From news.ICSI.Net!news.sprintlink.net!EU.net!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi Sun Jan 7 13:12:00 1996 Message-ID: <174310Z04011996@anon.penet.fi> Path: news.ICSI.Net!news.sprintlink.net!EU.net!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an411379@anon.penet.fi X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Reply-To: an411379@anon.penet.fi Date: Thu, 4 Jan 1996 17:37:25 UTC Subject: FZ Story - Highway Hypnotist [hyp, Mdom, mast, etc.]-in 7 sections Lines: 497 Chapter 6, Part A Some time later, I awoke. My leg was thrown over a soft cushion, a hip mound a... Oh-h-hhh... it was Rose! What time was it now? 2:30 AM... God, I'm glad there was no business meeting coming up this morning... oh shit, but Rose had two! and now I remembered that they were important to her. Only because she was still in a trance had her anxiety not wakened and alarmed her. I whispered to her sleeping ear that she was ready for bed now, and led her back into her own room. There was the skimpy bathing suit she had planned to model for me...but I had been further than a G-string already! I watched as she went through a brief cleansing of face and hands, sat on the commode and peed (like a horse), donned a flannel nightie (how domestic!) and brushed her teeth, and got into her bed. During this time I was programming a deep, refreshing sleep that would leave her exhilarated and raring to go in the morning. I dumped myself back to bed, but now sleep didn't come back so easily for me. Rose and I would not see much of each other all the next day, Friday... and Saturday was our return drive day. "So much for activities," I thought sleepily, then remembered that I still had a good shot at some hot recreation with Maggie (and Dan) if I...if they...perhaps I 'd... I'd...and my eyes opened onto Friday morning. I am going to skip over Friday... it proved to be a hot and heavy experience, but when it was all over and I was napping during the late afternoon, I felt a little twinge of shame. Let's just say that all my needs had been met, except the tender feelings I missed from Rosie! I napped through the dinner hour. The rest made me allll better. After all, I told myself, those two sexy but shallow individuals had freely asked for it, though what they received may not have been exactly as they had anticipated! [NOTE FROM FranZAM: I will reserve that threesome for a separate story.] I called Rose's room a few times during the early evening, but no answer. I had begun to think about our final time (!) together, the long drive back home. I had some ideas, for instance, and had rented a van conversion (with tinted windows and captains chairs), but, what to do exactly? I felt at loose ends. Until about eleven-thirty that night, when I received a call from the woman in question. "Rescue me, OK? I'm in the bar. This other trustee won't take no for an answer, and he's too much a big shot for me to get mad... dammit, when will this stuff end?" I hurried over and, finding her in the lounge, used some excuse about the impending trip to extricate her from the beefy gentleman's hearty pats and farewell finger-kisses. As we walked back, she was fuming and tense. "He knows Jerome," she bit out. "He knows I'm monogamous, but... hell, he gets drunk, but that's not enough for Mr. Big, oh no!" (Monogamous? I thought wryly to myself, holding her gently by the elbow as we reached our doors.) "And I was going to help you pack all those new displays up," she added. " "It's already done, hon!" I reassured her. "Our New Veee...hickle awaits in yonder corral," and I pointed at the parking lot. "What... this?" came her exclamation, followed by a sigh. "John why do we need... it's... decadent!" She was the Honda Civic type. I showed her the storage for the new display units, but still she thought the palatial comfort unnecessary and gas-guzzling, and fretted at me. "Look, Rose, you're still edgy," I said, "we can talk it out inside," "Oh, sure," she sighed. "Just to get out of these shoes! I overdressed today." "I know just the thing," I murmured, and once inside, I sat her down in the armchair, knelt and removed her shoes. Her feet were hot, and she edged them away. "They stink, I just want to have a... a... I want to... mmmm. Mmmm." I had reached up and tapped her lightly in her signal spot. "That's right, Rose, that feels better doesn't it? Just relax those legs completely, the heavy arms, feels so good to relax, and when my hands reach your eyes they will close for just a few moments...Deeper, Rose. And deeper, Rose; we can talk before you sleep." Her figure was now sprawled out incongruously for its business attire, her hand lay heavily in mine as I tested for relaxation. Her hips had slid forward, hiking the trim navy skirt up to nearly mid-thigh on one leg. Her head dropped forward and sideways, and now her chin was nearly resting on her right breast. I renewed my foot massage, kneeling at her feet, and now I held both her feet and scissored them wide apart, her legs weighing heavily in my hands as my movement slid her rumpled skirt right up onto her hips. Her pantyhose were now completely exposed to me as I lowered her feet to the floor; I could see a slight yellowing in the crotch from a typical day's wear, and a fairly heavy, sweaty odor. The shadowy bulge of her amazing majora looked almost like a boy's penis under the thick cotton! "I'm pulling you straight down now, Rose," I crooned to her sleeping form. "You love being hypnotized and completely seduced, don't you." Her head twitched a bit. "You can't get enough of that feeling that, no matter how you resist, your master can make you do, and say, and feel anything he wishes. Say 'Yes, Master.'" "Mmm... yess, master," came the answer instantly, and a tongue tip emerged to brush the pale pink lips. "For instance right now, you know your underwear is a little soiled and a bit smelly, Rose," I said, "and you'd never want anyone to see you this way, in fact you'd try hard to keep anyone from looking, I know." I saw a furrow appear between her tightly-closed lids, and her hands move towards her skirt. Her knees twitched, but my hands rested on them, feeling the weak muscular effort she was making. "But how delicious you feel as I exert my hypnotic domination over you again, Rosie!" I said, more firmly. "...as you find you want me to cause you, not only to keep your legs spread apart, but now for you to feel your knees lifting up, for you to hold them up against your chest so my gaze can examine every part of your panties now. NOW! Hold the knees way up and show your master everything!" "Oohh, noo, please, please..." came the tiny whimper, but up came those plump knees, to be clasped by her grasping hands, as if she were her own gynecologist! Now her entire buttocks lay exposed, and I knew that, whether deeply entranced, or just "believing" that she was, it made no difference to my darling slave! "Feellls soooo gooood to show me your panties... feels so good and warm to obeyyyy..." "Ohhh, yessss," came her muffled response, muffled as her arms and bosom now nearly hid her face entirely. "Beg me to look at your hot panties, Rosie." "Please..." came the little voice, "please look at my hot panties!" Her knees rolled a bit from side to side. The yellowed area now showed a translucency in one spot, a telltale glistening of her lubricant. I urged her a little more, watching the imperceptible expansion of the glistening area. "But that's not enough now, Rosie," I said very firmly. "I want you to kneel right now on your bed and hold those smelly panties tight, tight, tight up against yourself... go on, kneel and push that skirt up out of the way, and push that hot bottom way up in the air for everyone to see! Good, good! Look at Rosie's smelly stinky panties everyone!" And while watching curvaceous rear end weave back and forth, I pushed an index finger right into the rearmost portion of her puffed-out flesh (now so prominent, with her damp cotton undies pulled right in by her tugging motions). "Are you ashamed, Rosie?" "Yes, yes, please let me down, please, please..." "No, you're not ashamed, Rose," I said, moving my hands all over her buttocks now, "because you know I'm in love with all your flesh, clean, dirty, skinny, fat, perfumed or smelly, I love alll your hot, hot flesh, my darling, and I must control you!" "Control me..." "That's perfect, Rosie, now feel this and listen carefully as you go down so deep into my power now..." I thrust my questing finger directly into her anus, pushing at least half an inch of panties in with it. A quivering stillness froze her. "Tomorrow you won't remember any of this, but your deep self does want so badly to be put in my control one last time. You will feel that for some reason your mind is very open to suggestion. Let it steal slowly across your mind tomorrow, Rosie; the feeling that you'd perhaps just like to try being put into trance, and your waking self will find it's the slowest, most seductive feeling, that you can enjoy fighting against, fighting and always losing, always giving in more and more, more and more..." I withdrew my anal probing slowly, leaving the panties dimpled right up into her pouty little sphincter. "...realizing that as much as you consciously wish to resist, that you feel naughty, that your struggles are only making your surrender more and more delicious, that your body will carry out the most WAN-ton, LUST-ful, FLAG-rant commands..." pushing into her crack again with each emphasis, "...no matter what your waking mind thinks. This is important, Rosie, I want you to feel gradual and complete LOSS. OF. Con-TROL." "Y-yess..." came her response, but with the slightest hesitation. "So listen very carefully now. " I let my inserted finger guide her ass around in small slow circles. "Tonight and tomorrow on the drive home you will hear *whispers,*Rosie. You will sense these *whispers* as if they were your own thoughts. You will not be aware of my voice or face as you think the *whispers.* You'll hear the *whispers* exactly as if you were thinking and feeling them yourself, all private and your own. During our trip home any *whisper* I utter will be your own private thought, your own private desire." I had her repeat these commands. "Yes. The whispers are my own thoughts." Time for a test. "Twinkle twinkle... *My nose itches, I have to sneeze*... little star. What did I just tell you, Rosie?" "Twinkle, twinkle lit-little s-staaAAAGCHH! aAAGHNCHH!" Her anus clamped over my intruding finger, then released with a noisy fart! as she sneezed once, twice, again, and again! I had to be more careful with these deep commands! Quickly I breathed "*The itch is gone, whew! that's all better now*" between sneezes, and after another one, her heaving form rested more quietly again. "What is the last thing you heard me say?" "Twinkle twinkle little star." "Correct. Now turn over, tell me you will obey your master, and then you may prepare for bed, and forget all my commands completely until tomorrow." "I will obey my Master," she said, rolling over and standing. I did not officially "wake" her, but tried another test: "Well, you'd better get some sleep. **It will feel good to pee, I really have to tinkle bad, John won't mind watching, it's leaking out!** You've had a long day of it, and now I'm gonna pack all the big stuff up tonight." She looked at me, slightly dazed, saying, "I feel better again! Thanks for rescuing me!" She was shifting around and fidgeting now, then said "Excuse me," stumbling a bit toward the bathroom, yanking down her very damp hose, the hissing sound of her bladder, then: "ahhhhh..." I moved toward the open bathroom door, and her only sign of awareness of this invasion of privacy was to tuck her knees closed a bit! **I'd really like to kiss him, he's so sweet to pack for us and I'm sooo sleepy!** I whispered, adding in regular voice: "I better go... How about a smooch?" She looked up at me with humid eyes. I bent over her face, our lips met, and she let her mouth soften a bit more, kissed gently once, once more, pressed my lips again and then pulled away. "I guess... good night, John." On the road againnnn-n-n... That we were, bright and early, driving right into the southeast, our sun visors lowered, our shades on, the van's a.c. already kicking in (according to the El- Luxuro All-Digital Dashboard) with a steaming thermos tucked into the console. I'd never driven in one of these Dufus- mobiles, and I felt like a kid on Christmas. Rose at the controls watched sidelong as I left my seat, and wandered around, pulling the cup-holders out, pushing them back, fiddling with the rear stereo, re-packing stuff to leave more passenger room, and just generally behaving like a twelve-year-old. About an hour into the journey I got it all out of my system, and sank back in my passenger-side "Barca-Lounger." Rose soon mentioned how easy it was for her to drive now, and thought I should explain in more detail how I had done it. I told her again about my "friend" who had in effect hypnotized me to help me stay more alert at the wheel, "Although," I added, "you were much more responsive... it only took me a couple minutes to put you under." "I don't... I don't really remember," she answered. "I don't even remember you mentioning hypnotism before I just... well, I don't know, and then I was driving with no more problems. I didn't know you were the Mad Scientist type!" This conversation went on for another half hour or so, with me revealing to her a little of my "obsession" with mesmerism, without going into painful childhood details; and that I had studied it as much as any amateur could. Then we stopped to stretch at a little shelter off the interstate. After the potty-break, Rose kept the conversation steered towards her own fascination with the trance process as we wandered across the already-hot asphalt, and peered at the inhospitable desert from the shade of a picnic shed. "Maybe we can try it again sometime," she said, looking far off toward the eye-searing landscape. "It's not really like that Dracula business, where women are always... you know..." "Yep, there's a stereotype there," I offered, "women are portrayed as helpless, powerless victims..." and I hooked my fingers and gave her the "stare," intoning in pseudo-Carpathian: "You arrre completely in my powerrrr, my beauty!" She was "hooked," and I quickly whispered **It's funny, but I really respond to him... I want more** I was the one who broke eye contact, as she chuckled then, but said, "It's... it's sick, or something, it's demeaning!" "Well," I responded, "it would be sick, if it were true, but the fact is that I have no "hypno-rays" pouring out of my eyes into yours, do I? Hmmm?" "N-noo... but..." **But I wish he did...** I interjected. Then aloud: "Not unless the subject wants to believe there are rays. Unless the subject finds it appeals to her." "But why?" came her soft voice as she stared out across the scrub brush and cacti. "Well, I'm no expert, but it seems to me for a couple of reasons. One." I snapped my fingers and she started a little, without turning round. "That you want to accomplish something you don't feel you could do all by yourself. Two. That somewhere inside you someone, maybe a little girl, is remembering the security of being obedient and cooperative, and that it made you feel good. Not all the time, maybe seldom, but we are social animals, and I think there's a spectrum, from tyranny, to leadership, to, umm, cooperation, and then through, ummm, unquestioning obedience, and I guess slavery would be at the far end." We moved back to the van, and settled in for a three-hour stint until our projected lunch stop. Before starting though, Rose said again, "I never pictured myself as a - a you know, a submissive person." "Submissive gives the wrong connotation," I answered, "like it's a weakness, but really it's a strength of imagination and responsiveness that make an ideal subject. And it's fun, if both parties know what they're doing," I added. "Like how?" "Like, well, you know that naughty swimsuit you never let me see?" She giggled. "I don't know that I'll ever wear that thing," she said. "I'm no exhibitionist." "But you bought it. What if I poured out my Magic-eye rays and commanded you... let's see..." I did my Burning Stare and Waggly Finger thing again, chanting: "'Ven ve reach the lunch area you vill vant to vear the suit, and you vill vear the suit during the lunch, and you vill feel wery wery goot about vearing the suit!' Would you?" "Would I what, wear the suit? Today? at lunchtime, in public?" She laughed and punched me in the arm. "Dream on, Bela!" "Can't blame me for tryink," I said mournfully, and we started off again. After another half-hour or so, I began with my first whisper... **Did he hypnotize me back there? I'm thinking about that suit! It's a sexy suit, I wonder if I'll wear it... I wonder if it turns him on to hypnotize me?** "You may recall I did all the packing late last night. I'm going to have a nap, OK?" "Sure, I feel goot for the drivink!" Rose responded, waggling her own fingers at me! "You are getting wery wery drowsyyy..." I reclined my chair, and, over the next hour snoozed lightly as she continued "drivink." I came up to awareness at some point, and without changing my posture, let my arm slide off the armrest sideways. After a minute or two, I worked on her some more: **He's cute when he's asleep,** I whispered, **I wonder if he hypnotizes himself?** Soon her soft fingers grasped my wrist, and lifted my arm back onto my seat. I didn't stir (except for my you-know-what!) and her hand lingered as it had on that first day, resting atop my own. Quickly my engorgement reached visible proportions, and I had to be careful not to change breathing or posture in the slightest! Her hand stroked my wrist again... she had to see that bulge, didn't she? I had no way of knowing for sure, but I would! **Nothing wrong with a little fantasy... I can drive OK and think about that lump now and again... it's big! I wonder what he's dreaming... it's so cute, he'd hide it if he were awake.** I heard a little giggle from the driver's seat! I couldn't sleep any more, but was condemned by my own pretense to sit there and pulsate, for at least another forty years! as I continued my subliminal seduction. **It looks so big... what would it feel like if I...** I left that one open-ended. Finally I felt her braking the van. I "woke" and shifted uncomfortably in my seat, which she seemingly ignored. "This is the place, isn't it?" she inquired, and sure enough, she had found that shady oasis, considerately constructed by the state highway folks... and we were alone there. There were tables under a stone and log shelter, surrounded by cottonwood trees; the scene was idyllic in the midst of the stark landscape. Our bath towels were spread out like tablecloths, and coolers unpacked, and we were munching good stuff and sipping the last of our coffee in the hot dry air. Rose's preconditioning was still at work on her, and as we sipped she asked me if I'd hypnotized myself in the car. "I guess I did, just to get a nice deep sleep... remember, I was up late packing!" I said lightly. "Mm-hmm, but, do you dream?" I thought I know what she was getting at, and I gave her a long, quietly intense look. "More than we better talk about," I said, and she looked away. In a moment, though, I heard her say "I've had dreams this weekend too." I let it pass, and she soon lightened up. "If you get us packed, I'll treat you to dessert." She sauntered back to the van, while I shook out towels and wiped off the plasticware. Then, around the back of the van came a sight to behold. She was sporting a giant straw hat she'd bought, sandals... and that curvaceous form was barely encased in the bright green thong bathing suit! I goggled at her obligingly as she stepped over to the table, holding a paper plate of fruit from the cooler. She was embarrassed a bit, I could see, so I kept it light. "Comfy?" She gave me an arched look in return, then tried her Svengali approach again, waggling her fingers (and those marvelous tits!) at me under her straw brim. "Vy don't you wear one und zee for yourzelf?" she hammed. "You are geddink zleepy... zleeepy... und you vill be a bathink beauty... yesss, a bathink beauty... eeee!" I was suddenly the slave, obediently standing and reaching... reaching for the ties of her G-string! "Yess, Masterrr, I am a bathing beautyyy..." I said, as she bounced away from my fingers, giggling. I stripped off my sport shirt and began "sleepwalking" round the picnic table after her. "I must pose for the contessttt..." I stopped after a lap or two, and began posing, hipshot and Cosmo-esque, to her outright laughter. "Brink to me the fruit, slave!" she giggled, "feed meeee... fee-e-e-ek!" I was now pelting grapes at her across the table. She returned fire, and it got out of hand... CONK! she "accidentally" beaned me with a Granny Smith! I reeled and theatrically sank to my knees, instantly she was at my side, still giggling but concerned. I was treated to a comforting (!) embrace, my head cradled in apologetic hands, her soft bosom perfuming the air just above. "You wore the suit, I hope you're aware," I now pointed out. "Yeah, but I did it because I wanted to," Rose said, then she pushed me away. "You cad, sir! Your injuries were a sham!" "Be honest now, you weren't going to do it untilll..." "Well, only 'cause there wasn't anyone else here," she finally allowed. "You can learn a lot about this, Rose," I said, "from observing the difference in what you THINK and what you actually DO." "You're not saying you MADE me wear the suit!" I didn't answer, but finished packing. "I don't buy it!" "You wore the suit," was all I would answer. After a short pause: "Can you do it anytime?" she asked. "What?" I returned. "Hypnotize me?" There, it was out! "You mean now?" She nodded. "Sure I could, you're obviously eager to experience a trance, I'd say you were more than halfway there already." "Halfway... you mean... but I don't feel sleepy!" But her eyes were now peering up at me from under her haystack. "Show me." "We have to be going back. Can I take a rain check? It's an empathy thing, I don't want to get sleepy if I'm driving!" "All right," she acquiesced, "that's the first sensible thing you've done all lunch! I'll go change." My hiss subtly changed those plans! **No, I'll just put on some things over it... I'm sure he's a gentleman and it feels so good...** Repacking over, I waited for her return. Now it was her turn to fiddle with controls, plug in a cassette, recline her chair, pull out a book, fidget, fuss and squirm. "What's up?" I asked. "I don't know why I decided to keep this on... I can't sunbathe in a car!" "What? The suit?" I said, adding subliminally: **I'm going to ask him more about hypnotism, it's sort of a turn on...If I took off these shorts it would feel really better...** "You can at least talk about it, or maybe you wouldn't even want to do that?" "What... the suit?" I joked, "I'd talk about that all day!" "No, about hypnotizing me... please?" She laid a hand on my arm, and shook it lightly. Bulllgggge! I "gave in." "You responded very well to my voice the other day," I said, interjecting more whispers now and again. **His voice is thrilling, sort of deep.** "...so I bet you can do yourself if you want to try." "Yes, teach me!" she demanded gently. "Do I need a pendulum or something?" "No, but I found you to be very visually imaginative, and I'd rather you not be watching the road again," I pointed out with a chuckle, "so you can reverse your chair, and I'll give you some ideas." Soon she was partially reclined, head near the dashboard, feet cocked up on the middle seat. I fed her another notion: **I could look at that chest all day, it's sexy!** "All right, relax your body now, and look... look at, ahhh..." "I'll count your chest hairs until I fall asleep!" she quipped, "you have enough of them!" "No, forget about me, about everything while you relax," I said. **I can't forget that voice! Why do I feel so thrilled? But I'll relax and hypnotize myself in a minute.** She nodded, and I instructed her to stare hard at a bit of chrome in the rear of the van. "Now begin telling yourself how relaxed you feel, over and over, but don't drop your eyes, when you are really relaxed tell me without looking away." **Maybe it would work better if I talked out loud...** I suggested, and in a moment I heard her. "...Relax, just relax now... how's this?" "I don't know," I joked quietly... how do YOU feel?" "Relaxed!" and she giggled a bit. "My armmms and leggs are sooo heavvyyy..." **It does work, they do feel heavy...oh yes, remember to stare really hard!** I inserted. Her face stayed straight ahead now, and her eyes widened, at first in an exaggerated fashion, but soon just wide, wide open. "Yes, I feel so heavyyy nowww, remember to stare at the spot, let my whollle body become heavy and relaxxxed, ahhh... yes, I'm relaxed already..." **My vision fuzzy... can't help thinking about John, thinking that John is hypnotizing me, it's easier if I imagine his voice...** "Everything's relaxing, very very relaxed," came her more detached murmur from the passenger seat, "My eyes are fixed on the light, it's getting harder to keep staring... I can't believe how fast it works, John! I feel a little floatinggg..." **I can go into a trance** I whispered, **letting myself dream a little about John's voice... John's hands... imagine them stroking me, breathing would deepen, eyes feel strained...** "Heavy arms, heavy legsss, my eyes are tired, so very tired, they are heavy and I can't keep them open much longer, ahhhh, I feelll myself beginning to driffft... I'm driftinnng, ahhhh.... ahhhh.... ahhh..." --****ATTENTION****--****ATTENTION****--****ATTENTION****--***ATTENTION*** Your e-mail reply to this message WILL be *automatically* ANONYMIZED. Please, report inappropriate use to abuse@anon.penet.fi For information (incl. non-anon reply) write to help@anon.penet.fi If you have any problems, address them to admin@anon.penet.fi