From borisl@room3b.demon.co.ukMon Nov 6 17:23:58 1995 Date: Sun, 05 Mar 95 21:23:23 GMT From: Boris Ludmenkov To: dhuberma@copper.ucs.indiana.edu Subject: MY SEX SLAVE [Attached File: C:\AMIPRO\DOCS\FUNANDGA\MINDCONT\TOLOUVRE\MYSEXSLA.TXT Size: 94919] mc-my-sex-slave.txt I did not write this story. This story was obtained from the internet or a BBS. Most of the multi-part stories were consolidated at the time, and some minor adjustments made, mostly of a cosmetic nature. Enjoy ! MY SEX SLAVE by Mountain Man Chapter 1 - First Meeting When the blonde got on the bus, I knew instantly that the time had arrived to live out one of my fantasies. She was a knockout - shoulder-length blonde hair, baby-blue eyes, a sweet, innocent-looking face, and a lush body clad in a frilly blouse, a stylish jacket and a short skirt. Although she seemed confident and friendly, there was something slightly submissive about her manner that told me she was a likely candidate for becoming my sex slave. The bus was mostly empty. I was sitting alone in the last row and several rows in front of me were unoccupied. I caught her eye as she walked along the aisle, and to my delight, she came to the back of the bus and asked if she might join me. "I hate sitting alone on the bus, and you look like someone nice to talk to." For years I've had a fantasy of hypnotizing and having sex with a stranger; a beautiful woman who I'd seduce with no conscious awareness on her part. This lovely stranger seemed like a good possibility. She introduced herself as Susan. We exchanged some small talk, and after several minutes, I decided to test her suggestibility. "Its a bit warm in here, isn't it? I'm glad that I'm only wearing a short- sleeve shirt." In fact, the busses are all temperature-controlled at 68 degrees. "You're right, I am warm. I think I'll take off my jacket." As Susan removed her jacket, I knew that she was very suggestible, and should make a good subject for hypnosis. I decided to proceed with my plan. "You have the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen," I said. She blushed, and lowered her head. "I don't mean to embarrass you, but you really do have a lovely deep blue to your eyes. Would you let me look at them?" She shyly raised her eyes and looked at me. "Yes, they remind me of the sea in the Carribbean. As I look at the blue of your eyes, I can see the beautiful blue of the ocean against the clean white sand of a small island. The sun is warm and pleasant, and the sea laps gently at the shore. Can you imagine it?" She nodded in agreement. "I love to imagine that I'm in beautiful places. Would you like to come with me on an imaginary journey to an island paradise?" Again she nodded. Her eyes were gazing into mine, and her expression had become a bit distant. I continued to talk in a low and gentle tone. "We're lying on warm sand next to lovely blue water. The sound of the waves is soothing, the sun is gentle and warm. The water washes against the shore, in and out, in and out. I can see a small boat bobbing on the waves near the horizon. The boat rocks gently with the waves, up and down, up and down, up and down. The beach is so warm and relaxing. Its delightful to just rest quietly and soak in the gentle relaxation." As I painted a verbal picture intended to relax her and open her to suggestion, I noted her gaze becoming glassy. Her eyelids were slowly beginning to lower. "Its so nice to rest in the warm soft sand. The sound of the sea is soothing, gentle, relaxing. Its such a lovely drowsy feeling, the warm sun, the soft sand, the quiet waves. It would be so nice to rest your eyes. To just let them gently close, to relax, to sleep." By now, her eyes were half closed, and her body was becoming very relaxed. I continued my suggestions. "Its so nice to relax, to sleep. To let your heavy eyes fall and close. To enter a gentle, soothing sleep. Deep asleep. Deeper and deeper with each breath. Deeper and deeper. Its so nice to sleep, a deep and heavy sleep. You hear nothing but my voice, and nothing will awaken you until I awaken you." Her eyes were closed and her head had slumped forward onto her chest. It was obvious that she was now in a hypnotic trance. The time had come to test the depth of that trance and the extent to which she'd respond to my suggestions. "It's midday now and the sun is bright and hot. You're all alone on the beach and would like to do some sunbathing. Since there's no one else on the beach, it would be alright to remove your clothing. Go ahead and take your blouse off so that you can get some sun on your chest" The sleeping girl immediately began to unbutton her blouse. To my delight, she wasn't wearing a bra. When she had unbuttoned all the buttons down to her skirt, I told her to stop. Although her blouse was tucked into her skirt and her breasts were still covered, there was a line of bare skin starting at her neck, running between her breasts, and continuing down below her navel. I gave her my next command. "You'd like me to massage your breasts. It would feel very nice to have your breasts and nipples rubbed." With that I slipped a hand into her open blouse and cupped a breast. Her tit was firm under my hand and very full. I gently rubbed it, delighting in the feel of the soft flesh. I continued my suggestions. "The feel of my hand on your breast is very enjoyable. In fact, its turning you on, getting you hot." With that, her nipple instantly stiffened beneath my palm. Her breathing became deeper and more rapid. As I continued to massage her hardened breast, she began slowly moving against the seat, and a low moan escaped her now- parted lips. Moving my hand down from her breast, I slid over her smooth stomach and slipped under the waist band of her skirt and panties. Her fur was soft and silky. Sliding lower, I felt the moist folds of her pussy. Her cunt was juicy and her opening was receptive to my probing finger. As I pushed into her, she continued squirming and her moans were becoming louder. Realizing that this was getting out of hand (so to speak) for a public bus, I decided it was time to move the pleasurable playing to somewhere else. I had some things I wanted to try with my newly-found sex slave that required more privacy. I removed my hand from her pussy and told her that some people were coming down the beach and that she needed to fasten her clothing. When she'd finished buttoning her blouse, I gave her a set of post-hypnotic commands. "When I count to three, you will awaken. You will have no memory of anything that happened when you were asleep, and will not even realize that you've been sleeping. All you will remember is having an enjoyable conversation with me. In fact, you will have enjoyed the conversation so much, that when I suggest that we go to my apartment, you will happily agree. Any time in the future, Susan, that I touch your cheek and say the words 'deep, deep asleep' you will close your eyes and go into a deep sleep like the one you're in now. While you're asleep you will listen to my voice and will obey any command that I give you. Do you understand?" "Yes," she replied sleepily. "Furthermore, whenever you're asleep you will address me as Master. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master," she responded. "Good. Now I want you to awaken, Susan. One, two, three." With the number three, Susan opened her eyes. "What were we talking about?" she asked. "I must have drifted off for a moment." "That's quite alright. You were starting to tell me about your work. But why don't you hold off for just a moment. I live near the next bus stop. Would you like to join me for a cup of coffee and we can continue our conversation?" "That would be lovely," she said with a big, beautiful smile. The bus stopped, and taking her hand I stepped off. We strolled to my apartment, chatting idly. When we'd gotten in the door, and I'd shut it behind us, I touched her cheek and spoke the key words, "deep, deep asleep". As I gave her this post-hypnotic signal, Susan's eyes closed and her body relaxed. She was again in a deep hypnotic sleep. I knew that she'd follow any command I gave her; she was mine to play with in any way that I chose. "Susan, have you ever been been to a nudist colony?" I asked. "No, Master," she replied. "Have you ever been skinny-dipping?" "No, Master." "How would you feel about undressing in front of a group of strangers who weren't wearing any clothing?" "I'd be shy, Master. I don't think I'd want to do that." OK, Susan. We're going to visit a nudist camp. In fact, we're going to spend the weekend there. We're at the nudist camp now. When I snap my fingers you will open your eyes but stay deeply asleep. You'll notice dozens of attractive people all around, none of them wearing any clothing. People will be playing volleyball, swimming, playing frisbee, lying on the grass, chatting, and all of them, men and women will be totally nude." With this command, I snapped my fingers. Susan opened her eyes began peering around. An expression of slightly shocked astonishment came over her features. "The next person who talks to you, Susan, will be the director of the nudist camp." "Hello Susan," I said. "Hi," she replied. "My name is Rick and I'm the director of Sunny Acres. We're delighted to have you with us for the weekend. As you can see, everyone here has a very casual attitude towards nudity. You're free to remove any or all of your clothing. I can guarantee that no one will stare at you or be unpleasant. Of course, there's no obligation to go nude; you can wear as much clothing as you like and no one will mind. Whenever you're comfortable, feel free to undress." "Well, since everyone else is going nude, I suppose that I should too," she said. Her manner was somewhat hesitant, but she moved her hands to her blouse and slowly began to unbutton it. The sight of this beautiful, shy woman removing her clothing was incredibly arousing. When she'd finished unbuttoning her blouse, she very slowly and reluctantly tugged the ends out of her skirt and began to slide it off her shoulders. Her eyes were lowered and a blush began to spread over her face and across her now-bared breasts. Her breasts were incredible. Firm, full, perfectly rounded, requiring no support. Each was tipped with a large, lovely pink nipple. By this time, I had a raging hard-on, and I unfastened my pants to free it. As Susan continued to undress, I removed my pants and shirt. Susan was now bare to the waist, and began to unbutton her skirt. It was obvious that she was quite uncomfortable at undressing in front of a crowd of strangers; her lips were trembling, and her hands shook as they tugged at her clothes. She bravely pressed on, however, and was soon stepping out of her skirt. She was now clad only in a sheer, frilly pair of light blue panties. My eyes drank in her lovely form. She was lushly curved. Her smooth, gently rounded stomach was highlighted by an incredibly sexy navel. Her hips flared enticingly. I moved behind her to get a view of her panty-clad ass. Her cheeks were full and round, pressing tightly against the fabric. It was all I could do to restrain myself from reaching for a double handful of her soft flesh; but I wanted to see more of the "floor show". As I moved back around her, she was tugging downward on the waistband of her panties. Her blush had deepened, and she was gazing at the floor. She reluctantly lowered her panties, baring her pussy to my eager gaze. Her mound was full and covered with a rich, dark fur. As she lifted a leg to remove her panties, I got a glimpse of tender lips surrounding her luscious reddish-pink opening. Again I circled her, drinking in the sight of her beautiful, bare ass-cheeks. Her back was long and smooth and seemed to be begging to be stroked. When I was standing back in front of her, I continued with my suggestions. "Now Susan, I want you to look around and you'll notice an extremely attractive young man walking toward you. You'll find yourself becoming aroused at the sight of this handsome stranger and wishing that he'd come over and talk to you. Look up now, Susan. Susan raised her eyes, and they fastened on me. As she did, a smile brightened her features, and her eyes widened. I noticed her nipples hardening slightly and her breathing deepening. I crossed the room to stand in front of her and said, "Hi, I'm Brad. You must be new here. Welcome." "Thank you. My name's Susan." "Is this your first time to a nudist camp?" "Yes, and I'm a bit embarrassed." "You have nothing to be embarrassed about. No one here is wearing any clothing, and your body is quite beautiful." With those words, she gave a tiny gasp, and her nipples hardened visibly. A faint blush arose in her cheeks, but she kept her eyes on mine. "I don't know if anyone has warned you, but the sun is quite intense here and you need to be very careful to prevent sunburn. Would you like me to rub some suntan lotion on for you?" She nodded with a smile. "Why don't you lie down in the soft grass here, and I'll spread some lotion on your back." She lay down on the soft pile rug of my living room, and I straddled her naked ass. I began to massage the muscles of her neck and shoulders. As I did, she moaned softly. I moved my hands down to stroke her long, lovely back. As I reached the small of her back and began to rub the dimples at the top of her ass, her moans became louder and she began to rock her hips. As I kneaded the soft, firm flesh of her ass, her motions became more pronounced. I could see glimpses of her pussy between her legs; the lips were moist and glistening. I slid a finger along the crack of her ass. She gasped, and parted her legs to give me access. Her folds were slick and juicy, and my finger met with no resistance as it slipped into her. My cock was rock-hard and I could wait no longer to enter this sexy woman. I dipped a second finger into her cunt and, removing my hand, spread her lush juices over my cock. Again, I gathered her lubricant and spread it on my shaft. I lowered myself toward her, one hand holding my rod, the other spreading her pussy wide. I placed the tip against her opening, and with a single smooth thrust slid into her. She was incredibly warm and tight. Her hips were pumping against me and her vagina was rhythmically massaging my swollen cock. I reached down and slid a hand under her body, grasping one of her firm tits. As I massaged it, the nipple hardened and her moans increased in intensity. I whispered in her ear, "kiss me". With this, she arched her back up off the floor and turned her head toward me. Our lips met and her soft, wet tongue darted into my mouth. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning continuously from deep in her throat as her body writhed against mine. I gripped her breast tightly and rocked in and out of her at an ever-increasing pace. I began to move the hand at her breast - down across her stomach, over each breast roughly brushing the nipples, up to her soft, smooth neck, and down again. As I caressed her body, her cunt tightened and her flow of warm juices increased. I was thrusting rapidly now, long straight stokes. My orgasm was beginning to build, and as I felt the flow of cum gathering at the base of my cock, I slid my hand down her stomach and found her hard little clitoris. As I stroked it, her body tensed and began shuddering. Her breath was coming in tight little gasps and she moved her mouth slightly off mine. My cock exploded inside her. Pleasure overwhelmed me as I pumped stream after stream of liquid into her hot pussy. After the longest most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced, I slowly lowered my body until I was resting full-length against her. Slowly, we both recovered, our breathing quieted, and our now-sweaty bodies relaxed. Feeling completely drained, I told her to lie still. I fell asleep on top of her, with my cock still buried in her cunt. When I awoke, about an hour later, she was still lying quietly beneath me. Her eyes were closed, her features fully relaxed, and a faint smile on her sleeping face. I got off of her and told her that it was time to get up and put her clothes on. When she was fully clothed I gave her a parting set of instructions. "When I snap my fingers, you will awaken, feeling fully refreshed and relaxed. You will have no memory of anything that happened while you were asleep, and when you leave, you will not remember having been here. You will remember only a pleasant afternoon of walking around town and looking in shop windows. You will sleep very soundly tonight, and tomorrow morning will remember your experience at the nudist camp as a very pleasant dream. "Sometime in the next few days, I'll call you on the phone. When I say the words "my little sex slave", you will fall into a deep and heavy sleep. Whenever I say those words to you, you will go to sleep. You will not close your eyes, but will be deeply asleep and will follow all my commands. You will immediately let me know whether you are alone. If there's anyone with you, you'll tell me when you expect to be at home alone. If you're alone, you will address me as Master, but you will not do so if you have a visitor. When I tell you to hang up the phone, you will awaken and will have no conscious memory of any of my commands, but will remember a pleasant chat with a friend. Do you understand everything, Susan?" "I understand, Master." With that, I got her phone number and then commanded her to kiss me. Our kiss was long, deep, and passionate. After several minutes, I broke the kiss and snapped my fingers in front of her sleeping face. She opened her eyes and I bid her goodbye, leading her to the door. As she walked down the steps, her body swaying sexily, I was already fantasizing our next encounter. MY SEX SLAVE by Mountain Man Chapter 2 - Girl Scout Cookies It had been a week since I'd gotten together with Susan, my sex slave; I decided it was time for a session. I wanted to live out another fantasy, a sexual encounter with an eager, willing, but virgin young girl. "Hello," she said as she answered the phone. "Hello, is this Susan?" "Yes." "Hello, my little sex slave." This phrase is a post-hypnotic trigger that I've planted in her subconscious. I knew that on hearing it, she'd instantly go into a deep hypnotic sleep. "Hello, Master," she said. "I'm all alone." "Very good, Susan. When you were young, were you a girl scout?" "Yes, Master." Susan's clean-cut all-american looks had led me to believe that she might have been a girl scout; I was pleased that my inference was correct. "Do you still have your girl scout uniform?" "Yes, Master." "Very good. Can you still fit into it?" "I don't know, Master." "Go get the uniform now and try it on. Tell me if you're able to get it on." After several minutes, she came back on the line. "I can fit into it, Master. Its very tight, but I have it on." "That's wonderful, Susan. How old are you?" "I'm twenty-seven, Master," she replied. "No, Susan, you're fifteen years old. How old are you?" In a higher tone with a faint trace of a lisp she replied, "I'm fifteen, Master." "Very good. You've never had sex before and, in fact, have never seen a man without his clothes on. You're not sure how a man and a women have sex; you think that they rub against each other when they're both naked, but you're not sure of the details. Who's your best friend, Susan?" "Nancy Carlyle, Master." "I want you to remember spending last Saturday with Nancy, looking at pictures of naked men in magazines. You were telling Nancy how much you'd like to see a real man without his clothes and and that you'd like him to touch you. Do you remember that, Susan" "Yes, Master." "I want you to remember getting very excited while looking at the pictures with Nancy. Neither of you were sure why, but you both got wet between your legs, and had a pleasant tingling sensation in your crotch. You talked about it with Nancy, and then both of you took off your panties so that you could rub yourselves. You rubbed yourself between your legs for a long time while you looked at the pictures. It felt very, very good when you touched yourself. You wished that it was a man rubbing you. Although you're not clear on what a man and a women do together, you're very curious and want very much to find out. What would you like to do with a man, Susan?" "I'd like for him to touch me between the legs, and I'd like to see him with no clothes on." "Good. Now Susan, you're twenty-seven years old again. Do you have any plans for this evening?" "No, Master." "Excellent. I want you make sure that your evening is free; don't tell anyone what you'll be doing. When you awaken, stay dressed in your girl scout uniform. If you have a bra on, remove it, and change into your sexiest pair of panties. When you've finished dressing, get in your car and drive to my house. When you arrive, get out of the car and close the car door. When you do, you'll be fifteen years old, just like you were a few minutes ago. You'll be at my house to sell girl scout cookies, but you'll be thinking about looking at the magazines with Nancy last Saturday. You'll walk up to my front door and ring the bell. When you see me, you'll find me very attractive, and as you continue to look at me and talk to me, you will become very aroused and your panties will get damp. Do you understand everything that I've told you, Susan?" "Yes, Master." "Fine, hang up the phone now, Susan." Previously I'd commanded her to awaken from her hypnotic trance when she hung up the phone. I'd set the events in motion that would have Susan on my doorstep within a few minutes, believing herself to be a randy young virgin craving her first fuck. About 20 minutes later, I heard a car pull up. I looked out the window and saw Susan at the wheel. She got out of the car, and as she closed the door, I noticed that a childlike expression came over her features. She walked up to my door and rang the bell. The uniform that she was wearing was several sizes too small for Susan's well- developed body. Her breasts were straining at the fabric and threatening to burst her blouse. The rest of the uniform clung against her tightly, and particularly across the hips, it looked as if it had been sprayed on. Seeing this beautiful woman, with her child-like demeanor and tight juvenile uniform, caused an immediate erection to press against my shorts. "Hello, mister," she said in a high, childish voice. "I'm selling girl scout cookies. Would you like to buy some?" "I certainly would, little girl. Won't you come in?" "I'm NOT a little girl," she responded petulantly. "I'm fifteen years old and I'm a WOMAN." "Of course you are. I hope you'll excuse me. You certainly are a lovely young woman." With that, a blush spread over her face, and she lowered her eyes. "Please, come in and tell me about your selection of cookies." She stepped into my living room, and I motioned her to a seat on the couch. I sat down about two feet away from her. I asked her name and then a series of questions about girl scout cookies. As I talked with her, I noticed that she was having a hard time sitting still. She was squirming slightly, pressing her ass cheeks against the couch and rubbing her thighs together. I knew that she was becoming very aroused and, wishing to be discrete, was trying to control her almost overpowering need for sexual stimulation. I slid over next to her and placing a hand on her knee, asked her if anything was wrong. "What do you mean," she replied, blushing furiously. As I touched her bare knee, she flinched and her breathing began to quicken. "Well, you seem to be a bit restless. Is anything troubling you?" As I spoke to her, I began to lightly rub my hand over her knee with a small circular motion. Her squirming became more pronounced and her face was quite flushed. Her eyes were lowered, and as I continued to stroke her, her eyelids fluttered shut and her lips parted. I slowly increased the range of my caresses, traveling further and further up her smooth thigh with each circuit. Her breathing grew heavier and began to come in gasps. As my strokes moved up her leg, she pressed against me, straining her crotch rhythmically towards my hand. She hadn't answered my question, but after about a minute of stroking, when my hand was within a couple of inches of her pussy, she mumbled something unintelligible. "I'm sorry. I didn't catch what you said." A bit louder she said, "Please mister, touch me in other places." "Where would you like me to touch you, Susan?" With her eyes still closed, her head lowered, and in a voice so soft I could barely hear it she said, "between my legs". "I'll be happy to touch you between your legs, but first I'd like to rub your breasts, Susan. Have you ever had your breasts rubbed by a man?" She opened her eyes and, looking at me with a wide-eyed stare, shook her head. "Would you like me to rub your breasts?" She blushed, but nodded an affirmative. Her nipples had already hardened against her blouse. I moved my hands to the top button. The fabric was stretched so tightly that I had some difficulty unfastening it. By the time I'd worked the third button free, her breasts had sprung loose from their tight confinement. They were very firm and taut, and as I began massaging them, her nipples became even more erect. She was moaning, a low melodious sound from deep in her throat. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine, pinning my hands against her breasts. I continued squeezing her tits rhythmically as I snaked my tongue between her parted lips. She pressed against me even harder and her moans became louder. After kissing her and fondling her breasts for several minutes, I worked a hand free and pressed it against her panty-covered mound. Her sheer, lacy panties were completely soaked. She broke our kiss and gave a long shuddering sigh. I began rubbing her through the thin fabric and, as I did, she ground her crotch against my hand. I stopped my ministrations and asked her, "Does that feel good?" "It feels incredible. Please don't stop." "It will feel much better before we're through. Stand up, Susan." I rose to my feet and helped her up. I put my arms around her and pressed my body full length against hers. Nuzzling her neck, I gently licked and sucked the tender flesh. At the same time, I cupped her panty-clad ass with both hands and pressed her mound into my erection. I moved my hips against her, squeezing her ass in rhythm. "Ooooohhhhhhhhh," she sighed. I slid both hands under the waistband of her panties and fondled the bare skin of her behind. With a finger from each hand I began to rub down along her crack. When I reached her tight little asshole, I caressed it gently with my finger tips. She glued her lips to mine and began moaning into my mouth. Reaching down farther, I stroked the moist opening of her vagina. Her moans became louder, and as I slipped a finger inside her, her body began writhing, her hips thrusting against my hand. I disengaged my hands and requested her help in removing her dress. She complied eagerly and within seconds the all-but-nude girl was pressing herself against me as tightly as possible. I ran my hands over her body, caressing her neck, her sides, her back, her ass, her thighs. She was squirming against me, her lips mashed tightly to mine and her tongue thrust deep into my mouth. Again I broke our embrace and suggested that she help me off with my clothes. Her eyes were bright with anticipation as she unbuttoned my shirt and I removed it. I took off my pants and then slowly, teasingly lowered my shorts. When I exposed my penis to her eager gaze, she gasped and her face took on an expression of delight. "May I touch it?" she asked. "Of course. Wrap your fingers around it and stroke up and down very lightly." She began to gently rub my cock. The sensation was exquisite. After a minute or two of pleasurable stroking, she stopped and said, "Its so soft and smooth; it feels really nice. But what's it for?" I grinned and said, "Its to make you feel good. Would you like me to show you?" Her eyes shining, she nodded her head. I placed my palm flat against her stomach and slowly slid it down into her panties. Her pubic hair was damp and matted. As I slipped a finger into her moist slit, she closed her eyes, bit her lower lip, and whimpered with pleasure. I found her stiffened clitoris and gently circled it with two finger tips. She shuddered and her knees began to collapse. I slipped my other arm around her, supporting her body as I continued to stroke her. The trembling of her body increased in intensity and within a few seconds she gave a wordless cry as a series of spasms wracked her. I gently lowered her onto the couch as, eyes tightly closed, she gasped for breath. I softly stroked her body as she calmed down. When she was able to speak, she opened her eyes and said, "What happened? I've never felt anything so good; I thought I'd died and gone to heaven." "You've just had what's called an orgasm," I said. "That's what a man's penis is for, to give a woman orgasms and so that the man can have orgasms as well. I can give you an orgasm using my penis that will feel even better than the one you just had. Would you like to try it?" She nodded her head vigorously. I helped her off with her sopping panties and, gently parting her legs, positioned myself between her thighs. I laid the underside of my cock against her wet pussy and began to slide up and down her tract. I slid a hand under her ass and pressed her up against me while pushing my cock down tightly. The pressure on her clitoris and cunt lips was driving her wild. Her arms were wrapped tightly around me, and she was shaking her head from side to side while moaning loudly. Her hips pumped rhythmically, her generous flow of juice allowing me to slide smoothly against her. Finally, I could stand it no longer; I slid down until I was positioned at her opening and then slowly eased my stiff cock into her. She was warm and tight; her cunt gripped my cock like a moist velvet vise. As I pumped into her, she lifted her head off the couch, her eyes stared into mine and her mouth formed a soundless scream. She was rocking back and forth rapidly, panting in rhythm. I lowered my lips to one of her rock-hard nipples and began to rapidly vibrate my tongue against it. I continued to squeeze her ass from beneath and pull her hips upward in synchrony with my thrusts. Within moments her back arched, a tremor ran through her, and the muscles of her pussy began pulsating rhythmically. I slowed my motions, gently easing in and out as one orgasm after another shook her. I continued to slow, finally coming to rest against her. Her orgasms began to diminish, with only occasional tremors passing through her. Her ragged breathing began to still and her whole body relaxed into post-orgasmic lassitude. Her eyes were closed and her lips slightly parted. I eased off of her. As I gently stroked her face, she opened her eyes and beamed at me. "Oh, thank you. Thank you so much!" she enthused. "We're not done yet," I said. I haven't had my orgasm, and I can help you to have another. Would you like that?" "Oh, I would, I would!" "There are many positions in which a man and a woman can enjoy sex. Each of them has its own particular pleasures. Would you like me to show you another position?" "Oh yes, show me!" I had her get down on the floor on her hands and knees. Positioning myself behind her, I eased into her well-lubricated sheath. With one hand I fondled her swollen breasts, while with the other, I massaged her clitoris. She rocked back and forth and we quickly fell into a rhythm that was exquisitely pleasurable. As our excitement rose, we began moving faster and faster. My balls were slapping against her ass and the copious flow of fluid from her pussy bathed my shaft. I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her against me, slamming my cock deeply into her over and over again. She was screaming with passion and I was gasping and moaning. Soon we reached the point of no return. I felt my cum gathering and then my cock began to pulsate, shooting massive amounts of hot sperm into her tunnel. The sensation drove her over the edge; her cunt clamped down, making my orgasm even more enjoyable. I wrapped my arms tightly around her and pressed myself against her as the last of my cum dribbled from my now-spent member. Her body had gone limp and only the support of my arms kept her from collapsing on the floor. I eased her down onto her side and, with my cock still inside her, we nestled spoon-fashion. Within moments we both slipped into deep slumber. I awakened to her caresses. She rolled over and kissed me deeply, murmuring thanks for the pleasure she'd experienced. "Thank you for making me a woman," she said with a look of gratitude. We arose and dressed. Speaking a code phrase, I put her into a hypnotic trance and commanded her to go home, go to bed, and awaken the next morning remembering our encounter only as a pleasant dream. MY SEX SLAVE by Mountain Man Chapter 3 - A visit from Nurse Susan "Hello, my little sex slave" I was talking on the phone with Susan. With this code phrase, I put her into a deep hypnotic trance. In this state, she was completely receptive to any suggestions that I gave her, and would willingly act out any sexual fantasies that I could imagine. I had been "getting together" with Susan for several weeks. I'd questioned her extensively, and knew that she was a registered nurse who provided private care for patients in their homes. I decided that the time had come for this sexy little nurse to provide me with some extra-special home care. "Susan, I want you to come to my house in a professional capacity. I have an unusual prostate condition, and you're to care for me today. You've spoken with the doctor about my condition and he's told you what to do for me. In order to relieve the pressure on my prostate, I need to ejaculate with my prostate in a warm environment. In order to provide this, you're to administer a very warm enema and then give me any assistance that I might require to ejaculate. Its important that my penis also be kept very warm as I ejaculate. I will need to ejaculate at least once, but two or even three ejaculations would be desirable. After the first ejaculation, its no longer necessary that my prostate be kept warm by the enema, although it would be desirable. Do you understand these doctor's orders, Susan?" "Yes, Master." "Very good. The doctor also told you that my condition doesn't affect my sperm, and that if you were to get any on you, or even some in your mouth it would be perfectly safe." "Now Susan, when you come to my house, you're to wear your nurse's uniform, but no underwear. Leave the top three buttons of your blouse unbuttoned. Be sure to bring two disposable enemas with you and prepare them both for use when you get here. You'll introduce yourself as "Nurse Susan". When you meet me, you will find me extremely attractive. When you touch my body, you'll find yourself becoming sexually excited. Now hang up the phone, Susan." I knew that as soon as she hung up the phone, she would awaken, and that shortly she'd be on her way over. I prepared for her visit by removing my clothing and donning a bathrobe. It was going to be a lot of fun being "sick"! A short time later, Susan arrived. "Hello, I'm Nurse Susan," she said. She looked very sexy in her nurse's outfit. With the blouse unbuttoned halfway, I could see the sides of her creamy breasts and just a hint of her rosy nipples. Her smooth and shapely legs were well set off by her spotlessly white skirt, and knowing that her pussy was naked underneath had me tremendously excited. "If you'll give me a few minutes to prepare, I'll give you the treatment that the doctor ordered. Would you please show me to your kitchen?" This no-nonsense, professional demeanor contrasted sharply with her soft, sexy face and body, exciting me even further. I led her to the kitchen and helped her prepare a warm water bath on the stove, into which she placed the two enema bottles. As the water heated, she asked me if I was familiar with the details of the treatment I was to receive. I assured her that I was, but requested clarification on a few points. "Its important that my penis be kept warm during this procedure, isn't it Nurse Susan?" "Yes, I'll have you wrap your hand around it to keep it warm, or if necessary, I'll hold it in my hand." "I sometime have trouble ejaculating. Will you help me if I do?" "Blushing slightly, but with her breathing quickening a bit, she replied, "I've agreed to give you this treatment. I'll do whatever is necessary to administer it properly." We chatted as the enemas warmed. Her manner softened a bit as we talked, and several times she smiled, dimples appearing in her lovely face. Soon the enemas were ready. Taking one of them from the water, she followed me to the bedroom. She requested that I remove my robe and lay face-up on the thick towel that I'd used to cover the bed. When I was prone, she asked me to raise my knees and part my legs. Reaching into her medical kit, she removed a jar of vaseline. She put on a disposable glove and then scooped a big gob of vaseline onto her index finger. Placing her finger against my hole, she gently insinuated it into me. She stroked her finger back and forth several times, loosening the opening and spreading the lubricant. The sensation was delightful. I stared at her lovely breasts as she fingered my ass. As she ministered to me, her breathing began to quicken and her skin became flushed. The post-hypnotic command that I've given was causing her to become aroused. Removing her finger from my behind, she slid the nozzle of the enema inside. As the warm liquid squirted into me, she said, "Wrap your hand around your penis and begin to stroke it." The attention she'd been giving me already had me rock-hard. I slowly stroked my shaft as the warm enema continued to pour into me. The combined sensation was exquisite. After about a minute, she'd finished administering the enema and my bowel was full of warm fluid. The pressure and warmth on my prostate was heavenly. I decided to make the situation even more enjoyable. "I'm having a hard time. If I could look at your breasts, it would help me to cum," I said. She blushed deeply but unfastened the remaining buttons of her blouse and slipped it off. Her nipples were already stiff, protruding in tight little knobs from her taut breasts. I reached out my free hand and gently squeezed one. She gasped, her chest heaving, as she stared at me with unfocused eyes. I pressed my hand against her breast and rubbed her silky flesh as I continued to stroke my throbbing cock. Her breath was coming in gasps as I moved my hand to her other breast and continued my massage. "I need a bit more stimulation; would you kiss me," I asked. With that, she moved closer and pressed her soft, moist lips against mine. I stroked her lips with the tip of my tongue and she parted them, giving me access. As I slid my tongue into her mouth, I felt her hand on mine, gently removing it from my cock and replacing it with her own. Her fingers ran up and down my shaft smoothly and expertly. After a couple of minutes of minutes she broke our kiss and said, "I'm worried that we're not keeping your penis warm enough; I think I can remedy that though." She moved down to my waist and engulfed my member in her warm, wet mouth. She laid her tongue flat against my shaft and began to bob up and down, taking my full length on each stroke. I was awash in pleasure. Her talented mouth combined with the warm pressure in my abdomen to bring me to new heights of sensation. After about a minute of this, I felt my testicles begin to contract. She must have noted a change in my movements, because at that instant she gently squeezed my balls and sped up her motion. As I began to spurt, she increased the suction on my cock, drinking my sperm as fast as I pumped it. I kept coming and coming. This was the most intense and prolonged orgasm I'd ever experienced. I began to wonder when my cock would run dry. As I continued to shoot jet after jet of hot cum, she sucked down every drop. At last my contractions slowed and I settled on the bed in a daze. She lifted her head from my crotch and, licking her lips with a smile said, "That was very good. Do you think that you can hold the enema in long enough to have another orgasm?" "I'm not sure, but I'll give it a try. It would help if I had even more stimulation. Would you be willing to take me in your pussy?" She blushed slightly, but her eyes were shining as she said, "That's something I don't usually do for my patients, but to help you get well, I'll make an exception. Besides," she said as she began unfastening her skirt, "I do find you extremely attractive." She dropped her skirt to the floor, baring her lush body to my gaze. She swung a leg over me, positioning her dripping cunt over my still-erect organ. Slowly she eased herself onto me. The fluid in my bowel was beginning to seek release, forcing me to tighten my rectum. This contraction caused my penis to lengthen as I drove my hips upward to meet her downward motion. The sensation of her hot, moist cunt engulfing my stiff organ was mind-blowing. She began to slowly rock up and down, her muscular vagina massaging my cock with each stroke. As she moved, she leaned forward until the tips of her breasts were touching me. Lightly she rubbed her nipples over my chest. She pressed her lips against mine and I reached behind her to stoke the firm, smooth flesh of her buttocks. Gradually she increased the pace of her movements. Her hips were swinging in complicated patterns that combined an up-and-down thrusting with a circular motion. She synchronized this pattern with contractions of her cunt, causing waves of ecstasy to course through my body. After several minutes of passionate kissing, she lowered her head to my chest and pressed her lips to my right nipple. This forced her hips forward, allowing me to penetrate her even more deeply. My pelvis was up off the bed, thrusting rapidly in and out of her, my ass checks tightly clenched, keeping the warm fluid within me and my rock-hard shaft at its maximum extension. My orgasm was building; I could tell that it was going to be even more powerful than the first one. My whole lower body, from my stomach down to my thighs seemed to be gathering to a single focus. My release was totally unlike the sudden rush that I'm accustomed to. I began coming smoothly; the pumping action of my cock seemed minimal, and yet I felt a steady, powerful, and exquisitely pleasurable flow. Like my earlier orgasm, this one went on and on. I felt unusually relaxed as my cock continued to throb inside Susan's warm, tight pussy. Finally, the flow trickled to a halt, and I settled back on the bed. Instead of the lassitude I normally experience after coming, I felt extremely energetic. The fluid within me was becoming insistent. I whispered my need to her, and she climbed off. I headed for the bathroom and, seating myself on the toilet, voided the enema. As I did, Susan entered the bathroom. Her naked skin was flushed and vibrant, nipples hard, eyes sparkling, and her breath still rapid between moistly parted lips. She stood beside me, and I reached around to cup her ass and draw her toward me. Her breasts were at the perfect height for me to press my lips against them. I suckled the stiff nipples and massaged the soft but firm flesh of her tits. She crooned with delight and pressed and rubbed her body against me. I decided that I'd try to repay the pleasure that she'd given me and experience some new sensations myself. Asking her to wait for me, I went to the kitchen and retrieved the other enema from its warm bath. Returning to the bathroom, I draped a soft towel over the toilet tank and seated myself on the padded seat. I had her straddle me. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her tightly against me. Reaching underneath, I gathered some of her copious moisture on a fingertip and began massaging her tight back opening. She squealed and mashed her lips against mine. Her opening loosened and I worked my way into her. She was wiggling her hips and pressing backward against my finger. When I'd gotten in as far as I could, I withdrew my finger and replaced it with the nozzle of the enema bottle. The lubricated tip slid into her easily. I reached down, placed the head of my cock into her vagina, and slid into her effortlessly. When her hips were firmly nestled against mine, I squeezed the enema bottle and the warm fluid began to flow into her. I could feel the warm liquid pressing against my penis. As more and more of the enema filled her, the compression increased. Finally, the enema bottle was empty and I began fucking into the warmest, tightest cunt I'd ever experienced. The sensations were driving her wild. She squirmed and cried, "Ahhhhhh, Ahhhhhhh, Oooooohhhhhhh". Her body was bucking on my stiff pole. With one hand I pinched and tweaked her tight nipples. With the other I caressed her ass, her neck, occasionally raking my nails down her smooth back. Within moments, she began cumming, wailing loudly and shaking from head to toe. I continued to rock in and out of her steaming tunnel as one climax after another rippled through her body. Wishing to prolong her orgasm, I began stroking her clitoris, at the same time thrusting my tongue into her ear. She screamed with pleasure. Her hot pussy was pulsating, contracting rhythmically around me. After several minutes, I stopped my attentions to her button and held her against me. Gradually, her body stilled. When she'd regained her breath, I helped her stand and relinquished my seat, allowing her to empty herself of the warm enema. When she'd finished, she stood and with a big smile pressed herself against me. I explored her back passage with a finger, finding it loosely relaxed and well-lubricated. I whispered in her ear, "do you enjoy anal sex?" She stiffened and in a tight voice replied, "I've never tried it and I don't want to." I touched her cheek and said, "Go to sleep, Susan. Deep, deep asleep". Her eyes fluttered closed and her breathing became heavy and regular. "Susan, you're eager to experience anal sex. Although you've never tried it before, the idea excites you. You want very much to feel my penis in your behind. It will feel extremely pleasurable and satisfying." I sat on the toilet seat and had her straddle me, facing away. I grasped her hips and slowly guided her down onto my shaft. The sight of her smooth shapely globes positioned over my cock with her puckered rosebud open for penetration was extremely erotic. I commanded her to relax the muscles of her sphincter, allowing me to slide into her easily. When she was firmly settled on me, I instructed her to tighten her anus. The hot, newly-moistened tissues of her back passage engulfed me tightly. Grasping a taut breast in each hand, I began to guide her up and down my shaft. The heat and pressure were intense. I loved it, and by her rocking motion and the little whimpers that she was making, I could tell that she was loving it too. I commanded her to finger herself, and as she touched her bud, her orgasms resumed. I stroked her nipples lightly and rapidly while sucking on the tender flesh at the nape of her neck, causing her to moan loudly and shake even harder. The rippling motion of her cunt and rectum drove me over the edge. I spewed my final load into her depths. I had her stop touching herself, and we both relaxed into the aftermath of our climaxes. After resting for several minutes, I had her get dressed, and then awakened her, commanding her to remember our sexual activities only as a pleasant dream. MY SEX SLAVE by Mountain Man Chapter 4 - The shopping trip It was Friday afternoon. I had nothing lined up for the weekend, and decided that a hot night on the town was what I needed. A fantasy with my sex slave, Susan, would be just the touch to make it a memorable occasion. I gave her a call, and within minutes she was at my door. As she entered, I touched her cheek and spoke the keywords, "deep, deep, asleep". Her eyes closed and her body relaxed. Now in a deep hypnotic sleep, she stood passively, awaiting my commands. "Susan, we're going shopping for clothing today. You'll be happy to try on everything I suggest, and will ask my opinion before buying anything. While we're out shopping, you'll accept any suggestion I give you. Now awaken." Susan and I drove to a nearby mall where there's a small shop that specializes in evening wear and intimate apparel. The saleswoman was extremely attractive, early thirties, long fiery red hair, sea-green eyes that had a flash of mirth in them, a lovely face with fresh creamy skin, a trim and well-rounded body. Although her clothing was tastefully subdued, there was something extremely seductive in her manner. I noted that she wasn't wearing a wedding ring. "Hello," I said. "We're looking for an evening dress and some underwear" "Well, you've come to the right place," she said with a smile. "What sort of dress are you looking for?" "Something that would be appropriate for an evening out - dinner and dancing. Not overly revealing, but sexy." The saleswoman flashed me another smile and then turning to Susan said, "I think I have just the thing, and in a color that will be perfect for you." She led us over to a rack and selected an aquamarine off-the-shoulders evening gown. "That's lovely," I said. "Why don't you try it on, Susan?" As Susan headed off for the dressing room, the saleswoman said, "your wife is quite beautiful." "Oh, she's not my wife. In fact, we're not romantically involved at all, just friends. Susan broke up with her boyfriend recently, and wants to buy some clothes that will help her feel desirable, but she's very shy about shopping for them, particularly the sexy underwear. I told her I'd come along so that she'd feel more comfortable." "That's very kind of you," she said with a big smile. "Lots of men won't go shopping for women's clothing, even with their wives. You must be very special." Continuing to smile, she parted her lips slightly. The tip of her tongue appeared at the corner of her mouth and slowly stroked her upper lip. Wondering if she was trying to invite an advance, I decided to provide a casual opening. In a joking manner I said, "Well, I'm sure that this isn't the best place to meet men." "No, its not," she said with a coy 'come hither' expression. "And being surrounded by sexy underwear all day long really gets me hot." "I'd be happy to help you out," I said with a grin. She returned the grin, but said, "What about your friend?" "Let me worry about that." Susan emerged from the dressing room wearing the gown. It fitted perfectly. The cut of the dress accentuated the full curve of her upper breasts and left the smooth, flawless skin of her neck and shoulders bare. The sight of her lovely form in this sexy dress, combined with the saleswoman's sexual innuendos, was causing me to harden. "Susan, I know that you'd rather not look at the underwear. Why don't you let me pick out some items for you? If you'll tell the saleswoman your sizes, I'm sure she'll help me. You can go to the Food Court, have a drink and wait for me." "OK," she said. She told the saleswoman what she needed and left the shop. The red-head locked the door behind her and flipped the sign to "Closed". She lead me back to the dressing area and, leaning seductively against the wall, breathed in a sultry voice, "Hi, I'm Ginny." I gathered her in my arms and replied, "I'm John," as I pressed my lips against hers. She returned the kiss eagerly, her tongue probing my mouth. Her lips were full and her tongue warm and lively. I caressed her back as she pressed herself against me. As I continued to kiss her, she unbuttoned her blouse. I reached inside and fondled her breast through the sheer fabric that covered it. Breaking our kiss, I admired the low-cut, lacy, black bra. It was clasped in front and I quickly released her shapely breasts and pressed my lips to a nipple. Her tits were rather small, but her nipples were very long and hard, and by the way she was moaning and writhing as I sucked on them, I could tell that they were extremely sensitive. After a couple of minutes of this pleasurable sucking, Ginny unzipped me. She pulled my pants and underwear down below my knees and then began to fondle my rigid cock. As she did, I reached up under her dress to massage her mound. To my surprise, there was nothing covering her naked, juicy pussy; she was wearing crotchless panties! Delighted, I stroked up and down her moist slit, gently rubbed around her hard, throbbing clitoris, and then slid my forefinger into her tight snatch. I returned to kissing her luscious lips and she squirmed against me, moaning into my mouth. I slipped my free hand down behind one of her knees, lifted it to waist-height, and pushed it outward, opening her pussy. I removed the hand inside her and grasped my cock, fitting it to her entrance. She gave a gasp of pleasure as she felt her lips part, and moved her raised leg behind my buttocks. She placed her ankle against my ass and firmly began to pull me inward. I placed both hands under her behind, grasping the silky fabric that encased her rounded cheeks, and pulled myself deeply into her. She was so tight that I was forced to enter her very slowly, maddeningly slowly. I could feel the smooth ridged walls of her vagina part reluctantly as I penetrated her. The warm compression of my shaft was more intense than anything I'd ever experienced. Her passage was so narrow that I was afraid I'd hurt her, but she seemed to be experiencing nothing but complete enjoyment; her hips were wriggling, her lips nibbled on mine hungrily, and she was gasping and moaning continuously (She later confided that this "zipless fuck" - not something she usually engaged in - had her more aroused than she'd ever been). When finally I was completely inside her, Ginny put her arms around my neck and, holding firmly, lifted herself off the ground. She wrapped both her muscular legs around my ass and, gripping tightly, locked me deep inside of her. I pushed her up against the wall and tried to start thrusting. Her legs were holding me so tightly that I was unable to move within her even a fraction of an inch. I continued to try, to no avail; I could feel her grinning as I struggled. Just as I was ready to scream from frustration, I felt her vagina began a series of rippling contractions. Her walls tightened and squeezed, starting at the base of my cock and with smooth, even pressure, moved down to the base and then back up again. Over and over again she massaged my cock with firm and exquisite strokes. I couldn't believe what I was experiencing; I'd never met a woman who had this kind of control over the muscles of her pussy. The sensation was mind-blowing. She seemed to be enjoying it as much as I was; her kisses were deep and passionate, and she continued to gasp and moan. The sensations on my cock were unbelievably pleasurable, but I wanted more stimulation of other parts of my body. I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and pressed my chest against her firmly erect breasts. I slowly moved my upper body, massaging her breasts with the motion, delighting in the feel of her rigid nipples tracing patterns on my skin. She responsed enthusiastically, increasing the intensity of her genital massage and moaning even louder. I reached under the waistband of her panties with both hands and grasped the firm flesh of her bare behind. I kneaded and squeezed her cheeks in rhythm with the contractions of her cunt. I knew that she was on the edge of coming; her breathing had become ragged and her motions were becoming insistent. Her legs had slackened their grip and I was now able to thrust within her, short rapid strokes that quickly brought us both to the brink. I inserted a finger between our lips and into her mouth. Briefly, I fenced with her vibrant tongue and then, leaning backwards to create a space between our bodies, I touched her clitoris with my moistened finger. Instantly, the smooth and even rhythm of her pussy became chaotic as her body trembled and shook with the intensity of her orgasm. Unable to hold out any longer, I began to cum. We clung to each other, gasping and shuddering, as overwhelming pleasure swept through us both. I held Ginny tightly against me, and she clung to my neck. My knees weakened, and I sank to the floor, gently lowering her with me. We half-knelt, half-sat, our bodies still pressed together as we began to catch our breath. "My god, that was fantastic," I said. She gently nibbled on my neck as she murmured, "That was the strongest orgasm I've ever had." We rested for a few minutes, then dressed each other while kissing and caressing. I almost gave in and fucked her again, but I knew that Susan was waiting. I got her phone number and we agreed to get together again later that evening (we did, but that's another story). Ginny quickly picked out some sexy underwear for Susan and, after paying for the items (substantially discounted), I went to meet Susan. She was sitting quietly at a table, sipping a coke. We went out to the car and I drove back to my house. When we arrived, I put her back into a trance. I had planned on "going out" with Susan that evening, but my meeting with Ginny made me change my plans. I decided that Susan and I would continue my fantasy on Saturday night, and that I'd resist fucking her until then, saving my energy for Ginny. To prepare for Saturday night, I decided to give Susan a set of post-hypnotic suggestions. I wanted her to be so deeply under my control that I'd be able to command her involuntary bodily responses. To this end, I spent a few minutes deepening her trance. I had her lie on the couch and I spoke to her in a low and soothing voice. "You're very deeply asleep now, Susan and you're going to go even deeper. You're becoming more and more relaxed, going into a deeper and deeper sleep. With each breath, your trance deepens. Now I want you to imagine yourself standing in front of a blackboard. On the left-hand-side of the blackboard you see written the number "10". Next to it is the number "9", then the number "8". The numbers count down across the blackboard; at the right is the number "1". Now imagine yourself picking up an eraser and walking over to the number "10." Her hand clenched as if grasping an eraser. I continued my instructions. "I'm going to count backwards from "10" to "1". As I say each number, Susan, you will erase it from the board. As you erase each number, you will go into a much, much deeper sleep. With each number you will sink deeper, ever deeper. When you've erased the last number, you will be in an extremely deep hypnotic sleep, so deep that you will obey any command that I give you; your mind and body will be completely under my control. Now I'll begin to count. Ten." As I spoke the number, she made an erasing motion with her hand. I could see her body visibly relaxing. She was already in a very relaxed state, but I could tell that she was sinking even deeper. I continued to count down, "nine, eight, seven." I intoned each number slowly. With each, her trance deepened. Her head was slumped forward, her lips loosely open. "Six, five, four". Her erasing motion faded as she lost control of her continually- relaxing muscles. "Three, two, one." As I spoke the last of the numbers, her body was completely limp. I grasped one of her wrists and lifted it. Her arm was heavy and when released, it flopped back on the couch. Her features were completely slack, her breathing very slow and even. She appeared to be in an extremely deep somnubalistic state. I decided to test control of her bodily reactions. "Susan, I'm going to touch you on the cheek. When I do, you will have a very powerful, pleasurable orgasm. Your orgasm will continue as long as I'm touching your cheek, but when I remove my hand, your orgasm will stop immediately." With that, I laid my palm against her right cheek. As I touched her, her body began to shake. Her breathing came in rapid gasps, and her muscles tensed. She was quivering and panting, low moans escaping her slightly parted lips. I kept my hand pressed to her cheek and she continued to tremble with pleasure. I slid my other hand under her T-shirt and rubbed her very-stiff nipples (I had commanded her to come to my house bra-less). I kept my hand on her cheek for a while longer, confirming that I could keep her in orgasmic ecstasy as long as I desired, and then withdrew it. Instantly she quieted. Her breathing deepened, and she quickly returned to her previous state of deep relaxation. Pleased with the results, I concluded her "training" for the day. "Now Susan, you will no longer orgasm when touched on the cheek. But whenever I kiss you on the cheek, while grasping your ass, you will have an orgasm as deep and as pleasurable as the one you just had. You will orgasm as long as I am both holding your ass and kissing your cheek. When I remove my lips or my hands, your orgasm will stop. You will make no sounds while you orgasm; you will be as discreet as possible when I make you orgasm in public. Do you understand, Susan?" "Yes, Master," she replied. "When I count to three, you will awaken with no memory of anything that happened while you were sleeping. You'll awaken very refreshed and relaxed. You'll leave immediately and drive home. One, two, three." Susan opened her eyes, got up off the couch, and left the room. As she got into her car, I began fantasizing about tomorrow's night on the town. MY SEX SLAVE by Mountain Man Chapter 5 - A night on the town Saturday morning I gave Susan a call. I'd already instructed her to make no plans for the evening, so I knew that she'd be available. When she picked up the phone, I spoke the key phrase, "my little sex slave", putting her into a hypnotic state. "Susan, we're going to go out together this evening. I'll pick you up at seven PM. You're to wear the dress that we bought yesterday, silk stockings with garters, a lacy bra, no panties. You'll wear very little make-up and fix your hair as beautifully as possible. You'll be feeling very sexy and desirable when I pick you up. Do you understand my instructions, Susan?" "Yes, Master." "Good. Goodbye now, Susan." At seven I went to pick her up. She was dressed exactly as I'd specified. The dress enhanced her sexy body even more than I had remembered. Her lovely breasts peeked out above the low-cut bodice; her neck and shoulders were bare and seemed to be begging to be caressed. The dress clung tightly to her small waist and full hips, accentuating the difference. Her silk stockings led my imagination upward. I could imagine them fastened to the sexy garter belt I'd bought her, the stockings ending halfway up her thighs, giving way to smooth tender flesh leading to her naked pussy. Just looking at this desirable woman was giving me a raging hard-on. We drove to a fine French restaurant, where we dined on Chateau Briande. Susan is bright and lively, and our conversation was extremely enjoyable. Sharing dinner with this sparkling, sexy woman was a treat in itself, but I knew that the evening had many more delights to come. After we'd finished coffee and dessert, I reached across the table, touched her cheek and softly spoke the phrase, "deep, deep asleep." As I did, her eyes closed and her breathing slowed. She was in a deep hypnotic sleep, awaiting my commands. "Susan, we're going to drive to a dance club. When we get there, you'll get out of the car and forget that you've ever met me. When you see me in the club you will not recognize me. Do you understand, Susan?" "Yes, Master" "Very good, Susan. You will go into the club and find a seat near the bar. You'll order a cocktail and sip it slowly. Men may ask you to dance or wish to talk with you, but you will discourage them. You'll have no desire to dance or talk with any of them. At some point in the evening, I'll ask you to dance. You'll find me very attractive and will be eager to dance with me. Do you understand all my instructions, Susan?" "Yes, Master" "Excellent. Now I'm going to count to three. When I reach three, you will awaken, refreshed and relaxed, and will forget that you've been sleeping. One, two, three" On three, she opened her eyes and continued with the conversation from before I'd put her to sleep. In a few minutes, I paid the check and we left the restaurant. We drove to a nearby dance club. "After five" is a tasteful, quiet place with a fine dance floor, a small but excellent jazz combo, and warm, intimate decor. It's a place where single professionals in their 30s and 40s meet, and couples go for a special night out. I left Susan at the door and went to park the car. When I entered the club, I saw Susan sitting at a small table near the bar. As I stood in the door watching, a man approached her, spoke briefly, and in response to a curt shake of her head, turned and walked away. I took a seat at a table about 30 feet from her, ordered a beer, and settled myself to watch the "show". Men were attracted to Susan like moths to a flame. One after another approached her, hoping to strike up a conversation or get her to dance, and one after another was turned away cursorily. I noticed one man, after making a valiant effort to talk to her, walk back to the bar and engage in a brief discussion with a buddy. The friend walked over to Susan with a big smile on his face, but within seconds was rejoining his pal wearing a frown. Watching this game was a treat, knowing that I was the one man in the club that Susan would respond to. After about half an hour the stream of potential suitors dwindled, most of the guys in the club having "struck out". I could see small knots of men eyeing her and muttering. I could imagine them saying to each other, "Frigid bitch. I'll bet she's a lousy lay anyway." Little did they know! At last I decided it was time for "act 2". I walked over to Susan and said, "Hi, I'm John. Would you like to dance?" Flashing a smile, she replied, "Sure, I'd love to". As I helped her out of her chair and escorted her to the dance floor, I couldn't help noticing the stares of amazement and consternation from around the room. I was loving it! Susan and I danced a couple of quick numbers, and then the band started a slow, romantic tune. I gathered her into my arms and felt her melt against me. Slowly I massaged the muscles of her back, and then moved a hand downward to stroke the firm globes of her ass, causing her to sigh gently. I leaned down and pressed my lips to her cheek. As I did, she instantly stiffened. Her breath began coming in extremely rapid, short, panting gasps, while her body trembled and shook. Susan's eyes were closed and the muscles of her face were tightly clenched as one tremor after another passed through her. She was responding to the post-hypnotic command that I'd given her to have a silent orgasm as long as I kissed her cheek while massaging her ass. After a few seconds, I removed my lips from her cheek. She gave a sigh of relief as her body relaxed. I knew by the bright flush spreading across her face that she was extremely embarrassed at having orgasmed while dancing with a "stranger". She continued to dance with me as if nothing had happened, hoping that I had failed to notice. After we'd danced for a couple more minutes, I again pressed my lips to her cheek. Her response was instantaneous and powerful. I kissed her for only a few seconds, but her body quivered with ecstasy the entire time. When I stopped kissing her, she collapsed into my arms, still too embarrassed to acknowledge what she was experiencing. As a new dance started, I touched her cheek and spoke the key phrase, "deep, deep asleep". She instantly slipped into a hypnotic trance. I spoke softly into her ear, "Susan, when you awaken, you'll return with me to your seat. When men come up and ask you to dance, you will agree to dance with them if the band is playing a slow dance, but will dance only one dance with each man. You will refuse any offers of drinks, and will politely refuse to converse with any of the men. You will dance with me whenever I request. Do you understand, Susan?" "Yes, Master." "Good. While you're dancing, I want you to watch me without being obvious. When you see me touch my left cheek, you will orgasm as you did before, and will continue to orgasm until I remove my hand from my cheek. You will have a very powerful but silent orgasm whenever I touch my cheek. Do you understand, Susan?" "Yes, Master." "Good. When I count to three, you will awaken, Susan, and you'll forget that you have been asleep. One, two, three." On "three", Susan opened her eyes, and I led her to her table. Every male eye in the club was on us. I seated Susan, and returned to my table. Within moments, one of the men at the bar approached Susan. The band was playing a slow tune, and Susan arose and accompanied him to the dance floor. He held her in a close embrace and they swayed gently to the music. After about a minute, noting that Susan's eyes were on me, I scratched my left cheek. Her body stiffened and I could see her trembling. I held my hand to my cheek, and she continued to quiver. After about 10 seconds, I lowered my hand, and Susan's body relaxed. I could tell by the expression on her partner's face that he realized that she had just cum. He appeared excited, but also puzzled by this unexpected reaction. He tried to run a hand up under her dress, but Susan skillfully fended him off. As the dance ended, he accompanied her back to her table and insistently tried to buy her a drink. Susan was completely unresponsive, and finally I heard her asking him to leave. Wearing a bewildered and frustrated expression, he headed back to the bar while one of his buddies approached her. Again, a slow dance number was in progress and she joined the new man on the dance floor. Again, she responded strongly to my signal, leaving the man aroused and confused. The complete control I had over her responses, and the inability of her dance partners to affect that control, was causing my excitement to grow. She danced with two or three additional men; each time I brought her to orgasm and reveled in the confusion that both she and her partner were experiencing. After about half-an-hour, as she was brushing off her latest partner, I went over to her table and asked her to dance. Of course, she was completely receptive to my suggestion. Out on the dance floor I put her to sleep, then suggested that she would open her eyes and leave the club with me, but without awakening. I escorted her out the door. Although I didn't look back, I could feel scores of intensely jealous eyes boring into me. I led Susan to my car, which I had carefully parked in a dark and secluded corner of the parking lot. When we arrived, I resumed my suggestions. "You want to sit on the hood of the car, now." When she had assumed that position, I continued. "Your eyes are heavy and they're closing. Tightly closed. You want to lift the hem of your dress and as you do, you'll find yourself becoming very aroused. You're lifting your dress, now. Higher ... higher ... more and more aroused." As I continued with these suggestions, she slowly slid the hem of her dress upward, baring more and more of her silk-covered legs and then thighs to my gaze. Soon, her bare pussy was fully visible. As she pulled her dress upward, her breathing deepened and her face began to flush. My cock quickly hardened as the now-aroused woman responded to my commands. I unzipped my pants and lowered them below my rigid shaft. I continued my commands, "Your breasts are getting hard, your nipples erect. Your breasts are very sensitive now, and you want very much to rub them. Go ahead and do so." With this, she began to massage her breasts. First through the silken fabric of her dress and then, within a few moments, sliding a hand down under the neckline to rub the bare flesh. As she did, she began moaning while moving her hips slowly and sensuously on the hood of the car. I slid a hand around her side and into the small of her back. Applying firm pressure, I slid her body towards me. She glided smoothly across the hood of the car, riding on the silken fabric bunched beneath her hips. Within moments her now-moist cunt was nestled against my stiff cock. I reached down and fitted my shaft into her warm opening. Placing both hands around her waist, I pulled her tightly against me. "Your legs are wrapping around me, Susan, and you are beginning to move your hips back and forth, back and forth." She moaned and began bucking against me. Her thighs gripped tightly and I could feel her calves against my ass pulling me deep into her. Using my hands at her waist, I was able to control her rhythm. She was extremely sensitive to the gentlest of cues, moving first slowly and then gradually faster and faster in response to minute variations in pressure communicated through my fingertips. She continued to rub her breasts in synchrony with her hip movements. Her moans grew louder and louder, face tensed, her breath coming in gasps. "You have no need to make any sounds, Susan. Your pleasure is intense, but silent." With that, her moaning ceased, but her movements continued as strongly as ever. As my orgasm approached, I moved one hand under her ass. When the cum began to rise in my cock, I touched her cheek with the other hand. Instantly her body stiffened and the tremors of a powerful orgasm passed through her body. Her cunt spasmed rhythmically, causing me to spurt strongly within her tight, moist tunnel. I left both hands in position, causing her to cum repeatedly. The genital massage that she was giving me was intensely pleasurable, and soon left me drained. I removed my hand from her cheek, and we both collapsed onto the hood. MY SEX SLAVE by Mountain Man Chapter 6 - A new recruit It was several months since I'd met Susan and "recruited" her as my hypnotic sex slave. Although I was enjoying my time with her, I was experiencing a yen for something new. I decided that adding a new slave to my "stable" would be a real turn on. Although I thoroughly enjoyed my fantasies with Susan, I was still most excited by memories of our first encounter, when I'd hypnotized her and had her submit to me. I wanted an opportunity to experience that again. I called Susan and instructed her to come over, bringing any photographs that she had of her girl friends. When she arrived, I put her to sleep and began to question her about her friends. Several of the women in the photographs were quite beautiful, and I was hoping that one or more of them would be good hypnotic subjects. I questioned Susan closely about several of them. Two of the most attractive seemed to be very suggestible based on Susan's description. One was a stunning brunette, with long slender legs and bright sea-green eyes. The other was oriental, rather short, but perfectly proportioned and very shapely. She had waist-length, jet-black hair and enormous, beautiful eyes. I decided to save the brunette for later, and focus on Amy, the oriental woman. I questioned Susan further, and learned that Amy had an eating problem, and was forever on a diet. That would provide the entre I needed to make her my slave. "Susan, I want you to remember the trouble you had with nail-biting before you met me. I told you that I'd studied hypnosis and that I could help you with your problem using hypnotic suggestion. I want you to remember being hypnotized by me. It was a very pleasant experience. Afterward, you felt no desire to bite your nails, and you've completely kicked your bad habit. Do you remember all that, Susan?" "Yes, Master." "Good, Susan. The next time that Amy tells you she's having problems with her diet, I want you to tell her about how I cured your nail-biting, and suggest that I might be able to help her using hypnosis. Do you understand, Susan?" "Yes, Master." "Excellent." I awakened Susan and sent her home. A few days later, I got a call from her. She told me that her friend Amy was interested in being hypnotized to help control her eating problem. I suggested that she and Amy come to my house Saturday afternoon. At 2PM on Saturday, the two women were at my door. Amy was even more beautiful than I'd expected. Her somewhat-solemn face lit up the room when she smiled. Her body was nicely curved. She was wearing a white blouse and faded blue jeans that hugged her full hips tightly. I welcomed the two women, and Amy explained her problem. "I have this eating thing. When I get started, I can't seem to stop. I can stay thin by fasting, but sooner or later I just have to pig out. Susan told me that you helped her with her nail-biting problem. Can you do anything for me?" "I think I can, Amy. Hypnosis is a wonderful tool for breaking bad habits. Thousands of people have been able to stop smoking, stop nervous habits like nail-biting, and learn to control their weight through the use of hypnosis. I'll need to run a few simple tests to determine how good a subject you'll be, but I'm sure that you'll respond well, and that in one or two sessions, you'll no longer have any trouble controlling your eating." She seemed relieved at what I said, and smiled at me gratefully. "Why don't you go into the next room, Amy, sit down in the comfortable chair there and relax. I want to have a brief talk with Susan, and then I'll be in to talk with you. I'm going to ask Susan to wait out here while we have our session." When Amy had left the room, I closed the door and gave Susan the signal to go into a hypnotic trance. I gave her instructions to remain seated quietly, hearing and thinking nothing until I touched her on the cheek. I left her in a deep sleep, and entered the room where Amy was sitting. "Now Amy, I'd like you to rest your arm on the table next to your chair. I'm going to give you a few simple suggestions. Don't push yourself to follow my instructions, just allow yourself to respond naturally. You'll find that the whole experience today will be relaxing, pleasant, and rewarding. I'd like you to focus your attention on your arm now and feel it becoming light ... light as a feather ... as you listen to my voice, you'll find that your arm is becoming lighter and lighter ... all weight and tension is flowing out of your arm and it's very, very light now ... beginning to drift upward .. upward ... drifting up ... up." As I continued these suggestions, her arm began to rise off the table, at first slowly, but then faster and faster. When it was about a foot off the table and rising rapidly, I countermanded my suggestions. "Amy, your arm is now longer rising now. It's returning to it's normal weight and sinking back to the table. Your arm is it's normal weight again, Amy. See how easy it is to follow my suggestions, to listen to my voice and respond to it." "Now Amy, I'd like you to stand up." She stood up, and I stood about two feet behind her. I put my hands on either side of her head, and lightly touched her temples with my finger tips. "Now Amy, I'm going to pull my hands away from your head. When I do, you'll feel a powerful force pulling you backward. Go ahead and allow yourself to be pulled. You'll find yourself falling backward, into my arms. It's perfectly safe; I'll be here to catch you. Now I'm pulling my hands away. Feel yourself falling ... back ... back ... into my arms." As I pulled my hands away from her head, her body swayed. It looked as though she was being tugged backwards. Within a few seconds, she began to topple, and then collapsed into my arms. I gently righted her, telling her that she was no longer being pulled backwards. I walked around her and positioned myself in front of her. Again I placed my finger tips on her temples and told her to gaze into my eyes. "Now Amy, I'm going to pull my hands away again. You'll feel the same strong force pulling you forward into my arms. As I pull my hands away, you're falling ... falling ... let yourself fall." Again she toppled, this time forward into my arms. I righted her, and placing a hand on her shoulder, began to gently rock her back and forth as I gazed into her eyes. "Continue to look into my eyes, Amy. As you do, you'll find yourself becoming relaxed ... more and more relaxed. As you gaze into my eyes you'll notice your legs becoming heavy ... relaxed and heavy ... your arms are becoming relaxed ... and heavy ... your body is relaxing ... becoming very relaxed and heavy ... your head is relaxing ... relaxed .. your whole body is relaxed ... and heavy ... relaxed ... and heavy .. now your eyes are becoming heavy ... very heavy ... and you are going to sleep ... deep asleep ... deeper and deeper ... feel how pleasant it is let your heavy eyelids close ... sinking down ... down .. heavy ... so heavy ... it's so pleasant to let them close and to sleep." As I continued my suggestions in a low monotonous voice, her eyes began to droop. Gradually, they sank lower and lower. She struggled briefly to open them, but with no success. After several seconds, she stopped trying and her eyes closed. Her features continued to relax. Within a few moments, her chin was resting on her chest, her entire body very limp and relaxed. "You're deeply asleep now, Amy ... Deeper and deeper with each breath. You're listening only to my voice, Amy ... responding only to me. You find my voice very pleasant, Amy. It's so easy to listen to my voice and obey my commands. You're able to respond completely now, Amy, and you wish to do so." "You're going deeper and deeper asleep, Amy. Nothing will awaken you until I awaken you. Your attention is totally focused on my voice, and you will obey all my commands. Now Amy, I want you to hold your left arm out to your side. Your arm is becoming very stiff. All the muscles are tightening and it's very stiff, so stiff that you're unable to lower it. I want you to try to lower your arm now, Amy, but you'll find that you're unable to do so." With the last command, I could see the muscles in her arm tighten and it trembled slightly. Her face was clenched in concentration and she strove to force her arm downward. It appeared that she was struggling against an impenetrable barrier, with no success whatever. After a few seconds, I had her stop trying. "You can lower your arm now, Amy. It's completely relaxed and you can move it naturally. Amy, do you know what day of the week it is?" "Yes, it's Saturday." "Amy, when I count to three, you'll no longer be able to remember what day of the week it is. No matter how hard you try, you'll be completely unable to remember. One, two, three. What day of the week is it today, Amy?" "I ... I can't remember." "Try, Amy. Try very hard to remember, and tell me what day of the week it is today." She appeared a bit upset and in a trembling voice she said, "I don't know, I can't remember." "Alright, Amy. You can remember now that today is Saturday. What day of the week is it, Amy?" "It's Saturday." Now that Amy was in a deep sleep and responding to my commands, I decided that I would give her some post-hypnotic suggestions to deal with her eating problem before proceeding with the "fun" part of our session. "Amy, when you awaken, you'll find that you have no interest in eating between meals. You'll be hungry at normal mealtimes, and will eat a full meal. When you've finished one plate of food, you'll no longer be hungry and will have no desire to eat more. Between meals, you'll have no desire for food; you'll have no wish for snacks. Do you understand, Amy?" "Yes." "Good. It's between lunch and supper right now. I have a delicious candy bar here, Amy. Would you like it?" "No, I'm not hungry now." "Very good, Amy." I knew that it might take a couple more sessions to get her eating habits realigned, and that I'd have to monitor her weight to make sure that she was eating the right amount, but we were off to a good start. I had no concerns over my ability to monitor her; I was sure that I'd be seeing Amy regularly! Now that "business" had been taken care of, I was ready to play with her. "You'd like to take your blouse off, Amy." Amy unfastened her blouse and removed it, revealing a nicely shaped set of tits, encased in a thin cotton bra, and a taut, trim stomach. Her skin was a dusky olive color, very smooth and even. "Take your bra off now, Amy." She unclasped it, freeing her breasts. They were beautiful. Not as rounded as Susan's, more pointed, gathering toward large, full, dark nipples. They stood upright, unsupported, soft and lovely. "You're feeling sexy now, Amy, very sexy. My voice is turning you on, making you hot. Your breasts are getting hard, Amy; your nipples are becoming erect. You want to be touched, Amy; you want to be touched very badly." As I gave her these suggestions of arousal, her breathing quickened. Her breasts gathered even more toward her nipples, which became long and stiff. She began to sigh and rub her thighs together slowly, causing her hips to sway. You find me very attractive, Amy, attractive and sexy. You'd like me to touch you, wouldn't you, Amy?" "Yes, please touch me," she sighed. I moved forward, and took one of her firm breasts into my hand. I gently massaged the tight flesh and stiff nipple. I moved closer and put an arm around her. I stroked her smooth back and her blue jeans-covered ass as I pressed my lips to hers. She responded passionately, putting her arms around me and pulling herself tightly against me. I slid my tongue into her mouth, and she sucked it deep inside, massaging it with her tender lips. She wrapped her arms around me and began to massage my ass while grinding her crotch against my bulging erection. I couldn't believe how hot this woman was! After a minute or two of this, she reached around front and deftly unfastened my pants. She reached inside from behind and stroked my bare ass, running her fingers up and down the crack and then gently squeezing my balls, while forcing her tongue into my mouth as far as it would go. Leaving my balls cupped in one hand, she pulled the other hand out and moved it around front. Dipping back into my pants, she grasped my shaft and began to stroke it lightly but rapidly. As she ministered to me, she was moaning and squirming. Her eyes were still closed, her lips parted, and her chest was heaving rapidly. My excitement rose quickly. As I approached my climax, she removed her hands, and quickly unbuttoned her jeans. She stepped out of them, drawing her panties down in the same motion. I mimicked her movements. She now stood nude before me. My eyes were drawn to her wide hips and then inward, to the silky, coal-black hair that densely covered her lush mound. I continued my commands. "Amy, you want to suck my cock. You want to suck my cock more than anything in the world. You may do so, Amy." With that, she dropped to her knees and took me into her mouth. She tightened her lips around my shaft and sucked it deep into her. She began to bob her head back and forth, maintaining an incredible suction. Within moments I was on the edge of orgasm. Wanting to save my cum for her pussy, I told her to stop sucking and to stand. Again I pressed myself against her, delighting in the feel of her soft naked flesh against me. My cock slipped between her warm, moist lips and I rocked back and forth against her. The sensation was incredible. Although I hadn't entered her yet, her thighs and hot wet slit enclosed me snuggly. My arms were tightly wrapped around her, and I was kissing and nibbling on her face, her neck, her shoulders. She was sighing heavily, and rubbing against me rhythmically. Although I was immersed in pleasure, I wanted to feel my cock inside her cunt. I disengaged from her, and taking hold of her hands, sank onto the couch. I pulled her downward so that she was straddling me. Her juicy pussy was pressed tightly against my throbbing cock. I took ahold of her hips and raised her upward enough to allow my cock to rise. I positioned my tip at her entrance and slowly eased into her. She was wet and tight. I pushed her downward as far as I could, and paused to relish the sensation. I gently fondled both her breasts, enjoying the feel of her extremely stiff nipples under my palms. I slid my hands around her back and massaged the smooth flesh. Her naked breasts were pressed tightly against my chest. After a couple of minutes, I grasped her hips and began to guide her up and down. As I did, I continued my suggestions. "Amy, I want you to move up and down on my cock now. You're to move with a very smooth, slow, even rhythm. You'll find the sensation of my cock moving inside your vagina will be extremely pleasurable. You'll be close to orgasm very quickly, but you're not to cum until I tell you that you may, Amy. You won't be able to orgasm until I tell you to." With that, she began to slide up and down with very slow and controlled motions. The sensation was exquisite. Her breath was ragged, and after a couple of minutes of this slow stroking, her body was trembling. She was on the brink of orgasm, but my command held her back from release. "Amy, you're so close to cumming now, and you want to cum badly. It feels so-o-o-o-o good, Amy, so-o-o-o-o-o good" Amy was moaning now. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut. She was gasping, quick, shallow breaths. She continued to slide up and down, smoothly and regularly. I was on the verge of cumming myself. I slid a finger into her anus, and massaged my cock with a fingertip through the thin wall of flesh. As my balls contracted and I felt the cum rising, I whispered in her ear, "You may cum now, Amy." Her entire body began to convulse. As I spurted into her, her vagina clamped down on me and began to massage my cock rhythmically. Both of us were wailing our pleasure loudly. After a short time, my pumping action began to fade. Her orgasm continued on, however, her body shaking, her breathing extremely short and rapid, moaning and crying. I stroked my finger in and out of her behind, adding to the sensations that were keeping her on the crest of pleasure. Her orgasm must have lasted at least two minutes. Finally, her body began to quiet. I told her that she could stop moving; her trembling faded and her breathing began to still. In a short time, she was once again relaxed. I stroked her back, shoulders and ass, delighting in the afterglow. After we'd rested a few minutes, I commanded her to get up and don her clothing. When she was dressed, I gave her a final set of post-hypnotic commands. I instructed her to respond to the same signals that I use to put Susan into a deep hypnotic state. I also instructed her to forget having undressed and had sex with me, suggesting that she'd remember only the portion of our "session" in which I'd dealt with her eating habits. I also suggested that she'd feel a need to return in a few days for another hypnotic treatment. I then woke her from her trance, and requested that she sit quietly for a moment while I spoke again with Susan. I entered the other room, touched Susan on the cheek and then instructed her to awaken. We joined Amy, who thanked me profusely. "I hope that this will work, and that I won't have so much trouble with my diet." "I'm sure you'll be very pleased with the long-term results. Come back and see me soon." The smile on my face didn't fade until long after the two women had driven off. ***************************************************************** Copyright (c) 1993, Mountain Man Duplicating this story, with no changes or omissions, is permitted (encouraged) for non-commercial purposes. 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