can get satisfaction. You will only be able to relieve this aching longing horneyness by being used like a fuckable, cunt, bitch, slut. A cuntslut bitch with a dick in your mouth and another in your ass. You're a little piece of shit whore who is only good for sex, and the only pleasure you can receive is by pleasing men by letting them fuck your ass and mouth. C'mon cunt whore beg for those dicks. Repeat these words after me "I am a little cunt bitch, please feed your hard aching cock into my mouth and my ass" Think of how you are such a little cunt slut. Beg for cock. Beg the large muscle bound man in front of you to press his big full testicle sack into your face. Beg - please may I suck your balls like a little cunt whore. You are a little cunt whore you're a ball sucking, little cunt whore. As you feel his hot balls against your face you feel another giant cock fill your ass. Doesn't that feel good? Doesn't that feel good to be sawed into like that to fuck and suck like a little cunt whore, are you ready you little cunt whore because those two big penises are ready, one to shoot all over your face and the other to fill your hot little ass with spunk, get ready, c'mon cunt, get ready to cum bitch, they're fucking you, you slut, you whore, your ass bitch, cum, cum , cum, release like a little slut whore. He's slapping your ass and fucking you. He's getting ready, think of those two hot raging hardons pointing at your face, you're the bitch, beg them to cum so you can cum, Cum on, you little sissy ass bitch, when I count to three they are going to cum on your face and when you feel semen on you will feel like the hottest little cunt in the world. They're ready. Are you ready, look at they're cocks, here it comes, one . . . . Two . . . . THREE! CUM you little sissy bitch. Good, now rest, breath in and out, in and out, remember not to lose your trance or I will be very angry. Now when you wake up from this experience, you'll remember what you want of it, you'll take away from it what you, but one thing that you absolutely will remember is that I know something about you that you don't want anyone else to know. You know that because of this information I have total control over you and can destroy you whenever I want. Remember that I am nice, I have a good heart, and remember how powerful I am that I was able to give you such pleasure, but also know that the worst possible thing you could do to yourself is to cross me, or to irritate me in any way. Now what is going to happen now is that I am going to count to three and when I do you are going to wake up, look at me sheepishly, clean yourself off, get dressed, and leave my house. When you leave you will have this wonderful feeling, a feeling that you are incredibly lovable and special and beautiful, and that the whole world is pulling for you. You will know that you are loved, and that your life has meaning, and tomorrow, whatever you choose to do, you will do it with your best attitude and effort. Remember first, do not cross me, and when I tell you to do something to do it, remember second that you are a loveable intelligent, beautiful and wonderful person. Ok, I am going to count to three now and on three I'd like you to wake up. One . . . Two . . . Three . . . I awoke, just like that from fainting. I don't know how my clothes got off me, I just remember coming in the door. "Chelsea, I'm naked" I said confused like a little boy. "Alex." Was all she said. I went to the bathroom and cleaned what seemed to be semen off my belly. I felt a little sheepish, and embarrassed, both about being naked, and about causing Chelsea such an inconvenience. I quickly cleaned dressed and left. As I left it was still bitter cold, but I felt exhilarated and rested. The cold air was delicious and clean. I quickly walked the dozens of blocks to my house, wonderful visions of encryption schemes, keys and formulas going through my brain. In the morning I called my father. "Dad, I need money . . . I know how you feel but this is different. I'm going into business, and I need startup capital. I finally get what you've been saying dad, its time to stop letting my life pass me like a spectacle and take control." The next morning I woke up and started my life. I'd never known I could feel this good. End. If you liked this story please leave me a comment. Hypnotized Confession Patty opened her eyes, they were slightly glazed and unfocused as she looked at Doctor Marks, the drug had taken effect. "How do you feel, Patty?" he asked the pretty twenty-six year old, and she blinked long lashes at him. "Ok..." she said, her tone was rather vague and her eyes seemed to have trouble focusing on him. Smiling he sat back, she'd asked him to hypnotize her for this particular counseling session... they were going to explore some of her basest instincts and she felt rather embarrassed about it all. Not that their fifteen year age difference made too much of a problem, it was mostly just because he was a male. He'd used hypnotism before on other patients and had found it to be occasionally useful in bringing up things that might otherwise not be revealed in a counseling session. "So," he said, "When you have sex, what kind of sex is it that you prefer?" She'd hinted in previous sessions that she worried her sexual tastes were perverse and not quite normal, but she'd felt unable to describe any of it to him. That's when she'd asked to be hypnotized, and then she could not only find out if her inclinations were abnormal but also what might be motivating them. "Rough..." she said, looking directly at him now with a slightly disturbing look in her eyes, "I like to be controlled... I like it when my lover is on top and I'm vulnerable." Clearing his throat he asked, "What do you mean by rough?" "I like it when I'm spanked, on my pussy or my ass, and I like to have my nipples pinched and twisted," a slight flush rose up into her cheeks as her eyes got a little more glassy, almost as though she was looking at some arousing vision far away, "Sometimes I like to be whipped or have my nipples put in clothespins." The good doctor shifted in his seat, his trousers were starting to feel a little tight in the groin area, "And what do you mean by controlling?" "I like my lover to know more than me," her voice was growing warm and she seemed to be fidgeting slightly, "I like it when he tells me what to do to him..." her voice dropped, "And sometimes I like it when he does stuff to me that I don't really want to do. When he makes me do it." Dr. Marks crossed his legs, "What would he make you do?" "Suck him off after sex so I can taste myself," she answered immediately, "Perform for him with another woman, slap my own pussy, anal sex, maybe even sleep with another guy, take him and another guy in both my holes at once..." "That's enough," injected Dr. Marks. He was sweating slightly and was also having the most disturbing reaction to her dirty words, delivered in that innocent but lustful voice. Patty tilted her head slightly at him as if asking a question. Adjusting his collar he asked her, "What kind of lover do you look for?" Patty smiled, "Someone older than me, more knowledgeable. Powerful but compassionate, with a certain kind of arrogance... and attitude that tells me he'll take control in the bedroom. There's a kind of vibe you get from someone." Dr. Marks decided it was time to change the subject a little, he was shocked at how aroused he was, looking at this woman who was telling him her most inner secrets and thoughts. It had also crossed his mind - most uncomfortably - that she desired a man who controlled her. And right now, he completely controlled her. It didn't help that she was obviously squirming in her chair, aroused, and her nipples were poking through the material of her bra and shirt; she was very attractive. "Do you masturbate?" he asked. "Yes." "Do you imitate your desires on yourself when you masturbate." "Sometimes," she replied, "But it's not as satisfying. I can't make myself be as rough to myself as I would want my lover to be." "Do you ever picture a fantasy lover." A little secret smile, "Of course." "Is it always the same person? Or different people?" he wondered at the expression on her face as she looked at him, she looked much more focused than she had before, but he could tell from the glazed look in her eyes that the drug was still working. "Lately, it's just been one person." she smiled again. Before he even thought about how she might feel sharing her fantasy, his curiosity made him blurt out, "Who?" And he got the shock of his life when she smiled and said, "You." "Me?" his voice almost squeaked. "Yes." Everything was taken almost literally when a patient was hypnotized, he'd have to ask. He shouldn't, but he had to, "Why?" "Because you have the right attitude. And you're older and so much smarter, you're good-looking and you seem like you really understand me. I love coming to my visits to see you." Patty was squirming an awful lot now, her confession was turning her on as much as talking about her desires had. "Is this why you didn't want to talk about your sexual desires with me?" he asked, he was practically shaking. He didn't know at all what to do about this. "Yes." A little desperate, "Then why did you ask me to hypnotize you?!" Unblinking, "I wanted to be under your control." They stared at each other for a few moments, her chest going up and down as she breathed heavily, still aroused. In his pants, his dick pressed upwards, aching to get out. He would never know what made him do it, what possible motivation or instinct prompted him, but the words practically fell from his lips, "Take off your clothes." Immediately she stood and shed her clothing before he could change his mind. His breath caught in his throat at the perfection of her body; rounded heavy breasts with perky nipples, a trimmed mound, gorgeous curves in all the right places. "Come here," he said, his voice was hoarse. Breasts swayed gently as she stepped forward, her eyes never leaving his with their glazed look, "Straddle me." Her pussy lips parted as her legs went over his lap, and she wrapped her arms around his neck... he couldn't believe the surge of power that he felt. Never, with any other patient, had he even been tempted to do something like this. There was just something so compelling about her, so beautiful, and her admission of fantasizing about him had just prompted his dick to take over. Perhaps it was wrong, but he already felt like there was no turning back... and to tell the truth, he didn't really want to. Pulling her head down he kissed her roughly before pulling his mouth away. "Pinch your nipples," he ordered, his voice harsh and low, barely recognizable to his own ears. Immediately she closed her fingers over her nipples, rolling them between her fingers. "HARDER!" he commanded, and watched as her face screwed up in pain as she clamped down on them, crushing the tender buds with her own fingers. Sliding his fingers between her legs, he found that she was gushing wet, her folds were slippery and coated in pussy juices. Covering his fingers in the musky juices he brought them to her mouth, which was already open as she panted in self-inflicted pain, and pressed them into her mouth, coating her tongue with her own musk. Patty moaned around his fingers and he pumped them in and out of her mouth, stretching her pink lips. "Twist your nipples," he told her as he pulled the fingers from her mouth and returned them to her pussy, shoving three of them roughly into her hole and feeling it convulse spasmodically around them. Tears came to her eyes as she tortured her own nipples at his commands, she was inflicting the pain on herself in a way that she would never have been able to force herself to do, but it was turning her on immensely. Her pussy was sloppy wet in his hand, and she humped back against his questing fingers... she'd been telling the complete and utter truth about rough and controlling sex. Even when hypnotized, her body responded to the desires. Dr. Marks dick felt like it was going to burst, "Get on the floor," he told her, "You can stop playing with your nipples." Her face sagged in relief as the torture to her breasts stopped; her nipples were a dark angry red and looked swollen. "Get on all fours, and stick your ass way up in the air." As Patty got into position he pulled his aching dick from the confines of his trousers, it sprang out, pointing straight at her upturned ass. Kneeling behind her he pressed the tip against her pussy hole and then gripped her hips, shoving in roughly. She cried out as it pressed into her and he began to slam her hips back and forth, making her ass jiggle with every thrust. Everything was warm wetness, completely slick and tight as he slammed against her. Lifting his hand he started spanking her ass as he fucked her, listening to her cry out as he hit her ass hard, turning it a bright pink. Pulling his dick from her molten pussy he pressed it against her even tighter asshole and began to press in. Crying out in more pain, Patty's head lowered towards the floor and she clenched hard around his invading dick. "Love it," he commanded, "Love the way my dick feels in your ass." Her moans changed slightly as she responded to his command, the burning friction in her ass turning to pleasure and she started to press back against him. Gasping at the tightness of her backdoor, he fucked hard, knowing that he wouldn't last long. "I'm going to cum," he gasped, his dick throbbing as it entered her ass in one final, brutal thrust, "Cum with me Patty, cum NOW!" With her head thrown back she howled her orgasm, and he groaned as his pulsating dick was gripped in a tight velvet glove that milked the cum from his balls. It felt fantastic as he unloaded into her ass, the way it rippled around him as she came... Slumping, his dick still lodged in her tight cavity, he realized what he had actually done. Hypnotized for Her Boss I have never liked my wife's boss, for one thing, he's arrogant, and I've always thought he just wanted to get into Grace's pants. As for my wife, she doesn't see this and just thinks Mr. Johnson is the best boss ever. Well, you can imagine my thoughts when she told me he had invited us to dinner and a show downtown. In the interest of keeping peace in the family, I held my tongue and we showed up with smiles on both of our faces. Through dinner, my presence was barely noticed as Grace and he talked shop most of the time. The after dinner show was a new hypnotist in town and Johnson told us he was an old friend and he was trying to help him get his new act started. Before the show, Johnson took us backstage to introduce us to Raydon the Magnificent and even though his name sounded a little smarmy, he seemed to be a nice guy. As show time, neared Grace and I headed for our table and her boss stayed to talk a little more with the hypnotist. When he came out to our table, he told us he had volunteered Grace and me to be hypnotized and when I began to protest he told me to relax a person under the influence of hypnosis will not do anything against their will. Raydon proved he had better talent than his name would imply and the show was a winner. My wife and I were hypnotized successfully and although I have no Idea, what antics he put us through when he brought back out, the audience was howling with laughter. Raydon told us on stage that in appreciation of our being such good sports he would buy us a bottle of champagne. It was delivered, our glasses filled, and as we clinked our glasses in a toast, I noticed the audience laughing. After only one glass of champagne, I found myself very tipsy and I had a tough time even walking as we left the club. I heard Mr. Johnson's offer to Grace that we could go to his nearby apartment to wait for me to sober up and then we could go home. Once in his apartment he put me in a chair and I sat there in a drunken stupor. He went to my wife and as he looked her in the eye, he said something to her. I have no idea what he said but she suddenly became very receptive to his advances. When he kissed her, she returned his kisses with ardor and it was as if I was not in the room as he took advantages of her. He slid the top of her gown off exposing her bra and as she automatically reached around behind to unclasp it, he turned to me and gave me an evil smile. Wait a minute was I merely drunk or was I in some kind of a trance. I sat here and watched this man romancing my wife and yet I seemed unable to do anything about it. I saw him kissing her lovely breasts as she ran her fingers through his hair. I could see her passions were inflamed as first she held him to her nipple and then as she fiercely returned his kisses when he turned his head up to meet her lips. He had her stand and slowly slipped her gown down past her wide hips and then to drop to the floor. She held his hand as she stepped out of the gown to leave her wearing panties and her garter belt with nylons attached plus her high heels. He instructed her to walk around, as he wanted to watch her, she looked right at me as if she had no idea who I was. When she returned to him, he murmured into her ear and with a whisper of a smile on her face, she dropped to her knees and began to tug on his belt. After his belt, it didn't take too long for her to have his trousers open and she let them drop to the floor. I then noticed his boxers and even in my condition, I could tell they were silk and I felt a twinge of jealousy as I remembered the state of the tidy whiteys I was now wearing. I will never forget the look on my wife's face as she freed his member from their silken hideaway. With a look that could only be described as pure adulation her only words were, "Oh my," as she held the largest penis I've ever seen. She held it out to show me, not as her husband but as just some unknown observer and I could see, she still did not know me. As I watched, she turned a generally obscene sex act that is, a blow-job into a religious observance as she worshiped her boss' cock. She kissed the tip as she respectively held it in two hands, then she tipped it up and began a slurp with her tongue from his balls back up to the tip. She next put him in her mouth as far as she could but try as she may she could not fit his whole length down her throat. She kept choking and coughing as she repeatedly impaled herself on him. When she realized she was not able to take him all the way, she looked up to him and said she was sorry. He told her it was all right and then he held her head as he forcefully fucked her face until he came in a torrent. Once he finished with her, she cleaned him with her tongue, then replaced him in his boxers, pulled up his trousers and refastened them. She then looked up to him and with his sperm still dripping down her chin and her makeup running down her face, she thanked him. He told her to go the restroom and clean up, and then came to me, "When I snap my fingers you two will no longer be under my control. Your wife will have no memory of what just transpired but what you witnessed you will never forget. I will warn you if you tell your wife what she did tonight she will not believe you, so I suggest it remain our little secret." Grace came out of the bathroom, Johnson snapped his fingers, and just like that, we were both right as rain. I jumped up and slugged Johnson as hard as I could and down he went. "John," my wife screamed, "What is wrong with you? Oh Mr. Johnson are you all right, I'm so sorry for my husband, he is such terrible drunk." She ran to the kitchen to get ice and as she administered first aid to her boss, I nursed my broken hand. When he told her he was all right, she kissed him lightly on the bruise I gave him. She then told him she had better get her drunken husband home. All the way home as my hand throbbed she berated me for being such a lout and I knew right then I had better never say anything about our evening with her boss. This only left me to wonder about not being able to be forced to do something against your will under hypnosis. Did this mean that secretly Grace wanted to make love to her boss and what about me; I know I wanted to stop them, didn't I?