"I've seen him before; he's great!" "Good!" he said as the couple neared the auditorium. Sure,he thought. He glanced over at his date and smiled. Her handpressed into his. They reached the ticket booth. "Two tickets,please," he said reaching back for his billfold. "Students?" He nodded. "That'll be $8." he slipped thebills under the plastic divider and two tickets slid back. Collecting them, the couple headed for the door. Julie pointedover at the poster. "The Activities for Students Bureau presents Dr. R.B.Blakely--Hypnotist Extraordinaire." A full length drawing of aSvengali-like hypnotist thrusting out a swinging bauble wasbeneath. Sharat was hesitant, but hell he'd been lusting forJulie. It was an opportunity to get close, hopefully real close. She looked over, her eyes sparkled. "The last time I saw him, he suspended this girl between twochairs and this football player sat on her." She grabbed hisarm. Hot damn! he put his arm around her waist. No Fuss! Theyheaded for the entrance. he looked down at the tickets. At theentrance, the usher--obviously a freshman--took the tickets,tearing them in halves. "Row 17, seats 5 and 6," the young man handed them back. She drew Sharat into the auditorium. She looked up into his darkeyes. "I know you're going to enjoy it." Her eyes--deep,penetrating--stirred the yearning and lust within. I can't wait,he thought. She smiled, turned, and lead him down the aisle bythe hand. Could be a great evening. Her hair fell about her shoulders, the pale auditoriumlights gave it a rich texture. Through her blouse he could seeher bra strap. His hands longed to feel her firm, full breasts,rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. He let his hand draw freeeand drift to her hip. He wanted to run his hand over her ass. "Don't rush it, play it cool." Christ he was aroused. Hestumbled forward, knocking into her. "Christ! I'm sorry!" hequickly apologized. "She must have noticed. Damn," he thoughtcatching her surrepitious glance at his crotch after bumpingagainst her. She neither said nor indicated that she noticed. They shuffled along the tow, taking their seats. He decided noto put his arm on her shoulder but reached out and held her hand. He sensed her relief. About ten minutes later, the lightsdimmed. Some junior dipshit came out from the side wing of thestage, thanking them for supporting the ASB, eventuallyintroducing the performer. The stage darkened except for asingle spotlight trained center stage. Into the light steppedDr. R.B. Blakely. "The human mind is still a largely unexplored frontier. Science still knows little of how the neurons and chemicals inthe brain form personality or our concious mind. Even after acentury, we have yet to fathom the depths of the human psyche. Tonight, ladies and gentlemen, we will explore some of the hiddenaspects of our subconcious minds." His voice was clear andresonant. his white, close-trimmed beard gave him a wizenedappearance. His black suit and blue-gray tie along with hisdisciplined manner conveyed authority. "I will need some bright, young volunteers from theaudience." "Go on," she urged. he looked at her. "Go on, Sharat!" shesaid, her hand running up and down his thigh. Her eyes sparkled. Her hand stopped, resting on his thigh inches from his cock. Hestood up. "Ah, good, one young man!" Sharat shuffled to the aisle. Did he really want to do this. He glanced back at her; shewinked at him. He took a deep breath. He walked to the firstrow and was escorted to the stage with four other men and fivewomen. "We'll begin with some simple tests to see howhypnotizable you are." The hypnotist quickly determined whichwould be suitable subjects, excusing two of the young men. hethen had them introduce themselves briefly--first name and class. "now I'm going to go through and hypnotized each of you." He cameover to Sharat now seated before the audience. Dr. Blakelyleaned close, "As I touch your head, you will feel your eyelidsstart to close. As your head falls, you'll drift off to a deepsleep.--One ... two ... three." The hypnotist's hands cradledhis head. He became disoriented. His eyelids sagged. His headdropped.
"Now you will awaken, completely refreshed. One ... two ...three." His mind was foggy. "With each breath, you're becomingmore and more awake." His eyes openned. He was lying on thefloor surrounded by a crowd of people. "Okay, okay, step back. Please go home, people. Things areunder control," came a deep voice from behind the spectacledyoung man seated beside him. To his left was Julie. Sharatstarted to sit up, but the young man put his hand on his chest. "You might want to wait before standing," he cautioned. Sharat propped himself on his elbows. "What the hell happened? Who are you?" The young man gavea smile. "I'm Doug Obermann, a grad student in clinical psychology. Dr. Blakely suffered a heart attack during the performance. Theambulance has taken him to the hospital. Since I have trainingin clinical hypnosis, I have been assistaing in bringing you andthe others out of your hypnotic states." He looked about. Juliethrew her arms about his neck. "I was so worried about you." She was locked onto his neck. It felt good. "Let me take you home." Doug and Julie helped himto his feet. The others were also sitting about, dazed by theordeal. He glanced up at the clock. "9:23! I've been out for an hour and a half?" She took hisarm. "You were wonderful!" That didn't comfort him. He stoppedand gently took her arms in his hands. "Did I do anything ... you know ... stupid?" "Like crowing like a rooster, or acting as if you were up onstage naked," she snickered. "No," she said resuming a semi-straight face. "Really?" he asked with obvious distress. "No." They walked to the car, arms about waists, silently. "So did you really run naked through your high school prom on adare?" He froze. She broke into giggles. "This isn't exactly a level playing field, you know," hesaid trying to play it cool. He opened the passenger door. "I know," she smiled, walking around to the driver's side. "... Besides, I had briefs on." The doors closed. Theescort started up, its headlights flicked on, and it drove out ofthe pay lot.
The motor had a dull hum. They didn't say anything forseveral minutes. Then, watching the streetlights' repetitivespotlighting of the car's interior, he turned to her, "Okay,level with me, what happened. I need to know." "It started off pretty tame. He explained that each of uscan only do what our consciences allow us to do, even ifhypnotized. But he went on to show how, when hypnotized, we canbe tricked into courses of action. He told you all to rememberyour most embarrassing moment in high school that you wouldn'twant others to know about, especially your parents. You werethen told that you were the principal and you had a transcript ofthe incident before you. But instead of you, it was your enemyin high school awaiting your discipline. He asked you to readthe summaries outloud. Everyone eagerly exposed their enemies.Yours was just ... more interesting than the others'." He sankin his seat. Exposed as an exhibitionist to his classmates andteachers. I'm dead, he thought. "What about the crowing shit?" She glanced over and smiledas she pulled into the parking lot of her apartment. "You didn't crow," she reassured. The parking brake gaveits raking clicks. The car turned off; the lights went out. They got out locking the doors. He looked over the roof at her. "I had a fun night ... I think," he joked. She smiled. "Look. Before you drive home, why don't you come up andhave a cup of coffee." Ka-ching! Damn, if he could play thisup, he might make it all the way. As they walked to theapartment complex door, "I was a bit jealous there once." "Really?" She inserted the key into the outer door. "One of the women was told that when she opened her eyeseveryone would be wearing only their underwear." His eyebrowsbetrayed his amusement. "She seemed to do quite a bit of crotchwatching in your direction." He smiled. "Perhaps she expectedthat streakers don't wear briefs." She smiled. "Oh, is that the cock crowing comes in?" She pursed herlips, giving him a playful slug in the arm from which he drewback with exaggerated defence. "I wouldn't be so smug ... Fido," she suggested. She heldthe door. He stood there; it was as if someone had dropped leadshot into his stomach. "Are you okay?" she asked with concern. He nodded yes and proceeded in. They climbed the stairs twoflights and walked down the hall, stopping at room 271. Sheinserted her key and opened the door. "Here it is, home sweethome," she gestured as she flipped on the light switch. It was a stylish apartment in blues and greens. It wasneat; women have a thing about that, he thought. She disappearedinto the kitchen. He moved forward into the adjoining diningroom, sitting at the table. Her movements were so smooth,flowing. His eyes followed her trim hips and ass as she reachedabout the cabinet, searching for the coffee. "What else happened?" "He said that we all have our animalistic tendencies andthat evolution and civilization have only hidden them. He hadyour group focus on what you felt was your strongest emotion andto imagine becoming an animal embodying that attribute. Do youremember that hunk next to you," she asked casually glancing backwhile measuring the instant coffee into the mugs. Sharatremembered the blond with the tank top and muscles bulging outall over. "Monkey? Perhaps, a jackass?" he volunteered. She stopped,sighed, and shot him an incredulous glance. "Jealous are we? ... No," she turned back, putting thekettle on the stove, "a horse." "N-n-eigh-gh, lassie, a wh-ee-ee-ee stallion." She turnedthe knob; the blue flame emerged beneath. "So what was I?" "A dog," she stated matter-of-factly. She turned and joinedhim at the table. "What do you make of that?" "Loyalty. Devotion. A howling good time." She smiled andgroaned. "Right. Shortly after that, Dr. Blakely clutched his chestand collapsed on stage while you all were in the throes of ...bestiality? That's when that guy came, Doug somebody. While theambulance wheeled Blakely away, he went among you helping you todrift back into your trances and then awakening you." The kettlelid rattled. She rose and added the water to the cups, turningoff the flame. She took out two spoons. "Milk, sugar?" "None for me, *honey*." She brought the mugs over afteradding milk to hers. Sitting, she folded her hands around thecoffee cup. She looked into his eyes. "So what's it like ... to be hypnotized?" He smiled at her. He laughed then shifted. "If you're so curious, why didn't *you* volunteer?" Shelooked down into her cup sheepishly. "I said that I'd seen him before." His lips partedslightly. "I didn't volunteer," she quickly added. "I need tobe ... in control." "Do you want *me* to hypnotize you?" he joked. He leanedforward, "You're getting sleepy, very sleepy," he said with hisbest Transylvanian accent. She smiled. Their eyes locked for asecond. Then he rose, "Well, I guess I better get going. It wasa really great evening ... even if I don't remember it." Shesmiled and got up. Her hand reached out taking his. "Thank you for a wonderful evening." She reached up withher other hand, wrapping behind his head and drew his lips tohers. M-m-m! He decided to go for it and secured her waist withhis arm. He gently nibbled her lips. As his tongue slowlypushed into her mouth, she drewback, "I-I ..." she muffledlystarted then her resistance faded. Soon their tongues exploredeach others' mouths. His hand moved up her blouse, unfasteningher bra. She drew back. "Sharat ... I ... I don't want this togo further." Shit, he thought. She looked down and noticed hisbulge. He stepped back. "I'm sorry." He nodded. He started tothe door. "No ... stay!" He stopped. "I ... I want you herewith me." She went over to him as he stood facing the door. "Idon't mean to lead you along, I just ... Sharat?" He wasunusually quiet. "Will you say something. Please speak to me!" Suddenly he dropped on all fours, gazed up at her and barked. "Sharat, this isn't funny. Come on get up." He sat back onhis haunches. He shook his arm then bit at it with his teeth. "Right! Okay boy, out you go," she openned the door, and hestrolled out enthusiastically. Down the hall was Twinky, Mrs.O'Sullivan's tabby. "Ruff! Ruff! Ruff!" he crawled furiously down the hallafter it. What if he wasn't fooling, she wondered. "Come here, boy. Here Sharat!" she called, patting herthigh. It was too late, the cat and its adversary haddisappeared down the stairwell. "Good lord!" She ran next doorand knocked on the door. The door openned and a young man stuckhis head out, a golden retriever poking its nose around his legs. He gave her a once over and smiled. "Todd, can I borrow a leashand collar?" "Sure. Back Max," he motioned the dog in, closing the door. He returned with a chain choke and retractable leash. "You dogsitting?" he leaned against the doorframe. "Rather unexpectedly ... thanks, I gotta run." He nodded. "Yeah." She started down toward the stairs. He watched hertight full ass. "Let me know if I can help!" he called afterher. She disappeared down the steps. She heard a low growl andsome barking. The kitten was hudlling up on the laundry foldingtable. "Cornered yourself a pussy, huh, Sharat?" He looked backwith dumb, affectionate eyes. She shook her head. Hopefullywhat's-his-name can fix this. She tugged on his shirt collar,"Come on, Sharat." He wouldn't budge. She looped the collarover his neck, attaching it to the leash. "Come on, Sharat!" sheinsisted, gently shaking the leash. There were footsteps on thestairwell. "Damn it, come on!" giving it a firm jerk. Thecollar tightened causing him to cough. "God, did I hurt you?"She reached over touching his shoulder. He looked up at her. The sight of a 150 lb man in a leash on all fours caused her tolaugh. Linda came into the laundry room with her basket of laundry. She stopped casting an eye first at Sharat then Julie. Shewhistled and shook her head. "Kin-ky!" Julie debated whether togo into the story or not. Not, she decided. "Come on, Sharat," this time he followed. As he crawled by,he stopped and started to sniff at Linda's leg. "G-r-oss!" she bellowed then kicking him. "Get away fromme, pervert." He growled. "Come on, Sharat," she stated with clenched teeth as shepulled the chain. He followed behind. They got back to herfloor and made it back to the apartment without more incident. She stopped and looked at him, what was she going to do? "I needto call ... Doug ... Doug uh-uh?" She took a deep breath. Shelooked at him. "He's going to destroy his clothes like that, butI can't have him running around in just his underwear. U-U-Ugh!"He sat there, his tongue panting and eyes fixed on her. She tookoff the leash and he immediately bounded over to the couch andproceeded to crawl over it. "Stay ... just stay," she said usingher hands to motion him to lie down. He complied. "Theauditorium, they'll know." She went to the telephone, called theauditorium, but there was no answer. She glanced over to see himchewing on a tassle. "No!" She rubbed her eyes, "This is a baddream. I'm ready to wake up now!" She gave a determined sighand went over to him. "Sharat, I hope you don't remember this. If you don't,you'll always think you scored the big one." She pushed him downon his side. She pulled his shirt out and unbuttoned it, workingthe sleeves off his arms. Occassionally he would fuss. "Stopmoving about." She unzipped his pants and undid the snap. Shetook a deep breath. It was an ecstatic moment filled with dreadand curiosity. "Sharat, you're not faking this are you," shelooked straight into his eyes. "Ruff! Ruff!" his eyes reflected no understanding. Sheproceeded, pulling the pants down his hips. "Red bikini briefs? You?" she shook her head as she pulledthem off his legs. He rubbed the side of his face against herarm. There was a knock at the door. "Christ!" She lookedaround. "Come on Sharat!" He sat there. "Oh-h-h!" she grabbedhis collar and pulled him from the couch. She was leading him tothe bathroom, when the door opened and Todd popped his head in. "I ... uh ... oh! I guess I'm ... uh ... interrupting." She turned. "No, Todd. Actually, you're just in time. I was wonderingif *you* had a second collar. You're a dog man, aren't you?" Hegulped. He gave a sick smile and shook his head. "Sorry, this ain't my scene." "Pity! You'd look so ... delicious in chains," she purred. He quickly slipped his head out and closed the door. "Thatshould get that sleazeball off my ass." She looked down at him,"Thanks, Sharat, I owe you one." She paused, considering thesituation, "Maybe not." She let go of his collar and went to thephone and picked up the student directory. "What was his name?"she struggled to remember. "Don? No, Doug. Doug ... O--?" Shelooked over at Sharat who was sniffing about. "Well it's astart." Openning the phonebook she found the O's and scanned forDoug. "Doug Oakland, grad" She dialed the phone and let itring. "Hello?" "Is this Doug Oakland?" she asked hesitantly. "Speaking." "Were you at the Hypnotist Show Tonight?" "Yeah. Why? Who are you?" "My name is Julie Robbins. Did you help the group after theshow?" "Yeah? Why? Was there a problem?" "Well, my boyfriend needs your services again." "Huh? What are you talking about?" "You've studied hypnotism haven't you?" "Hell no, I'm a chemical engineer. Are you with ASB?" "Oh, I'm sorry, wrong number." CLICK! It was going to be along night, she thought. There was a trickling sound. Sheglanced up to se Sharat lifting his leg and pissing on her pottedrubber tree. "Sharat! No!" She ran over and whacked him hard on hisraised thigh. He quickly crawled away. The stain ran down theside of the planter onto the plush carpet. She grabbed the leashand his collar, attached them and lead him into the dining room. "At least the floor in here is linoleum." She tied it to thetable leg hoping he wouldn't realize his own strength orabilities. She went under the sink and grabbed a rag and somedish soap. Wetting and soaping the rag, she went over andscrubbed the planter and carpet. Sharat curled up clumsily andwatched her. Drying it with some paper towels she stood andscowled at him. He sat up, dropping his head to his hands. Hegave a long plaintive whimper, punctuated with short barks. Hergaze softened. He raised his head, tongue dangling. "Myboyfriend the dog," she quipped. She threw the rags into thekitchen. "Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo. Arf! Arf!" his eyes sparkled. "You stay!" she said. She went back to the phone. Nextnumber, Doug Obermann. She dialed and waited anxiously. "You have reached Mark Spizetti and Doug Obermann. Neitherof us are home presently. Please leave your name, eye color,hair color, measurements, favorite romantic nightspot, phonenumber and a brief message and one of us will get back to you. BEEP." "...Uh, hi...My name is Julie Robbins. I'm calling for DougObermann. If you're the clinical psychologist who helped withafter tonight's hypnosis performance, I desperately need yourhelp. My boyfriend, who was hypnotized, has reverted back...uh...to a dog. My number here is 271-5948. Thanks." Shescanned the directory finding three more names. Dutifully shecalled and found none of them were psych grads. What to do now? She went back to the kitchen and sat down. "Looks like it's justyou and me, boy ... I mean, Sharat." He rested his head on herfoot. She noticed that his briefs were soaked as well. RING-RING. Sharat looked up. She jumped up and ran to the phone. "Hello?" "Is this Julie Robbins? This is Doug Obermann ..." "I'm glad you got my message," she said with relief. "Yeah. So tell me what happened." She told him how theywent to her apartment and started some heavy petting. "Very heavypetting," he added wryly. It was when he was leaving that hechanged. "Look, it's probably stress induced. Sexual arousaland trances have complex similarities in neurotransmitters andcortical activity patterns." He paused at her silence. "Justmake him comfortable and let him sleep it off. He should befine." "Will he remember any of this?" "It's hard to say. He sounds like a particularly suggestiveperson. I kinda doubt it, but he might. If you like, I can comeover." She started to accept when she looked over to see Sharatchained to the kitchen table in his briefs. "No, he's resting now. I'll just let him sleep over." "Fine, call me tomorrow though if there's no change." "Definitely! Thanks for calling back." She hung up andwalked back over. There was a small yellow puddle where he'dbeen laying. "Okay Sharat, come here." Obediently he crawledover. His briefs were soaked. "If you don't remember any ofthis, you're definitely going to think you scored." She reachedout for his briefs. "G-r-r-r-r," he gurgled. "Calm down," she said plainly, "these need to come off oryou'll wet the whole apartment." She gently worked them off anddown his ass. She glanced to make sure nothing vital was beingsqueezed. His thick dangling cock and balls caused a warm rush to her face. She continued working the briefs down his legs,over his ankles. She grabbed the rag and mopped up under thetable. Now what. Julie gathered up and took the coffee mugs tothe sink. She turned about see him in a provocative pose. Thechain curved down to his collar, he layed naked facing her, hiscock semi-erect. "Now, I need my camera. And Jill thought I hadno social life!" An idea hit her. She went back to the living room couch and took out hiswallet. "Are you a naughty boy or a bad boy?" she asked peeringinto its recess. Reaching in she pulled out a condom. "Ah," shesaid looking at him, "a naughty boy! A bad boy with protection." She looked the package over. "Sharat, this doesn't come withinstructions." His vacant eyes just looked at her withadoration. She tore it open and pulled out the latex ring. "Withwomen's protections they swamp you with all sorts of warnings,instructions, diagrams." She shrugged and walked over to him. "Roll over, Sharat, roll over." He eagerly complied. Shestroked along his firm, hairy abdomen. His cock rose slightly."Do you have to be erect to get this on?" she asked looking downat him. "Arf!" he licked her arm. She tried to unroll it over hisflaccid penis without luck. She reached down. Her smooth handslowly grasped his penis. Gently pulling she felt it growing inher hand. Her hand reached down and stroked his balls. "U-u-m-m," came his faint whimper. He licked at her ankles. Shewatched as his cock grew erect. Without thinking, she bent overand kissed it. Quickly she sat back, bumping her head on thetable. She took the condom and unrolled it down the length ofhis shaft. "Are you enjoying this?" His mute eyes sparkled. "Right. Hopefully, these are the *only* kind of accidents to be avoidedor else out you go!" She scooted back and rose. She disappearedfrom the kitchen and returned to the living room minutes laterwith a blanket, which she tossed over the couch and tucked underthe cushions.. She turned around. Sharat sat on his haunches,tongue and cock dangling. She shook her head, and went over,detaching the leash and slipping off the collar. "Okay, onto thecouch," she said clapping her hands. He crawled over and ontothe couch. She walked over and worked to lay him out flat thenpulled the blanket over him and tucked it tightly under thecushion. He twisted about and began a low pitiful whine. "Sh-h-h!" She reached up and grabbed a pillow, stuffing thecorner of it in his mouth. "Will you please be quiet." Hewhimpered slightly then became quiet. "Thank you," she added asshe pulled the pillow from his face. "My week, the typical, alittle bondage and bestiality. How's yours, Jill?" she mused. "You stay here tonight ... okay?" His head rolled over andlicked her arm. "Stay." She got up and began turning outlights. He turned, falling off the couch. He crawled over toher. "No! Back to your couch!" He stopped, dejected. "Go!" He crawled back and curled up on the blanket. Turning out theremaining lights, she picked up her nightie and went into thebathroom. After changing and brushing her teeth, she made herway into bed. "Sharat, off the bed!" He put his head to his hands. She sighed. She went back tothe living room and brought his blanket into the bedroom. "Down," she commanded pushing the naked man onto the floor. Sheturned out the light. It was turning out to be an eventful evening, she thought. Her mind reflected on their conversations over dinner. She feltsomething move. "Sharat!" She felt his tongue lick her ankle."Stop, that tickles." She drew her foot away. His arms and headappeared on the side of the bed. "Down," she insisted. She drewthe covers back and turned to push him back. He sat back then,as she sat there, put his arms on her thighs and began sniffingher panties. "Stop it, Sharat." She tried to push him back, buthe was more insistent this time. His tongue reached out andlicked broadly up the center, pressing the silk panty dancinglyalong her lips and clit. She put her hands on his shoulders andpushed back, "No, Sharat." Resistently, he pushed his facedeeper. This time her own juices were beginning to flow. "Sit, Sharat! Sit!" He dutifully sat back. She stood andslowly pulled off her panties exposing her moist pussy. Then shedrew off her nighty exposing her full, round breasts. Sheresumed her seat. "Come here, boy!" He happily crawled over,tongue and dick wagging. She gently took his head and pressedhis face between her legs. His tongue immediately began strokingher lips and clit. Sometimes little licks. Then long licks. Sharat's tongue was unpredictable, sometimes pressing within. Stroking one side or another. Soon she was very wet. As heworked, she leaned back and closed her eyes. "Here boy," shecalled patting the bed beside her. He hopped onto the bed. Shepressed her breast to his mouth. His tongue was rough. He licked about the nipple, beating it with his tongue. Hisarm rested on her chest and pushed her back gently. His headlunged forward and began lick about her other breast. His noseroughly pushed beneath the breast, exposing it to his tongue. She flitted her finger about her clit and labia. Withoutwarning, he flipped about, his tongue now lapping downward overher clit. A shiver went through her body. His erect cock washanging above her face. Her hand reached around his calf andslowly stroked it. Her breathing became faster as he bit alongher labia, his tongue plunging inside her vagina. Her mouth roseand began sliding along the rubbery shaft. She released it andmanaged to push him aside. She turned and got on all fours,"Now, Sharat, now!" With perfect instincts, he clammered behind her. With herhand guiding his cock into her waiting cunt, he began to pump."Oh-oh-oh." His hands grasped her shoulders. His feet movedforward. His thrusting was raising her slightly. "Uh-uh. Yes-s." The latex cock slid easily. She tried to move, but his gripheld her tightly. He continued to pump. Suddenly she felt herinside tighten. She felt like she would buckle. Shortly, hisrhythm broke. He stopped and released her. She crawled forwardand rolled to her side. A warm glow overtaking her. He crawledforward and put his head on her stomach. She ran her fingersthrough his hair. They layed there then she adjusted theblanket. "Come on up, Rin Tin Tin." He lifted his head, cockedit and crawled up beside her. She threw her arm around his broadchest, running her fingers through his chest hair. "Makes mewonder what you're like when you're you." "I'm much better" Her smile froze, she sat straight up. "Sharat! You're you!" He turned lazily openning out hisarms and looking up at her. "Well, I've always been me." She looked down at himsternly. "How much do you remember about tonight?" His eyessparkled. "I remember stopping at the door ..." He stopped. "... And?!" "There was something about stay." He stopped and drew up aknee. "Next I'm naked, and pumping away doggy style." Hepaused, "I wasn't exactly going to stop and say, `Gee, where am Iand what am I doing right now.'" She layed down beside him, andhe wrapped his arms about her. She pressed her head against hisneck. "That hypnosis stuff is too weird. Never again." Herthumb gently ran along his temple. "You're absolutely right. Why don't you rest. You mustfeel tired ... very tired. Your legs must feel very heavy. Letthem relax." He yawned as his eyelids drooped. "You can imaginewhat it's like to lay around all day. Your only concern is toplease your mistress." Her voice was calming. His eyes began toclose. "This is your only desire, to please your mistress." "To please m-m mistress," he murmurred heavily. She ran herhand along his thigh. "Good boy," she whispered before going to sleep.
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