It had been another tedious, exhausting week, and even after a full day of sitting and resting on Saturday, Mary Jane was still tired and depressed. The truth was that she hated her job. She was a low-level researcher at a small firm on the outskirts of the city. She had a nice home, good friends, and a wonderful life, but she couldn’t help feeling as if she wanted more... more excitement, more pleasure, more danger in her life.

Of course she felt that way, she had just spent all of Sunday morning surfing through the stories on www.mcstories.com, and her hand was slowly pushing its way under her robe and toward her slick pussy. She had just read a new story called Blind Faith by a newer author, Covert Hypnotist. She had just been reading through the second chapter. That was all that was finished so far. She had felt herself falling into the story line. The closer she came to the ending the more aroused she felt and the more quickly she was reading, like Natalie needing to finish so she could relieve this pressure, and when she had finished it, she read the last line.

E-Mail me.

It wasn’t a question. She knew the moment that she read it that she was going to respond. In a haze that felt both relaxing and arousing, she opened her Hotmail e-mail account and sent a short note to the author telling him exactly how much she had enjoyed his writing, but her hands kept typing:

From: [email protected]

To: coverthypnotic@yahoo.com

Subject: fan mail and proposition

Hi,

I just wanted you to know I really enjoyed "Blind Faith", and that I hope you'll write more of stories soon. The female character reminded me of me in a lot of ways and I found myself really excited by the situations she found herself in. I guess porn doesn't have to be realistic to be good, but it's nice when it's realistic AND good. :)

To give you an idea of how much I enjoyed it, I thought I'd see if you'd be interested in acting some of it out with me. I don't mean literally, or word for word, or even following the general plot of that particular story. But I do think you'd be really great at the kind of chat I'm into. I'm a 25-year-old empowered, feminist, the whole works, and a research assistant trying to work my way up the ladder, but I really get off on having someone else pull the strings, and if they can do it subtly and slowly take control for real, slowly erode my will, get me to do things I think I don't want to, knock me off my perch, break through the defenses...well, let's just say it's a rush.

I'm not a sexual prude by any means but I've sort of led a double life... prim/proper/composed young intellectual most days, trampy flirt and sexual explorer when I'm away from my usual surroundings. I guess I'm looking for the thrill of losing control of the barrier between those two worlds.

Anyway, hope you don't mind me mentioning all this. If you'd ever like to chat, just send me an e-mail at this message. If not, thanks for all the pleasure you've already given me with your stories, and I hope we'll see more of them soon!

--Mary Jane

Her pussy was on fire. She couldn’t believe she just proposed that, told that, to a complete stranger. What was she thinking? Was she thinking? One hand kneading a breast while the other worked its magic on her pussy, she was so close to cumming. She pushed back from her computer and looked in the mirror across the room. Her robe had fallen revealing her breasts, but her pussy was still hidden beneath the pile of cloth surrounding her waist.

“I do feel slut, but I don’t care,” she said to an invisible presence.

She knew it made no sense, but she could almost feel the author’s eyes bearing down on her, asking her the same questions he asked Natalie. Did she want to submit? The answer was a resounding NO! No one on earth knew about her private kink. She had gotten out on her own and found a part of herself that she never knew existed, but she wasn’t about to give up the life and reputation she worked so hard for just to get a few wonderful orgasms from a stranger. Still the thought of being forced, tricked, or even blackmailed into it was enough to push her over the edge.

She could only hope that he would respond. Still, there was part of her that hoped that he wouldn’t respond so that she wouldn’t be tempted with these feelings any further. She cleaned herself up, and started on some minor chores that she had to do around the house, making up excuses to come back by the computer and check Messenger to see if she had any new mail. An hour past, then a day, by the third day, Mary Jane was giving up hope of hearing anything.

That afternoon when she checked her mail, she saw it a reply. He replied. Was it a he? Her mind and heart were racing as she opening the message...

From: coverthypnotic@yahoo.com

To: [email protected]

Subject: RE: fan mail and proposition

Your e-mail intrigues me because I too lead a little of a double life. If this helps your arousal any, this was all based on an actual session that I did with a girl. I do ask one thing. I prefer to chat with people who have a pic of some kind to send now. If you have a webcam, that’s even better... I find asking for a pic upfront eliminates some of those who aren't willing to take that step or are simply faking.

Now, I have one question for you. How did the end of the second part make you feel? Did you feel yourself slipping into a relaxed state at all? Just a curiosity I've found with this story.

I look forward to hearing from you,

Covert Hypnotic

(you can find me on yahoo messenger, coverthypnotic)

Mary Jane replied immediately. She wanted this badly now. She wasn’t sure what she would find, but she was willing to take a chance if this author could make her feel the way she had felt when she was reading that story.

From: [email protected]

To: coverthypnotic@yahoo.com

Subject: RE: fan mail and proposition

I'm so glad you were interested...that story is really having an effect on me, if not a hypnotic one then one that's still very gratifying :)

I'm attaching a pic of me--truth in advertising; it's about 2 years old. I don't think I look totally different though.

As for how I reacted to the second part of the story--I didn't feel "entranced" by it, but probably because I was reading it quickly and... um... urgently. ;) I don't know if I could be put into a hypnotic state from a computer screen (as much as I wish that sort of thing worked!) but then I’m not really an expert, am I?

Anyway, I hope we can talk soon... I'm really looking forward to it.

:) Mary Jane

The picture that she attached did her justice, Mary Jane thought. It was a pic a friend had taken at a party a couple of year ago at their senior party in college. Her clothes weren’t the sexiest, but the picture showed her silky brown hair, smooth skin, great smile, light hazel eyes, her small but firm 34b breasts, her flat stomach and her thin legs that kept guys looking. Overall, she was satisfied both her appearance and the pic she sent.

It was another 2 days before she got a reply, and it was another week after that before they were able to get together to chat at 6pm. Mary Jane felt as giddy as a schoolgirl on a first date. She spent the whole afternoon at work with her mind too preoccupied with deciding what (if anything) she should wear that night, that she didn’t finish her work until almost an hour after quitting time. She was in a rush just to get home by the time she said they would meet. Would he wait for her?

Finally, after much honking, screaming, and swerving from lane to lane to get through traffic she made it home with a couple of minutes to spare. She didn’t have time to change, and she didn’t want to appear to be such a slut that she wasn’t going to wear anything. After all, part of the fun would be to see if he could strip her. She simply sat down at her computer and logged on to Yahoo Messenger. He wasn’t there. Was she late? Was he coming? She just sat there and waited in disbelief and terror that now, after all of this, he wasn’t going to be there.

She kept thinking that maybe he was just pretending to be offline to see how long she would wait, laughing at her. Her stomach growled. She was getting hungry. She wanted to get up and get some food, but she was glued to the computer. She played a few games of FreeCell and Minesweeper to pass the time. First 10 minutes, then 15 minutes passed. By 6:20, Mary Jane was about to log off when the alert came up and Coverthypnotic’s icon lit up.

Casually, Mary Jane slumped just a little in her chair. Her breathing had slowed. She was really comfortable talking to this author. Still, she wondered why he was so interested in this story. She could already remember seeing that boat in her mind and waking up thirty minutes later face down on her keyboard. She laughed to herself as he responded.

Mary Jane realized what he was doing, but it was too late. She could already see the boat and hear the waves, and she was already feeling too good about the relaxation that she was feeling to put up any resistance. She just sank deeper into her chair.

She was so relaxed now it was getting hard to type. The author spent several more minutes telling her about the things she saw. He really had such a good eye for all the details she would have missed otherwise. He had typed something she missed. She was really glad to have a day at the beach. The waves felt so good on her feet. She loved being here like this. It had to be one of the most relaxing places on earth. She let her fingers rest on the keyboard, wondering why she had a keyboard here at all.

See his words? Well, yes, of course she see them, or did she hear them?

Without even thinking how absurd it must be that one moment she is at home the next she is hundreds or maybe even thousands of miles away at a beach, and now she is standing before a blackboard in a small school classroom. She wasn’t at all concerned though. She simply began to write the numbers, not noticing her fingers beginning to type instead.

Her mind hesitated. Was she on 42 or 43? She saw both a two and a three before her. It was getting so hard for her to concentrate on the numbers that she was writing. Feeling the chalk still firmly in her grasp, she kept typing hoping she hadn’t skipped a number

Mary Jane could barely keep writing. Hadn’t she written enough? She was too tired... no, too relaxed to keep going. She just wanted to sit down and maybe take a nap.

Again, she hesitated. She had erased her last number, but she couldn’t remember what number she was on. She remembered 44. Maybe she was on 45. She couldn’t think. She just knew she had to keep writing, so she did just that.

There was nothing left in her mind. She only could think of the number 51. She didn’t know if she had already written it or if it was the next number to write. She couldn’t even think of what came after 51 right now anyways, so she kept writing 51.

Finally, Mary Jane’s mind and body gave way. She couldn’t even write the numbers. She saw her hypnotist’s words urging her on, but her mind was too relaxed. She wasn’t even sure the number she had written before.

Her hypnotist spent several more minutes deepening her trance to a good depth for a first trance. By this time, Mary Jane was only thinking about what she was told to think about. Somewhere in her mind lurked a few stray thoughts and a small fragment of her consciousness watching, guarding her, but at this moment, she was too relaxed and happy to care. It was almost addictive to feel this good.

What? Mary Jane snapped back to reality. She had been lost in thought or asleep or... Well, she wasn’t sure what she had been thinking about, but she was supposed to be chatting. She wondered idly if you could really be hypnotized online like his story suggested. She’d just have to wait and see. Though, her pussy didn’t want to wait much longer.

Mary Jane whipped her head around to scan the room. She was half expecting to see a window open with some strange man staring into it through binoculars. What she saw though, was that all her windows and doors were shut. No one could see in. Was this author someone she worked with? How did he know that? What was going on?

A shiver of excitement shot down Mary Jane’s spine straight to her pussy. God! She was so horny! What was he doing to her?! She licked her lips. Honestly, she couldn’t wait to see what he would do next. Could he really get her to strip?

Mary Jane was getting bored and a little confused? Why was it such a big deal for her to take off her top? She’d done it for other guys before. What was he up to?

Without even thinking about it, Mary Jane stood up, unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She sat back down waiting to see when this guy would actually do something, all her thoughts of wanting to stay dressed forgotten. She was beginning to think that he was a good author and little else.

Mary Jane blushed

Mary Jane leaned back in her chair. Her panties were now forming a nice damp patch, and she was starting to smell her scent floating through the room. He had already hypnotized her? How had he done it? They talked for a minute about her favorite induction, and then they moved onto her fantasy of being unable to resist. She couldn’t point to any lost time. It was a real mystery.

Mary Jane’s head was spinning. She had a reason. They had just been talking about it, but he made it seem so black and white. She was alone and horny, so why shouldn’t she play with herself? She did want to. Still, she had this nagging feeling in the back of her mind that she shouldn’t, but since she couldn’t understand it, she just ignored the feeling and slid a single finger into her pussy.

She was typing with one hand. It was a little slower, but she was so enthralled in finger her pussy that she really didn’t care. She just wanted this feeling to last forever. She kept sliding it slowly in and out. She felt her arousal jump suddenly, and she slipped another finger inside herself, fingering much faster. She knew she would cum soon.

Somewhere a man sitting at a keyboard crossed his fingers. He knew she was ready, but was she responding that well to the hypnosis that he could now not only fool her eyes but fool her mind. In another place, Mary Jane had the answer. The last thing she knew that she saw were his words saying that she was ready. Then her mind exploded into a massive orgasm that caused her body to erupt right after. It was one of the most intense yet the weirdest orgasm she had ever had since her orgasms usually started in her pussy, not her mind. She’d have to ask him about that at some point. Was that how hypno-caused orgasms felt?

Mary Jane didn’t want to admit she had cum, but he knew. How did he always know?

Those two words were at the same time humiliating and arousing. He was treating her like some helpless little girl that he was just playing with. He really didn’t even seem to care about her. This was all a game to him, and as much as she tried to deny it, that made this whole situation even hotter.

Mary Jane had never felt so cornered before. She couldn’t deny that she was have the absolute time of her life chatting with him, but this author wouldn’t give an inch. She was completely off balance, and he kept pushing. She really didn’t feel like she had any choice. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew she could go put on some fresh panties, but they would just get soaked also. Instead, she did what she knew he wanted her to do. She lifted her hips slightly, and with a thumb under each side, she pulled her panties to the floor. She wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of being right again. She didn’t respond this time. She waited him out.

Why was she telling him everything he asked?

Mary Jane didn’t hesitate. She knew what he wanted, and what he wanted did seem to be right. She’d never had a man talk her out of her clothes before, but she wasn’t entirely sure that was what he had done either. He did give her the choice, but the other options were just too ridiculous. She didn’t even bother to wait for him to ask. She responded,

She was beginning to feel a little scared of her own desires. She couldn’t think clearly. She needed to get out clear her head, get a hold of herself before he could.

The more Mary Jane thought about it the more she didn’t want to get dressed. She was horny. She was alone. She was comfortable. She wouldn’t tell him, but what she wanted most was to play with herself some more. That would just make him think that was really all she cared about. Why was she so focused on that tonight?

That was all the encouragement Mary Jane needed. She slipped a couple of fingers back inside her pussy. She could already feel it getting wet again.

He was right. Why was he always right tonight? Was it the hypnosis? Was she losing her mind?

Why was she? She had wanted to, but she hadn’t done it until he said to. She knew she was submissive, but this guy was pressing all of her buttons.

And that was the way the next few hours of her life were spent, in a haze somewhere between pure lust, submission, humiliation, and hypnosis. She knew that her friend had finally shown up, but Mary Jane just suggested that she might have some company in her home right at the moment and didn’t want to be disturbed. It wasn’t really all that much of a lie, and it wouldn’t be the first one night stand her friends had seen her pull.

She could work her way out of this. Still, part of her did hate to lie to her friends. Someday she would explain, but for now, Mary Jane just didn’t have the courage to tell them everything. After all, what would they think of her? The evening past. She had more orgasms than she ever remembered having in one night. She was never quite sure who was making her decisions even though he always seemed to give her a choice.

Then, just as suddenly as the evening began, he said goodbye. A friend had stopped by at his door, and he left. He told her that he would be on again tomorrow night. He didn’t even bother asking if she wanted to chat some more. He just told her to be there at 6pm just like today. It meant canceling on her friends again, but she did want to chat again. She knew she really had no choice anyways. She would be there. Then he was gone. Mary Jane had three more orgasms before she finally managed to pull herself away from her computer chair and to her bed.

Mary Jane fell back onto her bed still fantasizing about him. What would he make her do? How far was she really willing to go with this? When she finally calmed herself down, she drifted off into a deep sleep, the author’s words still echoing inside her mind. She slept more peacefully that night than she had slept in years, completely satisfied, waiting for what tomorrow would bring.