0 comments/ 11505 views/ 8 favorites The True Professional Pt. 01 By: Dutchboy51 This introduction is a little on the long side and possibly not quite as explicit as you might like, but it serves to set the scene for fireworks later on. Parts two and three are in the final editing stages. A fourth and concluding episode is still bouncing around in my head. Let me know what you think, please. ***** For as long as anyone could remember Cindy McCarthy had been the best science student in the city. She'd won every single science fair she had entered from third grade through her senior year in high school. That was nine, count 'em, nine straight victories. It had gotten to the point where many of the better science students had just given up entering the fairs. From fifth grade on through middle school each year Cindy's class had just slightly more than half of the participants in the science fair as the classes before and after hers. The teachers called it the "McCarthy Effect." When she arrived at the high school the pattern repeated itself. The science department collectively breathed a sigh of relief when, at graduation Cindy accepted not only her diploma, but every prize and science award that her school had to offer. Things could get back to normal now. Cindy, for her part, knew exactly what was going on and how everybody felt about her dominance. She was, after all, very smart. It bothered her, but not enough to make her ease up on the throttle. She thrived on competition, no, she thrived on victory, and after her graduation summer she headed east to attend Wellesley, fully expecting to dominate the competition there as well. Her major would be psychology, abnormal psychology. Cindy was fascinated with criminal behavior. Accordingly, she planned to work in the criminal justice field after graduation which, hard to believe, was in a mere two months. After six years of study, Wellesley was about to award her a PhD. Cindy understood a great deal about abnormal psychology and her graduate thesis proposed that using hypnosis, criminal behavior could be ameliorated. It was a radical proposal, but she was convinced that hypnosis was the way to reduce recidivism in criminals. Cindy's first genuine encounter with hypnosis had come two years earlier and almost by accident when she and some of her girlfriends from Wellesley had attended a hypnotist's stage show at a night club in Boston. She had known the basics about hypnotic suggestion, but hypnosis was not part of her core curriculum. Hypnotism floated out around the edges of mainstream psychology mostly because it was not very well understood, scientifically at least. Hypnotism was real though, and she had gone to the stage show exceedingly skeptical about the brand of hypnotism that was used for public consumption and entertainment. She had always suspected that kind of hypnosis, movie hypnosis she called it, was largely a hoax and that the participants from the audience had to have been "plants" strategically placed there in advance by the "hypnotist." After a couple of drinks at the bar, the twenty-something coeds arrived at their table and took their seats. The show proceeded as expected with several audience participants doing supposedly uncharacteristic things, mostly embarrassing. The performer would call his subjects up to the stage, whisper something in their ear, and then place them into a trance-like state before getting them to do everything from "cook dinner" to acting like farm animals. Then when the hypnotist announced the "R-rated" portion of the show he explained that he would be asking his subjects to "push the envelope a bit-" meaning that there would be a certain sexual overtone to the upcoming stage antics. He assured the audience that nobody would be harmed, but indicated that it would be best if the next participant were more "free spirited." He asked for a volunteer. Cindy, who was working on her fourth mixed drink, raised her hand. Immediately her girlfriends squealed and grabbed her arm, trying to un-volunteer their friend. Cindy responded by standing up. Immediately two "follow spots" converged on the attractive young graduate student. "The Amazing Randy" took one look at the volunteer, bathed in brilliant backlighting and announced to the crowd: "Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a winner!" The crowd applauded and Cindy made her way through the tightly packed tables to the stage. The Wellesley women were no longer teen-aged undergraduates but young soon-to-be professionals. Realizing this it was understood that they would "dress up" for their nights on the town. This was for two reasons. First, they were young, attractive singles and they were not interested in getting hit on by a bunch of undergraduate boys or worse. Their attire, make-up, and jewelry would help keep the youngsters at bay. On the other hand, they were young, attractive singles and they were always on the look-out for their male counterparts, both in looks and in station. Tonight, the pickings had been slim. They were on their own. Cindy would stand out in any crowd, but on stage, bathed in stage light, standing next to The Amazing Randy, she was by far the more amazing of the two, at least as far as appearance went. Randy took her by the arm, maneuvering her towards the center of the stage. He asked the beauty her name. What did she do? What was her major in college? Cindy answered each briefly, suddenly conscious of where she was and what she had gotten herself into. She confided that she had come to the show skeptical, professionally skeptical, but curious. Randy then said "Let me reassure you Cindy. This is an R-rated show. That means NO NUDITY, he said with mock emphasis. It's written into my contract that I will not ask any participants to remove clothing and that I will immediately recall any subject who tries to do it. A single word and one snap of the fingers and any exhibitionists are back on stage as themselves. It is common knowledge, he said, that hypnotized subjects cannot be made to do things which they find morally objectionable." He paused for effect. "But, judging from the cut on that skirt it looks like we're going to have a LOT of room to operate. The audience roared in laughter and clapped. The Amazing Randy turned back to his subject. Well, Cindy, are you ready? Cindy took a deep breath and said "yes." The Amazing Randy and Cindy stood facing each other in profile to the audience. The tuxedo clad performer produced a small blinking light, hardly bigger than a pocket flashlight and instructed the attentive woman to keep her eyes on the blinking light as he held his left arm towards the audience. Cindy dutifully focused on the light while the Amazing Randy leaned in and whispered in her ear. "Cindy, you are already subject to my will. When I snap my fingers you will return to the present in this room. However, you will retain this command until I specifically say 'I release you Cindy.' Tomorrow, you will meet me by the stage door at exactly noon." As he leaned back from his subject, mugging for the audience he slowly said, "My, my, Cindy you are a difficult subject. I'm not sure that this will work out, you being a pro-FESH-ih-null and all." He finished with a comedic "wink-wink" to the audience, indicating that the show was about to begin. This was not The Amazing Randy's first rodeo. He was the real pro-FESH-ih-null on the stage. He had spotted Cindy when she first entered the club two hours ago. Hanging by the bar in his street clothes, The Amazing Randy looked like dozens of other men already in the nightclub. He had his real hair color, but a false moustache. When Cindy moved towards the coat room to check her coat, he followed her into the dark space of the corridor. Reaching from behind, he put his hand on her shoulder. Before she could turn around he was at her ear instructing her. "You will volunteer tonight at the start of the second act." That was it. She was under. This was not The Amazing Randy's first rodeo. He said, "Excuse me, madam. You stopped kind of suddenly," and moved on to the men's room. Cindy checked her coat and went back to her friends. The Amazing Randy began to make small talk with Cindy who showed no outward signs of being hypnotized. "I notice, Cindy, you have come here tonight with a small group of friends from school. Why don't you ladies stand up and take a bow. Cindy's friends stood up and duly took their five seconds of fame. It was clear to every man and woman in the place that the one on the stage was the pick of the litter. The culls sat down and The Amazing Randy, microphone in hand said, "No dates tonight, eh Cindy?" Cindy blushed and nodded. "Girls night out," she said into the extended microphone. At that point a stage hand came on stage from the wings and quickly attached a small wireless microphone headset to Cindy's head, careful to disturb her long, blonde hair which extended half-way down her back. In a moment he was back off stage. Meanwhile, The Amazing Randy slowly stepped to the other end of the stage. "Can you hear me, Cindy?" "Yes," her amplified voice replied. "That's fine, Cindy," the Amazing Randy said. The show proceeded in a rather mundane and predictable way. The Amazing Randy persuaded his attractive subject to unbutton all but the final button of her form-fitting white linen blouse by suggesting that the stage, already warm from the spotlights, had become unbearably hot. Cindy fumbled with each button as she franticly fanned herself with an imaginary fan. It was standard fare- titillating, just a little naughty, more PG than R-rated. Then The Amazing Randy, sensing that the audience was primed for the knockout blow, turned to his willing subject and suggested that it was time to go shopping. He set the scene. They were in Central Square in Cambridge standing outside a local fetish shop. First he commanded her to re-button her blouse. Then he suggested that she might want to go into the shop to browse around and maybe make a discrete purchase or two. Cindy nodded her head in agreement. Once into the imaginary store, The Amazing Randy assumed the role of the shopkeeper while Cindy fidgeted, obviously moving from display to display eyeing the imaginary merchandise. She stopped and looked down, as if into a display case. "What may I show you, madam, asked The Amazing Randy? What would you like to see?" "The dildos," Cindy meekly replied. The crowd roared with laughter. "I'm sorry?" feigned The Amazing Randy as if he were hard of hearing. "The dildos," Cindy said, this time loud enough for everyone to hear above the laughter. "I'm sorry?" The Amazing Randy repeated. "The DILDOS" Cindy said in a voice just shy of yelling. The crowd was howling, including her two girlfriends. The Amazing Randy allowed the crowd to simmer down a bit and then delivered the punchline. "Oh," he said, I heard you the first time. I'm just sorry." More laughter rose from the audience, which by now needed to pause to catch its collective breath. He had the crowd as well as Cindy completely within his grasp. The hypnotist motioned to Cindy to come and look at an imaginary wall display. "These are some of our newest bustiers and fetish clothing arrivals. Our dressing room is being remodeled currently, but I would be happy to take some of these down for you to try in front of that mirror over there." He motioned to the front of the stage as he pretended to remove something from the display. "We may have this in your size. What size do you wear in a bustier?" "Women's medium." The audience, having recharged laughed again. "Cup size?" "C or sometimes D," she replied, "but in something like this I usually get the smaller cup. It makes my boobs sort of push up and out." "A wise choice," agreed the Amazing Randy, casting a lecherous look at the audience. They were doubled over, screaming in laughter. The show continued for another ten minutes while Cindy went on her fetish shopping spree and the audience accompanied her, led by The Amazing Randy, the true professional. After "paying" for several newly purchased items, Cindy hefted her imaginary load of fetish wear and toys and made for the door, which The Amazing Randy pretended to hold for her. "Thank you, Madam," said the hypnotist. "Please come back again soon." As soon as the word 'soon' had passed his lips he raised his right arm and with a single loud "snap" from his right thumb and middle finger Cindy was out of her trance standing in the spotlight looking very confused. "And I hope that you will return soon as well," he said to the audience as he bowed to a standing ovation. As the crowd filed out, The Amazing Randy retired to his dressing room, poured himself a well-earned drink, and removed his make-up. Meanwhile Cindy and her two friends left the club and went outside to hail a cab. "Well?" asked Cindy. "Well?" she demanded. "What happened? Was I under? Did I do anything stupid? Did he make me quack like a duck or what?" Her friends giggled and then spilled the beans, telling Cindy everything. Her face went white as her blouse before turning multiple crimson shades as she heard all about her trip to the fetish shop. "You're kidding me you guys; I actually yelled the word 'dildo,'" she asked incredulously. Her friends nodded. "He got you to announce your bra and cup size to the whole room too," one of her friends said. "Do you by any chance own any leather bustiers, Cin? You must because you and The Amazing Randy had quite a conversation while you were in the fetish shop and you gave everyone in the joint the distinct impression that you had 'Been there, done that, and got the bustier to prove it,' if you get my drift." "I most certainly do not have any leather bustiers," Cynthia asserted. Lace, on the other hand, is another matter, she thought to herself. "Uh huh," her two friends replied virtually in unison while nodding their heads in mock agreement. Clearly they weren't buying the "I don't have any" argument. Cynthia was the first to be dropped off at her apartment. She had paid for the trip into the city so it was up to her friends to clear the bill for the ride home. She walked up the front stairs, inserted her key, and opened the door. It had been a long night, even though she had missed a large part of it while serving as the entertainment. As she stood in front of her bathroom mirror and unbuttoned her top for removal she stopped to admire herself. She knew that others had gotten a glimpse of her bosom, but only a glimpse, her friends had assured her. Cynthia had lately come into the habit of sleeping in her panties, so once she had removed her bra, she was ready to slip under the covers. Once supine, the blonde graduate student was free to let her mind wander. Of course she had a dildo. Everyone did. Likewise she had a small collection of bustiers, although none of them were leather. Some she had received from male admirers hoping to see her wearing the flimsy, but rigid garment. A couple she had bought for herself over the internet. For heaven's sake, she was twenty-seven years old- at the peak of her intellectual and feminine power. She had the right to show it to selected, and very lucky, male friends. As she lay there in bed, her hand slipped down underneath the cotton waistband of her Fruit of the Looms. She was wet; no, she was soaked. The blonde student rolled over and pulled the side table drawer open. She reached into the drawer and brushing the small and completely unnecessary bottle of lubricant aside, removed her dildo which doubled as a vibrator as well. It was eight inches and thick, covered with a supple material that had the feel of rigid jelly, very life-like. Cindy's mind wandered off as she remembered one encounter with this lover and then another with the next until she fixed on a law student she had dated earlier that year. After a few dates she had come to realize that he was a bit of a jerk, much too full of himself, but he had been way above average in bed and his penis was way, way above average. As the lanky blonde lay there, she grasped the dildo by the handle and began to move it under her panties. Cindy twisted the end and the dildo began to vibrate at its lowest speed, buzzing with a low rumble. Cindy applied the tip gently against her clit and drifted into a dream-like state. It felt so good- the combination of the life-like feel of the material and the slow rumble of the vibration. She arched her back and with her free hand she slipped her panties down her thighs just below her knees. Working her knees back and forth, she eased the cotton undergarment down her calves until, using her feet, they were off completely. She spread her legs far apart, lifting her knees into the missionary position. With her free hand she began massaging her left breast which had flattened slightly against her chest. There was plenty of breast to rub. She cupped her tit into a cone and squeezed gently as a thoughtful lover might while she maneuvered the dildo for entry into her pussy. She allowed her hand to slide up her breast until she could squeeze her nipple between her thumb and forefinger. At first she touched the erect nub gently, but then her imaginary lover began to fade from her reverie and, like many times before, his twenty-something face was replaced by the older, more rugged face of one of the inmates she had interviewed at the local prison, a serial sex offender who had both raped and beaten his victims. She knew that she was returning to her favorite fantasy, the one in which she was a victim and not a lover. Her gentle tweaking turned to a strong pinch as her nipple responded to her new fantasy by sending a sharp and painful jolt to her brain. As pleasure competed with pain, she jammed the dildo into her pussy. There was no pain; her lubrication coupled with the gel coating allowed total penetration. She pulled the mucus-covered phallus out of her pussy and switched the vibrator off before re-inserting it into her soaked sex. In, out, in, out, Cindy used the dildo roughly on herself. Her left hand grabbed her breast as she dug her fingernails into the soft white flesh sending a clear pain message to her brain. By the time it arrived it had turned to pleasure, rough pleasure. The blonde graduate student was gripped by her favorite fantasy. She imagined herself helpless, held down by rough hands while she increased the pace with the dildo. She arched her back and matched the rough intrusion by thrusting her hips to meet the massive artificial cock which was completely buried in her sex. "No, don't," she moaned out loud. "Please don't hurt me," she begged her imaginary partner. Cindy flopped side to side all the while jamming the dildo into her sex until her orgasm exploded and her body rose into the air as if launched by the bed itself. She returned to the mattress and just lay there, shuddering from aftershocks of pleasure. About a minute passed before she slowly removed the artificial invader. As the tip withdrew, a final wave of pleasure swept over the satisfied beauty. In five minutes she was fast asleep. The next day was Sunday. Cindy had no particular plans, or so she thought, but as she took a long warm soapy shower, she began to think that she'd go back into Boston and maybe do a little window shopping and have a quiet lunch at one of the outdoor restaurants in the Back Bay, not far from the club where she had been the night before. It was going to be a beautiful spring day, slightly warmer than usual, the kind of day which brings out the long-stored good weather clothes. As she went through her closet, she thought again about the bustiers in her lingerie drawer and before she knew it had chosen a black one which she particularly liked to wear under another white linen blouse. She was partial to tight-fitting white linen blouses. They flattered her and with the naughty black undergarment, clearly revealed by three opened buttons down from the neckline, she knew that she would be turning heads as she walked down Newbury Street. The True Professional Pt. 01 She parked her Mazda Miata on the Boston Common end of Commonwealth Avenue, midway between the Theater District and the Newbury Street shops. It was after 11:30 but not quite quarter to noon. The sun was shining and a slight breeze tousled her long blonde hair as she walked briskly across the Common, past the swan boats which were due to go into service the next weekend, and up onto Tremont Street, away from Newbury Street. At exactly noon, she passed the nightclub where she had revealed to the world both her bra size and her interest in fetish clothing. For no particular reason she turned into the alley that led to the stage door where a man was standing, smoking a cigarette. "Hello, Cynthia," he said. "Do I know you?" she asked. "Well, yes and no," he said as he descended the three steps from the stage door to the alley. "Please allow me to introduce myself. I am The Amazing Randy." He made a mock stage bow. "We met last night." Without his tuxedo, stage wig and make-up the Amazing Randy turned out to be a halfway attractive man in his early to mid-thirties. "I trust that you are feeling no after effects from your experience last night. Are you really a graduate student in psychology?" "Yes, she replied. I've been in the program for a year now and I'm hoping to get my PhD in a couple of years. Right now I'm busy designing my thesis. I'm interested in criminal behavior and ways to use psychology to reduce the recidivism rate." "Have you ever considered hypnosis as a possible means to solve the problem?" asked Randy, who dressed in his street clothes, seemed not to quite merit the "amazing" part. "No, I haven't," she said. "To tell you the truth, I'm not sure that I believe in the effectiveness of hypnotism." "Well," Randy replied, "may I respectfully ask how it is that you explain the fact that you are standing here in front of me now? Do you think it's a coincidence?" Cindy paused. Why was she here? "Cindy, you are here because last night I told you to meet me here at noon. It's noon and here you are. Now, I would like you to accompany me. Take my arm." Immediately, Cindy extended her arm to the performer. As they sat across from each other at lunch, Randy spoke quietly to Cindy. "Cindy, you were chosen to come on stage last night long before you raised your hand at the performance. I saw you when you came in and put you under my influence very shortly thereafter. Boston is my final stop on this tour. Last night's show was my last show for a while. Normally, at tour's end I take a break and hook up with someone like you. I have very particular taste in women, Cindy, and you fit the bill, nicely. The skit we did last night about the sex shop is how I select my companions. When I saw how naturally you played your role, without any additional prompting, I knew that you would be easy to control and more importantly, that you might even enjoy it." Cindy sat listening but she could hardly believe her ears. She stood up. "Cindy," Randy calmly said, "Sit down." She sat. "You're a smart young woman and highly attractive as well. Here's how we're going to play this thing. We're going over to Cambridge this afternoon and we're going to do some shopping for real. You will not attempt to run away or complain to anyone. You will participate willingly and follow my directions. I intend for us to have an interesting week or so after which I will release you from my control. I will, of course, leave you with a few post-hypnotic suggestions." Randy paid the bill and together the two of them drove to Central Square in Cindy's car. As they entered the fetish shop, Cindy could feel herself getting aroused. Randy said to her, "Go ahead, Cindy, he said, "Pick out anything you want. I'm paying. I'll just pick up a few items while you shop and, Cindy, I want you to buy lots of leather items-the more restrictive the better. I'll just pick up some accessories that I'm sure we'll need." For the next hour and a half the two shoppers purchased, between them over two thousand dollars' worth of merchandise. The Amazing Randy paid in cash. Cindy had her items packed neatly into two large, opaque bags. Randy had only one bag, but it sagged significantly as if filled with something heavy and dense. "Cindy," he said, "open the trunk and let's put these things away." Once the gear had been stowed away, Randy turned to Cindy and spoke quietly, but assertively. "Cindy, I want you to go home now. You will leave these items in the trunk and show them to no one; nor are you to speak of them." He handed her a slip of paper. "I have rented a farm in Carlisle, which is not particularly far from Wellesley. Memorize this address and then destroy the piece of paper. Conduct your classes as usual tomorrow, but tomorrow night at sunset you are to arrive at this address. Tell no one what you are planning to do. Pack for a couple of days. You're going to be calling in sick on Tuesday, and possibly Wednesday as well. When you arrive you are to wear something professional, but provocative. You know what I'm talking about." Cindy nodded and drove home. Randy disappeared down into the subway. That night, Cindy packed her bag for the overnights. She went through her lingerie drawer looking for "provocative" items to bring. As she readied herself for bed she put on one of her laciest and sexiest nightgowns. She felt aroused, terribly aroused but she couldn't understand why. She just knew that she was hyper-aroused. As she lay in bed, once again her hands went to her sex which was wet with anticipation, but anticipation of what? The True Professional Pt. 02 I'm not sure that each part of this four part story stands on its own. Part one describes the meeting of Cindy McCarthy, a graduate student in psychology, and The Amazing Randy, a stage hypnotist. I highly encourage you to read these stories in order. I wrote The True Professional as one story and then chopped it up for submission. I encourage criticism.. ***** Monday was pretty much uneventful. After her last class ended at 2PM Cindy went back to her apartment to dress. The trip to Carlisle was made easy, if you can call evening traffic in Boston "easy," by the GPS in her car. She had never been to Carlisle and was impressed by both its rural and suburban character. Many of the homes were new, but several were old farmhouses. The house lots were large and mixed in with small farms, complete with livestock grazing in fenced-in fields. Her destination was one of the old farms which nestled in among rolling pastures, newly green with spring color, although the low clouds and fading light washed out the color a bit. An hour earlier the scene would have been much more verdant. As she pulled her Miata into a long driveway she had to cross a small, flat bridge constructed of railroad ties topped with a concrete slab. Underneath was a stream, running well with the water from a recent series of rainy days. She pulled into a space in front of an old farmhouse and as she exited the car the farmhouse door opened and Randy came out to meet her. "Hello, Cindy," he said in a friendly voice. "Let me help you with your things. Open the trunk." He hefted two small bags from the front passenger seat into the house and then returned as Cindy stood next to the already opened trunk. He pulled the three large bags from the previous days shopping spree out of the trunk and then muscled them through the open screen which he was holding open with one knee. The spring-loaded screen closed with a bang. Immediately he re-opened it from inside and gestured for his guest to enter. She did. Inside Cindy found herself in an old farmhouse kitchen. There was a large kitchen table and chairs next to an equally large window which provided the view to a small vacant pasture bordered by woods on three sides. There was a wood stove heating the space and she took a moment to take in the unique smell that it provided. It was warm in a number of ways. "May I take your coat?" Randy asked. Cindy turned her back to her host and shrugged her shoulders as he gently removed her trench coat, pausing for just a moment to survey his "guest." She was quite a sight to behold and she had fulfilled his instructions to the letter. Standing almost six feet tall, Cindy McCarthy was nothing short of a stunning beauty. Her soft blonde hair was newly washed and hung straight down her back, stopping just above her waist. Her make-up was perfect- her winter white skin complemented by a soft shade of pink lipstick, expertly applied. She wore a white cashmere sweater which accentuated her bust and her flat abdomen. Cinching her waist was a broad black leather belt with a large golden buckle. Her long athletic legs were covered by pure white stockings under a tight fitting gray business skirt. Her feet met the floor in a set of pink leather heels. "Please sit down. Would you like a glass of white wine?" he asked. "Thank you, yes." Cindy replied as she sat in the seat which Randy had pulled from underneath the table. She lifted one leg and crossed it over the other at the knee, while deftly and demurely adjusting her skirt. Randy poured her a glass of wine and another for himself before sitting down across the table from the beautiful young woman. He spoke. "Cindy, I am sure that you are confused and probably frustrated at what's going on. Let me explain. A number of years ago I discovered, quite by accident, that I had a remarkable gift. I can hypnotize anyone. All I have to do is touch someone and they become subject to any suggestion I make. I just sort of "know" them. You can imagine that it took me a while to come to grips with this gift. Like you, Cindy, I am intelligent. Rather than going crazy and revealing my gift to the world by using it to, I don't know, rob banks or something, I chose to carefully investigate it in stages. I realized that I wanted neither fame nor excessive riches. After a great deal of thought I found that the perfect outlet for my talent was show business. I like to travel. I genuinely enjoy meeting people and interacting with them. When I'm not on the road, I live a simple life at a home in the country, not unlike this one. I have neighbors with whom I am friendly. They know that I'm in show business and that I'm a professional hypnotist. Occasionally I do a trick or two at parties, but no one suspects the true extent of my power. Are you following me?" he asked as he paused to take a small sip from his glass. "I'm sure you have questions." "Yes, I think so." Cindy replied. "And I do have some questions. May I ask them?" "Certainly," Randy replied. "Why am I here? What do you intend to do with me?" "Cindy, you are here because I want you to be here. I want you to understand that you are in no danger whatsoever. I do not wish to harm you, and I will not harm you, although I will touch you. What I mean is that I will leave no marks. You will leave here as beautiful as you are at this moment. Actually, the fact that you study psychology may turn out to be a benefit to both of us. You are going to participate in a demonstration of hypnosis unlike any you're likely to witness in a lecture hall or a laboratory. What's in it for me? I get to push my gift to the limit, and I get to enjoy your company." Randy continued. "Hypnosis involves two levels of influence: influence over the mind and influence over the body. Right now I have exerted some control over your mind and even used my gift to control your body to a lesser extent. It's the body component I wish to exercise with you. Cindy sat up straight, a look of alarm on her face. "Now, Cindy, I understand your concern, but like I said, when I interact with subjects I just seem to know things about them. I don't know how it happens. I just know that it does. I know things about you." "I know that you are curious about your circumstances, more curious than you are worried. That's good. I also know that you have a few secrets that even you don't fully explore. You'll be exploring some of them soon and I'm going to help you. Care for another glass of wine?" She nodded and he refilled her glass continuing his side of the conversation. "I'm pretty normal in most respects, but like any man, I have my secret desires. My gift makes it possible to indulge them, but I try not to impose too much on my companions. That's why you are so perfect, Cindy. I know that our mutual secrets, shall I say, intersect." Cindy spoke. "You're starting to lose me. What secrets?" Randy looked across the table and answered. "I know most of your secrets. For example, Cindy, I know why you chose to major in abnormal psychology and why you are so interested in criminal behavior." "And why is that?" she asked. "It turns you on. You find dangerous men intoxicating," Randy said matter-of-factly. "Tell me the truth; you know that you must. The other night when you got home from the show, were you aroused? "Yes," was her only soft, simple reply. As she hung her head in embarrassment, Randy reached his hand across the table and touched her gently under the chin, lifting her head back up so that their eyes could meet. "There's really no need for shame, Cindy. You need to be at home with yourself. It really is the secret to happiness. I figured that out a long time ago. You're having difficulty envisioning yourself as anything other than what you see in the mirror. You've already settled down into the role you think you are supposed to play. That internal dissonance you are feeling right now is the real you fighting suppression. I'm going to help you let it out. I would ask you to trust me, but I know that right now, you still need a small measure of control. You have to ease into it." "How do you know this," the beautiful woman asked- now less embarrassed and more intrigued. "How can you see me so clearly?" "Most of it is my gift, but I have grown more comfortable with my real self over time by facing my own secrets. I have mirrors in my house. I'm not ugly, and I try to keep in shape, but my looks are ordinary. You, on the other hand are remarkably beautiful in both form and figure. I know that it would be extremely unlikely for me to find myself under these circumstances- alone in a farmhouse with such a beauty- if it were not for my gift. I know that from experience. I also know that the chances of my just happening to find such a woman who would also complement me in terms of our mutual needs would be astronomical. When I have the gift of hypnosis, why should I leave my happiness to chance?" I chose you because I know that I know that secretly you will enjoy what we do." "And what is it that we're going to do?" Randy smiled. "My stage show is strictly 'R' rated. On stage I control beautiful women for laughs. I, on the other hand, am strictly 'X' rated, 'XXX' in fact. I intend to control you much, much more intimately. While you are here you will indulge me by acting out certain 'scenarios' in which I take control of your mind and body. I will hypnotize you to experience this as if it were really happening to you- as if you were in genuine danger. That's for my own enjoyment and, believe it or not, your benefit as well. In the end, you will remain aware of your experiences and most importantly, you will grow from them." "Stand up, Cindy" and come over here. Cindy rose slowly and stepped towards Randy. He examined her outfit. The look was both cold and hot at the same time. Randy thoroughly approved. He looked Cindy in the eye and spoke calmly to her. "We are here at this farmhouse because we are lovers," he said. You've come here to show me a new side of yourself, one I've never seen. Those two bags are filled with new outfits and the other contains sex toys. You want me to tie you up and take you by force. You think it will be a new experience and you're very excited about it. When I say the word 'shopping' we are lovers. For now, why don't you bring one of those two bags up to the bedroom at the top of the stairs and select a few items you might want to try out? Cindy complied and hefted a single bag before slowly walking up the stairs. Randy watched as she slowly ascended, appreciating the view. Cindy was as spectacular from the rear as she was from the front. At 5'11" she was a leggy thing with perfectly shaped calves and thighs, which, along with her exquisite behind, were accentuated by the tight fitting gray skirt. In a word, she was 'magnificent,' he thought. At the top of the stairs she turned left and walked slowly down the corridor. Two bedroom doors lined the right and a waist high safety railing separated the corridor from an open space into the kitchen area below. She chose the second bedroom, whose door was wide open. Entering, Cindy took a look around. There was an old four poster canopied bed against a wooden wall along with a couple of chests of drawers. A few comfortable chairs and a few straight slatted back chairs were scattered throughout the good sized room. All along the opposing wall were hooks and eye bolts of every kind, both up high and down low. She paid them no mind. An exposed beam running the length of the room also had a number of hooks and eyebolts. Even the floor featured a number of pieces of metal hardware. Cindy walked to the bed and laid out a bag full of leather fetish wear. Before long the white bedspread was half-covered with black leather. She fiddled with one item or another, not sure what she was supposed to do next. Before long Randy appeared at the doorway pausing to re-examine his "guest" from behind. "Hello, Dear," said Randy. "Been doing some shopping? The lanky blonde's face lit up instantly as she turned towards the sound. "Yes, Randy, and I can't wait to model for you, but you're going to have to help a little. I can't decide what to put on first." "You're right Cindy," Randy said in character. "There's so much to choose from and so interesting. It's a good thing we have lots of time, but before we do anything, aren't you forgetting something? I've been waiting since you arrived." He held out his hands and motioned for the lovely blonde to come to him. After a short embrace their lips met, passionately. No one would have guessed that the beautiful woman giving herself to her lover was doing it under hypnotic control. After ten seconds or so they parted lips and Randy said "Before you can put those things on you have to take off what you're wearing." How about I direct and you undress for me?" "Yes, of course, darling," was the reply from the leggy beauty. "What shall I take off first?" You know how I love the feel of cashmere. Can you take off your bra without taking off the sweater?" asked Randy. "Silly boy," said Cindy. "All women can remove bras without taking off their tops. Watch. Cindy took a step back and reached behind with both hands, slid them up under her sweater and undid the clasp. Her chest stood out for just a moment and then as she brought her hands back out in front her breasts relaxed a bit under the soft pressure of the cashmere sweater. Her left hand held up a strapless bra pinched between two fingers. "Ta da!" she chirped laughingly. "Here it is!" Randy clapped his approval, less for her achievement than for himself. He could hardly wait to touch his "lover" but knew that he was in no hurry and could take as much time as he wanted to enjoy the show. The only suspense was what she would look like naked, but otherwise, he knew precisely how their little drama would end. "Now the skirt," he said. Slide it down slowly. Cindy did as he asked, moving her hips back and forth, keeping her eyes fixed on her lover, who did likewise. As the skirt dropped below her knees Randy could see that her white stockings were held up by a lace garter belt. He couldn't tell if she had worn panties or not. Cindy stepped out of the skirt and then stepped into her lover's arms for another embrace. "I think it's time to try on some accessories," said Randy. He walked over to the bed and picked up a pair of leather handcuffs. "Give me your hands." Cindy complied holding out first one hand and then another. Randy pulled back the sweater's arms and then attached the handcuffs, and tightly. He reached into his pocket and took out two metal clasps, one for each cuff and attached them. Gently maneuvering Cindy beneath the exposed beam he lifted each arm skyward, pulling just hard enough to reach the suspended hook. Already imprisoned mentally, she was now imprisoned bodily as well- her arms extended over her head straight up and fastened in that position. The situation was inconvenient, but not particularly uncomfortable for Cindy, who adjusted herself under the hook to find a position of relative stability. It wasn't easy; her pink high heels just barely rested on the floor but there was really nowhere for her to maneuver. Randy stood back to admire his prize and then slowly circled the hapless blonde. He noticed that with her arms skyward her sweater lifted up above her waist revealing both the top of her garter belt and the fact that she did have matching panties on over the garter belt. The room fairly crackled with erotic electricity. Had it been real electricity, sparks would have been jumping from one to the other. Instead of protesting, it was very clear that on some level Cindy was enjoying her predicament. Randy had chosen his companion well; so well that he began to throttle back on his direct control over Cindy. He knew from experience that so long as he kept a small measure of control, until he snapped his fingers and said the words "I release you, Cindy," he could allow Cindy's own imagination to run and to play off his own like some erotic performance art in a bohemian fetish club. For her part, Cindy was clearly into it. "Oh sir," she murmured completely in character, "please let me go. Don't hurt me. My parents will pay any ransom you ask; just don't hurt me." She cracked the thinnest of smiles and then resumed her damsel in distress character, looking "movie scared" like a heroine in a silent film, except she wasn't tied to the train tracks, but hooked to the ceiling. Ryan replied in his best "tough guy" voice. "Oh, they'll pay all right: and big if they want to see you again. Meanwhile you're mine to play with, and I play rough." With that said he stepped behind his dangling captive and roughly brought the palm of his right hand down with some force, but not too much, slapping her bare and exposed buttocks. Cindy yelped in genuine surprise. "Spread your legs," he commanded. Straining, she tried to obey her "captor," her heels making tiny "clicks" as she moved her legs apart. Immediately Randy stuck his right hand between her barely spread legs and felt for her sex through her panties which were wet with desire and anticipation. He could feel the twin folds of her labia through the flimsy material. "Are these panties crotchless?" he asked Cindy. She shook her head in the negative. "Well then, they're just going to have to come off." He snorted as he slid them down her hips to the floor. Now her sex was fully revealed beneath a neatly shaven patch of blonde pubic hair. As he stooped to retrieve them from the floor he looked up and the level of his eyes and mouth matched her newly exposed pussy. Using his bent legs like twin springs, he reached around, grabbing Cindy's magnificent ass, one cheek in each hand, and pulled her lower torso directly to his face, burying it in Cindy's sex. Cindy shook violently in orgasm moments after his lips touched her most private of parts. Her upraised arms, still attached to the hook in the beam went taut as the rest of her body tried to sag but was prevented from doing so by the attachment. Randy did not stop his invasion of her privacy, pinning her wet pussy against his face and furiously tonguing her pussy. Cindy bucked with equal intensity trying to get away as her hyper-sensitive clitoris sent wave after wave of orgasmic aftershock through her body. "Stop, please, stop!" she screamed. "I can't take it." Randy backed off long enough to say, still in character, "Lady, you're going to take it and for as long as I say so. Scream all you want. No one can hear you out here." He paused to admire his handiwork. After a minute or so he said "I'll tell, you what. I'm in no hurry. You're going to be here for a long time. I'll just help you down off that hook and you can rest here in this chair. I wouldn't want to damage the goods." He stood, reaching to unfasten his captive's hands. Cindy, still weak and shaking slightly collapsed into his arms. She raised her head to look into his eyes. They kissed passionately. Randy left character for a moment and said "Cindy, you were charged up like an electric coil. No wonder you came so fast." "But what about you, Randy?" she said as he lowered her into one of the straight-backed chairs. "Oh, you don't need to worry about that. The evening is still young," he said to her. With that he walked behind her chair and then took her arms and, pulling them gently, fastened them behind the back of the chair. He pulled up another chair and sat facing his captive. Having recovered somewhat from her thunderous orgasm, Cindy resumed character. Randy got up and found a matching set of leather ankle cuffs. Before long Cindy's legs were bound to the chair legs. Once again she was helpless. Randy's lecherous eyes focused on Cindy's bulging chest underneath its cashmere covering. He reached across and grabbed each breast, hard, kneading their firmness under the soft white woolen. Randy thought to himself that there really was nothing in the world quite like the feeling of the tits of a beautiful woman under cashmere, nothing in the world. Somehow "soft" just didn't do it justice. The True Professional Pt. 02 "Don't." she pleaded wearily. "Please." After kneading and squeezing each of her tits for minutes, Randy reached down and saying "time for a look," lifted her sweater up and saw her naked chest for the first time. She had a Playmate's chest. Her breasts were 100% natural, very large, and firm as they could be. "Magnificent," he said just loud enough for the squirming girl to hear. He got down on his knees and leaned in to kiss her nipples. Using both hands to shape and squeeze each fleshy target, Randy applied his lips to first one tit and then the other. Kissing all over, sucking all over, and then gently biting each nipple in turn, Randy freed up one hand with which he grabbed her vagina again. Cindy shuddered. He extended his middle finger, plying her pussy, which was still wet, before pushing deep inside. Cindy sat up straight in her chair, straining against her bindings. The jerk almost pulled her tit from Randy's mouth, but Randy bit her nipple between his teeth and, crying out, Cindy ceased any further resistance. After gently playing with her clit and fingering her pussy for five slow languorous minutes while Cindy mock-pleaded for "mercy," Randy stood up and looked down into Cindy's wide eyes. At the same time he reached down and unzipped his pants, dropping both his jeans and his boxers to the floor in a single motion. His penis, like the rest of him, was ordinary in every way- ordinary, that is, for a thirty-three year old man whose penis was less than two feet from Miss October's perfect pink lips. Furthermore, Miss October just happened to be tied to a chair, hand and foot and her perfect, erect pink nipples were completely exposed, along with the rest of her tits, below a white cashmere sweater pulled up to her neck. Randy was as stiff as a metal rod. For her part, Cindy never took her eyes from Randy's cock; instead she just licked her lips, opening and closing her mouth, clearly indicating what she wanted Randy to do next. Randy resisted and instead reached down to the floor, lifted his jeans and withdrew a pair of nipple clamps attached to a two foot chain. He attached each clamp to a nipple and then stood up once again, facing his captive. Back in character once again he spoke to the beautiful blonde who was still licking her lips and making soft sucking sounds. "Lady you're going to give me a blow job, right here, right now." Cindy responded. "No way, you pervert," she spat, and turned her head away. Randy responded by pulling the chain attached to Cindy's nipples. "Ouch!" she screamed as her head spun back into place. "Open up baby and don't get any ideas about biting or I'll rip your tits off," Randy spat back. "Suck it, bitch." Shaking her head back and forth, she closed her mouth tightly. A slow steady tug on the chain and her resistance melted away. She parted her lips and resumed her "ready" position. Randy leaned forward and Cindy did likewise until the tip of his cock rested on her pink lips. She ran her tongue all around the tip before leaning farther to take it in completely. Now it was Randy's turn to moan as Cindy moved her mouth slowly back and forth along his cock. He dropped the chain and put both hands behind her head, grabbing a handful of blonde hair in each hand and then used her hair to pull her even tighter to his cock. They developed a rhythm and Randy and Cindy repeated the slow back and forth movements for a long time before Randy began to pick up the pace, signaling that he was nearing climax. Cindy matched him stroke for stroke until Randy dropped her hair and grabbed the back of her head with both hands. His thrusts were stronger and less frequent. He put his cock as deeply into her mouth as he could and then he came in an eruption of cum. Her cheeks blew up like a blowfish as she struggled not to gag. Meanwhile she increased the suction on Randy's cock as he shot another, and then another load into her mouth. She tilted her head up just a little as she searched for her lover's eyes. When she found them he spoke a single word. "Swallow." She complied. Later, after he had removed all of the physical restraints he told Cindy that it was time to think about getting ready for bed. "There will be plenty of time tomorrow for more fun. Do you wash your hair at night or in the morning?" "Morning," she said. "I like to be fresh when I go to work." "You'll call in sick tomorrow, Cindy. We have unfinished business. I'll clear away these things until the morning. Get ready and come to bed, my dear," said the hypnotist. In fifteen minutes, Cindy emerged from the bathroom, smelling as beautiful as she looked. She wore a transparent peignoir, frilly and sexy at the same time. As she slid into bed next to Randy, who pulled back the covers to ease her entrance, she slipped effortlessly under his left arm, which he had laid out along the top of the pillows. She snuggled in close and then looked up at her "lover." She strained her neck a bit as her lips searched for his, but in the end she was successful and delivered a passionate kiss. Cindy said, "That was fun. Hold me while I fall asleep, please." Randy complied and they slept through the night as lovers.