ZARAH - A personal fantasy

I. At the Nightclub

I had only recently started dating a woman named Brenda whom I'd met at aparty. This was a compact gal, in real good shape physically, chestnut-hairedwith an acerbic sense of humor I really dug. She's a feisty, feminist-type(with a great physique, by the way), who enjoyed being in charge of things. Imyself am fairly easy-going, so I didn't mind being dictated to, at least, if Icould count on some good times in bed eventually! She called me one afternoon and said she wanted to visit a certain clubthat evening. She asked me if I wanted to join her. "There's a weird woman there who does a psychic kind of act," she informedme. "A couple of my friends have been several times, and they really raveabout this stuff." The "club" turned out to be well out of town, in a nice suburban shoppingstrip, with a small, inexpensive marquee reading: "All this month: MarvelousMentalist Madame Mesmere!" Inside were bar, tables, and a small stage at oneend, on which the act was already progressing. "Madame Mesmere" was a small, somewhat sharp-featured exotic face withdark, wide-set eyes and full but controlled mouth, set atop a nice figure onlyhalf-hidden by a long silken garment which closed at the neck. There was acomplete self-assurance about this woman. It seemed more than just performer'schutzpah. Every gesture, every nuance of her voice lent authority and power tothis small figure. She was having her "victims" act like rock stars, take off their shoeswithout realizing it, and all the other standard stage hypnotic stunts. I wasstill enthralled, even through the corny routines. I had seen a lot of moviesand read a lot about hypnotism, but I'd never actually been in there "in theflesh." I'll explain more about my preoccupation later. After some tacky spoon-bending stuff, the lights were lowered further, anda "volunteer" from the audience, a middle-aged woman with a very respectablefigure, was enlisted by the performer to aid in "a mystifying presentation oftrue telepathy." This woman gave her name, "Lily," in a timid voice, but Ifigured her to be an assistant planted in the audience. I was wrong. Lily stood with her back to the audience, and "Madame" proceeded tohypnotize her. She spoke softly to the "subject" for a short while, and tookboth Lily's hands in her own palms. Then her voice and personality suddenlybecame quite firm and commanding, as she gazed intently at Lily. She rockedslightly sideways, back and forth in front of her and spoke aloud: "Lily, you see nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing outside of the two ofus now," she intoned in a deep, gentle voice. "Watch me now, see only me ...that's it, and now you can just let yourself go, rocking ... swaying ...you find you are rooted to the floor ... now just a few more seconds ...there we go, Lily, now sway ver-r-ry gently now left ... now right ... nowleft ... right ... close your eyes now, dear ... they're so-o-o heavy... left ... right ... " and so forth. As her stream of suggestions droned on and on, I noticed with a smallstart that I had been swaying myself! I was instantly breathing hard, my facewas hot with embarrassment, but I couldn't remove my eyes from Lily's pliantform. Back in the safe darkness of the audience, I felt secure from view orridicule. The phenomenon of hypnotism has always had a very strong sexualconnotation for me. As the subject's sway grew more pronounced, "Madame" stepped closer, andspoke in a voice only the woman could hear. Very soon Lily's hands werestraight down at her sides, and her head had lolled backward till her facepointed up at the ceiling. A chair was quickly pushed up behind her knees,which buckled gently, and Madame guided her backward into the seat. With a few more theatrical passes and firmer commands, Madame Mesmereswiveled Lily around till she faced outwards into the audience. Lily's facewas placid, eyes closed, head upright now, and her hands rested along the chairarms. One hand slipped off and dropped toward the floor like a stone. It hungthere until Madame returned it to position. A mind-reading bit followed, with the robotic voice of Lily giving answersto questions on cards passed up from the audience. The mental act concluded,the show came to an end. I had been so caught up in my own reverie I actuallyremember very little of the mind-reading, but "Madame Mesmere" had made adefinite impression on me. As the house lights came up, I noticed severalother patrons shaking themselves loose from a daze. One or two were stillslumped over in their chairs! "The power of the mind is limitless," intoned Mesmere, looking outwards atthe audience, "the power to control, or to give up control ... to give up allcontrol ... but now we should all feel alert and brisk as we leave our cocoonand rejoin the outside world. I know you're all fully awake now!" and shegave a couple sharp handclaps into the microphone, and left the stage, toscattered applause. After the show, I finally paid attention to Brenda again. I learned thatshe thought she had "gone under" during the program, and still felt somewhatwoozy. I worried that there were residual effects, and contacted the stagemanager. We were given directions to the woman's dressing room, and made ourway backstage then and there. "Madame Mesmere" had a very comfortable suite for such a small club. Thewoman turned out to be just as imposing offstage as on. Her direct gaze seemedto penetrate all disguises and pretexts. She introduced herself to us as"Zarah." I explained on my date's behalf, as she had become (unusually) tongue-tied. Brenda was quite flushed, I might say, and as she leaned briefly againstthe door jamb to Zarah's room, I noticed that her breathing was hurried. Oureyes flicked nervously around the backstage suite. The room contained a wide lounge chair, more like a sofa, and seated uponit was Lily, the woman from the recent performance. Next to her slumped arather thin blond girl. They were obviously still entranced, for the thingirl's frizzy head was laid on Lily's shoulder, eyes tightly closed, while thelovely, rather dark-set eyes of the older woman were blinking rather slowly andregularly in a languid manner. Neither acknowledged our entrance at all. Speaking to us, Zarah said: "As you can see, Brenda, the phenomenon younow experience is not unusual. Unexpected strong responses to my techniquecome to my attention often. I was just in the process of clearing these goodladies of all residual effects, and if you will wait a moment outside, I willattend to you as well, my dear girl." My date nodded, and turned to leave. Zarah's voice was very flexible, and there was a depth and smoothness toher speech that I found very appealing. As she spoke I was struck by theabsolute directness and frankness of her gaze.I knew somehow that, as I stoodbefore her, she was assessing me! She came to some decision quickly. "Go on now, James, isn't it?" she commanded. "You may return in a fewmoments." As we were retreating, I caught a startling glimpse in the corner of thedressing-room mirror. Zarah had moved to stand behind the sofa. She brushedher hands down the blonde's face and neck, and I swear I saw them slidemomentarily down the front of her sweater! As the door closed behind us, I wasmore flustered than Brenda, who seemed oblivious to the scene. Had she missedthe reflection? She must have, and I suddenly decided not to mention it.Zarah had treated Brenda almost as a child, and my ordinarily prickly-pear datehad not even batted an eyelid! After a short while, the door opened, and the two ladies emerged. Lilynowseemed quite vivacious, and sparkling, while the thin girl lowered her face,and muttered an embarrassed "Excuse me," as they left the theater. I watchedthem leave, wishing I could have that power, to have women offer themselves upto me, helpless to resist. I was suddenly quite horny. While I had been woolgathering, daydreaming about brushing my hands allover a hypnotized woman, Brenda had hurried back inside, closing the door.After a few moments, I got up enough courage to poke my head inside. The womenhad apparently retired to the rear of the suite, and I crept inside, breathlesswith anticipation. I was not disappointed. I heard the hypnotist's "stagevoice" intoning continuously in the back room. "Of course there is no embarrassment or shame in being susceptible tohypnosis ... it's so natural and helpful, really ... you know many peoplearound the country find that as they listen closely to my voice, they canunderstand their feelings much better, just as you can now, can't you Brenda?Can't you my dear?" There was a soft murmur in response. "You may speak up, Brenda ... how do you feel just now ... just now?" "I'm not sure ... it's unusual ... sort of dreamy ... everything'sfar away ... " "Yes, everything will recede far, far away for you ... you can hear meand see me with your deeper awareness, while you send your upper layers off far... farther and farther ... you'll find now that it's very easy to keeplooking into my eyes right here, Brenda ... far-r-r away to some lovely,floaty drifting place ... especially the eyes, Brenda ... you are fixatedon my glance, I see, your body feels light as a feather, wrapping you now in adowny, drowsy trance state ... deeper and deeper as you gaze ... deeperunder my control ... " I peeked around the door. They stood almost toe-to-toe. Zarah'sforefingers massaged my date's temples, running lightly but firmly now andagain down her jawline and back upwards. As she talked to Brenda her fingersconcentrated their circling feathery touch around her brows and eyelids, whichwere blinking slowly now. "You're responding perfectly now, Brenda. Now let yourself be aware ofjust that la-a-ast little bit of resistance in your eyelids ... that la-a-asttiny bit of tension as your eyelids feel so-o-o-o intolerably heavy ... ohyes, I see they are hot and flushed as they want to close ... you will lo-o-o-ove this experience, my dear. I know how go-o-od it feels to give up allcontrol, your heavy, heavy eyelids are so-o-o leaden as you respond only to meBrenda ... feel them burn now? Yes-s-s ... ever so heavy! ... they arewatering and burning ... watering and burning so-o-o-o badly ... you feelthat any second they must close down softly and drowsily, Brenda ... youlove drifting and floating ... so impossibly heavy aren't they? ... you maybegin to yield now ... go a-a-allll the way down." Brenda was clearly making no effort to resist the other's instructions.Her breathing was uneven and shallow, her cheekbones glistened with moisturefrom watering eyes which now fluttered and blinked rapidly. The mentaliststroked her temples just over the ears. Each light stroke seemed to pull mydate's head forwards into the intense gaze of Madame Mesmere. Now Brenda's body jerked a little, then swayed from the ankles suddenlytowards the hypnotist, who quickly kept her upright merely by holding onefinger against Brenda's forehead. The eyes closed, and a shuddering sigh toldme that the trance was now complete. "Wait there rooted to the floor now, my dear," was the next command,given in a louder voice. Think nothing, hear nothing, dream nothing until Iaddress you again. You see I can have you remain standing straight and tallwithout falling. Go deeper and deeper ... deeper and deeper automatically... obey me, Brenda ... you may safely obey me completely!" Madame quickly turned her head, and she saw me before I could retreat.Watching Brenda hypnotized close up had given me a bulging hard-on, and as themesmerist came to join me in the front room, I held my coat in front of me. "I've encountered voyeurs before, but none so fetching as you!" were herfirst surprising words to me. Looking me up and down (I fancy she approved,as I've never been called wanting in the masculine looks department), sheturned and walked towards the sofa, beckoning me to follow. "I really think I should go ... we should go ... we drove heretogether ... " I mumbled unconvincingly. My face burned in embarrassment. Mesmere chuckled. "There's more to this than you are letting on ...James, isn't it? I find that little talents are appealing to many men, yes,and women too ... some think it strange ... " and her left hand found itsway suddenly under my coat, brushing against my still-erect penis through mypants! The assault made me gasp, I stepped backwards, and would have fallen ifthe hypnotist's other hand had not grasped me strongly by the lapel and held meup. "I'd better set you straight on a couple of important points," shemurmured, extracting her hand smoothly. "I have extensive experience in allforms of trance and trance induction, James," she said. "I offer everythingfrom public demonstrations in hospitals and psychology departments to rather... specialized personal consultations. I can see confusion and not a littleembarrassment in you ... tell me now, what's this," and she looked pointedlyat my lap, then back up straight at my face, "what's this all about?" " ... I ... " No coherency yet, but I soon found myself speakingfrankly to her. I know now that I had already surrendered some of my personalcontrol to Zarah, but at the time I found it surprisingly easy to confide inher, quite quickly! I have had a fascination with the phenomenon of hypnosis since someincident in very early age, and find that the sight of a person undergoingtrance has a strong sexual effect on me ... I don't know why. I know that Iwatched movies in which people were spellbound with almost religious ecstasy.As I spoke, Madame held onto my arm, and sat me back on the sofa, as if I werehandicapped. She nodded warmly to me. What power she suddenly projected! The full force of her personality wasstaggering. I had really forgotten all about my "date," so self-absorbed was Iat that moment. Of course, the mentalist was experienced at reading faces. "Hypnosis is a type of seduction, James," she nodded, "especially in mylife too! ... but I use it solely for my own pleasure. Observing themechanisms of control and submission, those are my passions ... and they arevery strong passions for me indeed ... as I see they are to you, though youhadn't known until this ... very ... moment ... Control, and ... deep,deep submission ... yes ... submission ... those who can respond quicklyand very deeply truly are gifted ... that's right, James, it's a very specialgift, you know ... to be able to surrender control ... to relax and submit... to submit to firm, gentle control ..." I was suddenly aware that I had not blinked in several minutes, and wassitting way back in my chair. I shook my head slowly to try and clear thecobwebs I felt forming. Zarah gave a small friendly smile. Defensively, Iblurted out that I felt uneasy in the dressing room, when anyone could come inand see us, but I know my demurrer was half-hearted at best. She gave a small,friendly smile, and reached out to take my coat from off my lap. As she hungit over her chair, she continued her spiel. "Your masculine instinct to assert domination is naturally strong, yetthere is a yielding side even in the most aggressive," Zarah said. "Usuallyin my various tour cities, I observe people like you in my audience during aperformance. I may keep up a ... personal contact with the most ...rewarding ... prospects. I often arrange ... how shall I call it ...small private 'seances' in my hotel suite, or in their homes. Many of my hostsare glad to invite me back ... although some are not truly aware of why theyhave done so." Her gaze burned me yet again, and I felt my cock respond with asurprising surge. I must have blushed. She changed the subject abruptly. "You don't know Brenda yet, do you? I mean know her intimately, as anerotic being? She arouses you, I can see that ... but you and I are alreadyvery intimate ourselves, aren't we? The two of you seem alike in a curious way... very well-favored in face and physique, but perhaps a shyness, and aself-centered nature ... Well, if we are to know each other better, you willsoon find yourself abandoning such confining attitudes." She nodded, still gazing right at me, and I found my head nodding itsagreement. Really, I was had almost stopped paying attention to her words, hervoice was so warm! It deepened more now, as if it were coming through atunnel. Her unblinking gaze seemed to pass right through my body. Her eyeshad lost their focus, and looked right through me, as if into infinite reachesbeyond. "Submission is just the alternate side of dominance, James, just like Yinand Yang. I respect man's need for both; indeed, I often attend submissionrituals to which I give my own self-ness up. You might eventually see thisother side of me, which would give me pleasure, but right now, I prefer beingin charge. You and lovely Brenda need to learn these sides of yourselvesbetter, and I, James ... well, I am perfect in the teacher's role ...perfect for you ... I know you'll enjoy your revelations ... and I'm neverwrong ... never ... ." As these words flowed on and on, there seemed to be a woolly sort of buzzin my ears, which shut out other sounds. In the heavy silence, I becamepartially aware that I hadn't moved in what seemed like hours! I didn't eventhink of moving, I felt so lazy. Had she been talking for a short time, orforever? I felt comfortable and lethargic, yet more sexually aroused thanbefore. Curiously, I felt that my sexuality need no longer be concealed ...even in front of a stranger. The outside world of the nightclub sounds now slowly drifted back into myawareness. Zarah nodded at me. And Brenda was now standing right by my sofa,apparently still asleep! When had she come in? "James ... stay perfectly still for a few moments ... that's right,just stay in your chair, so comfy, isn't it?" came a warm, deep voice, as iffrom a distance, yet at the same time right inside my head! I remained seated,unconcerned now with any outside events, as the hypnotist moved over besideBrenda, and began murmuring softly right into her ear. My date's eyes weretightly shut, and her head nodded to the words. "I'm sure I can promise that a new world of unexpected pleasure andgratification will soon be open to you," said Zarah to me. "When you takeBrenda home, you will participate in an interesting demonstration she will showyou. Don't take advantage of her tonight, though, will you James?" My head shook in agreement, as if by its own accord. "Just accept what happens for now, and we'll talk at greater length later... Brenda, kneel down right here, now." Miss Feminine Equality droppedinstantly to her knees, eyes still closed, at the command. "James, your body is motionless, but I know that you're very aroused,"spoke the hypnotist. "Brenda, I want to awaken some very very deep senses inyou now. I want you to lean forward, and smell something very special. Youwill shortly take in a very powerful and special scent." She gently pushedBrenda's head towards my lap, and continued: "Inhale, hold it in, exhale ... again ... and again now. Hold in thatsmell, live that wonderful odor, let it penetrate you to your deepest, deepestcore. Go on, Brenda, deeeep, deeeep breaths now ... it's a very powerfulmusk that James exudes, isn't it?" Brenda nodded quickly, still on her kneesnext to me. Her breathing seemed very loud all at once. The irresistiblevoice droned on: "James, you are so horny, now! What a powerful looking bundle you havethere, and such a strong odor too. So unnatural to keep it confined so verytightly ... let it out, please. You must be bursting ... yes you lookabout to burst! You'll find you can quickly move your hands now. Hurry, unzipit, let it pop right out ... there you go ... my my!" she said, as myfingers flew to do her bidding. "What a lovely erection! It looks so tinglynow, is it tingly and aroused, James? Yess-s-s-s it's tingling, I see it'sthrobbing quite strongly! Just look at it quiver and try to stand up evenstiffer now ... stiffer ... stiffer and stiffer, James! Brenda is inheaven with the strong smell of your musk as you now become even more aroused.I love to see a beautiful naked penis like yours pulsing, pulsing right up intothe air, straight up in the air, it shows how very responsive and free you havebecome to me, in just a short time! I will touch it now, and you may thenrelease your semen." Zarah pushed Brenda's face even closer to my erection. The girl wasinhaling, and releasing each breath with an audible sigh. Her torso trembledslightly. She leaned forward, and I jolted as her nose touched my shaft! Goon, I heard in my innermost thoughts, I must, the urge is strong ... let itcome now, I want to let it all go! Zarah's soft hand touched my cock, tickled the glans and rubbed lightlyover its length, as I threw my head back, and held my breath. The electricfeel of orgasm quickly overtook me. A few more touches, and she left my organjerking into mid-air. "Tingling ... tingling and burning ... burning and pumping, pumping... there it comes pumping out now!" chanted the hypnotist. I felt the hot liquid burning me, forcing its way up, up my shaft ...surging up ... surging and now shooting out and up, onto the floor, dribblingback down my slimy shaft, flowing out and over my hardness, pulse after hotpulse. My heaving chest finally stilled. I knew I was almost laying back acrossthe couch, but I felt as if I would never want to move again ... I was thatdrained! Brenda had left the room while Zarah helped me clean myself off as mydick slowly shrunk under her knowing gaze. She zipped me up, held my chin, andburned through me again with those eyes. The most blissfull warmth surged intomy head from her fingers resting in easy possession of my very being. "My, James, what a powerful ejaculation you possess! I envy the recipientof such a strong, burning jet of lust and love ... " I smiled sleepily andsighed in blissful release. She tugged at my hands suddenly now. "All right,you may come right out of your chair now, out of your trance and up, backcompletely with us now. Up you come, here you come, James ... there! Feelsgood, doesn't it? Why don't you just wait outside for a minute, and you maydrop Brenda off at her apartment. It's great to feel so completely alert now... off you go!" I couldn't speak, my shock and amazement at my exhibition was so profound.I dutifully left and waited at a nightclub table, ordering a milkshake, which Igreedily gulped down. When Brenda emerged after about fifteen minutes, she seemed as animated ashad the woman earlier. She chattered gaily away as we took a cab to herapartment. "You know, I think I was a little sucked in by that show this evening,Jim," she mused. "I'm glad we got that lady to bring me back to my senses!Damn, how did it get to be so late? I've got an early class tomorrow. Justdrop me off at the apartment, okay? I better sleep it off." She seemed as stand-offish as ever, giving no signals that I should putthe moves on her. She had clearly no memory of the events in the dressingroom. The cab arrived, and she asked me to see her to the door. Inside her foyer, she had tilted her head towards me for a kiss, when Isaw it hit her. Her eyes glazed suddenly, and her voice thickened. "James, Ifeel so tingly all of a sudden ... whoo!" As our lips met, her tonguesurprised me by thrusting its way into my mouth. The kiss lasted and lasted,her breath coming quicker, and then: "There, that's for being so understanding, and this ... and this ... "her voice stopped, and she dropped to her knees in front of me, her eyesclosed. She rubbed her face against the renewed lump in my trousers, inhaleddeeply, and sighed. Her voice became higher and more girlish. "This is your ... cock, isn't it ... your thick, long cock ... itfeels so-o-o hard and smells so-o-o-o good ... Jimmy, I wish I could suck it... slurp it right into my mouth now ... " She burrowed her nose into my crotch again. Her voice was muffled as sheseemed to want to climb right into my underwear. "O-o-ooh ... I'm hungry forit, Jimmy ... it could sli-i-i-de right in ... right between my lips ..." Another deep inhalation. "I wish I could feel it spurt into me ...spurting and spurting ... it would make me co-o-o-ome ... " her voicetrailed off into quick panting, then silence. She gulped convulsively, and with a final nuzzle, she stood up, shivered,and seemed to snap out it a quickly as she had went under. She tossed me adizzy smile, and opened the elevator door. "Well, thanks again ... see you around! Maybe I'll buzz you nextweekend, okay?" Without a backward look, she left me, throbbing there in the lobby. Thetaxi driver probably noticed me panting like a dog, and left me to my ownbemused reverie. Needless to say when I reached my apartment, it took just afew tortured seconds until my penis, truly hard, was spurting a burning loadover my bathroom floor. I slept fitfully that night, to say the least. Myimagination worked overtime, as did my right hand. Thank God for Jergen'sLotion - the next morning, my room smelled like a cherry! I was so wrung out,I took the day off from work.

Zarah - part II - Zarah's Office

Several days passed while I tried to digest what had happened to me thatnight. I had been excited almost out of my mind, and this much intensity hadto have a reason. I was bewildered, and questioned my masculinity. I felt asif I were a real sicko to get that turned on by someone else's helplessness ...and even worse when I remembered my own willingness to give up self-control! And through it all, the calm, intense face of Zarah remained in my mind asif it had been burned there. I felt angry, that I had been taken advantage of, and finally I summonedthe nerve to visit the nightclub again, this time without Brenda. I arrived about at the end of Zarah's last show, and sent word backstage.My heart lurched again when the waitress led me back to that dressing room.Zarah was alone, this time in her street clothes. I felt almost physically illwith emotion. "James, come in, please!" urged Zarah in a concerned tone. "You are verypale ... is something wrong?" Still, I couldn't speak, I was so afraid that communication would begin toreforge that bond between us again. I hung my head in fear and shame, and didnot meet her eyes. She handled it masterfully, rummaging around in her room, chatting idly tome about her audiences, packing up some things into drawers and cases, untilshe saw that I had recovered somewhat. "James," she began again, "you know that nothing can be mended until thedamage has been examined. I feel sure I know the source of some of yourdiscomfort, but my time tonight is short, and I think you're not quite readyyet. Why not visit me at my office tomorrow evening about 5:30?" She handed me a card which read

ZARAH BRADFORD, PHD CONSULTANT

and the address of a local motel. She looked at me intently for a moment,and said, "I have a suite there when I am residing in this city ... Yes, I thinktomorrow at 5:30 will be perfect, we can spend some time together then. Pleasebe prompt, won't you?" and ushered me outside. I saw her watching my car as Idrove away, and I shivered, I don't know exactly why. I drove to the luxury motel listed on the card at the appointed time thenext day. I felt calmer now that I had seen her again. Zarah's suite had asmall plaque on the door bearing only the cryptic legend "Consultant." I was a little early for my meeting. As I walked around the building tothe secluded entryway, I was brought up short by the sight of a stunning, red-haired woman leaving. She seemed quite flushed, radiant, I might say, and as Iapproached, she leaned briefly against the wall, and my gaze fastened upon herclothing. I had a quick view of a very well-filled t-shirt, and I lowered mygaze to catch a glimpse of her butt ... I am a real ass connoisseur. I wasrewarded (and amused) by the sight of lavender panties showing well above thewaistline of her trim jeans. Her side zipper was open at least halfway downits length, revealing more lavender. The woman straightened her clothing, flashed me a "drop-dead, buddy"smile, then brushed right past me and turned the corner. I hurried after herto check her rear elevation once again, and was sneaking a peek around thebuilding, when I heard a soft voice behind me. "You must be James, yes? Come on inside, please, we're on rather a tightschedule tonight!" The slightly British accent belonged to a petite brunette dressed insomething white like a nurse's uniform. Her gaze was bright and direct, andshe dazzled me with a 500-watt smile. As we entered the suite, she introduced herself as the office assistantKatherine. "Zarah is waiting for you, James!" My glance swept across the outer motel room as we entered. Lookingaround, I noticed several bits of paraphernalia like a spiral disk machine, alight bulb on a metronome, a crystal ball on a stand and a small shelf of bookson the subject of hypnosis. The "consultant" herself waited behind a large desk, and waved me to achair. The setting was calculated to soothe, and I felt myself settle into thelarge chair opposite Zarah, prepared to state my case with authority andconfidence. "Madame ... er, Doctor ... ." What a joke! I started out with a stumbleover her name! She looked different in this "office" setting, and yet ... thatface! Those eyes! I felt confidence drain away. And now she spoke. "James, wait for just a moment now ... just compose yourself ... we justcan't communicate while you're in this state ... I think I can help you ...just look here ... that's it, right here ... " and her direct gaze drew my owneyes to hers. She widened those magnificent orbs slightly. The sounds of the room seemed to shut themselves off as if there were avolume control turned down somewhere. I felt so calm! I sank back into mychair, and let myself take a deep breath. Was she still talking? Who cared?Those eyes were so calm, so knowing ... I closed my eyes for just a moment ...a long moment ... "There, that's much better!" Her voice faded back into focus as shecontinued: "You are NOT entranced, James, but I know you'll find it easier tospeak frankly now." I smiled and nodded in response. Everything she said just seemed soright! My head wasn't at all "wooly" as it had felt the other night! Mythoughts seemed to sparkle with clarity. She proceeded to grill me politely. I realize now that my strangesuccession of violent emotions had left me off-balance, and Zarah was usingthis confusion to elicit very personal and honest talk from me on very shortacquaintance. "James, I think I can sum up your fundamental questions about me, andabout your own needs," she said, finally. "The simple term for me isdominatrix. You've heard that before, no?" I nodded, surprised at her blunt honesty. "As I said to you the other evening, I enjoy my abilities to dominate andcontrol others who are receptive to my influence. I also enjoy taking theother, submissive and obedient role occasionally! "Now you are discovering that the prospect of giving up self-control isexciting to you. You're not used to these emotions, because your life andcareer have depended on structure and calculated control. This does NOT meanthat you are less of a male, or less of a complete human ... in fact, I thinkyour experience will be richer for your acknowledgement!" She smiled warmly atme. "Your ability to surrender control frightens you, but only because it hascome as a surprise. With more practice and insight, your self-awareness willnot feel unwholesome, but will be a rewarding and maturing process!" I nodded. This all seemed very logical and true. She chuckled. "James, you are so very responsive to me that I think you have allowedyourself to go into trance without realizing it, haven't you?" Why, I thought, so I had! How amusing! How strange! I tried to speak,but my voice was husky all of a sudden. "I think ... I think you're ... right ... " "James," came the firm voice of command, "I will not allow you to turnyourself into a slave! I don't believe in any type of slavery! Now look at meclosely, and listen with the very depth of your being!" I guess I leaned forward towards her glowing face, and nodded. Everysound now took on a crystal clarity and importance as her voice penetratedevery fiber of me! "There will come a time, sooner or later, when you know that you are incomplete control of your OWN self, your own maturity. You will find it easy tobreak loose from my or anyone else's influence whenever you know it is rightthat you do so ... you can USE me and my knowledge to grow into a more completeperson." She paused a moment, and lowered her gaze deliberately. "While youCHOOSE to be my subject, I will show you new levels of sexual fulfillment.Trance states are liberating as well as confining." "Liberating ... yes ... " I heard myself say. "James, your quick and trusting responsiveness is very stimulating to me,my dear! I am attracted to you physically, and your particular turn-on isquite unusual. Men like you don't come my way often! I do receive pleasurefrom command, but it is a responsibility as well!" She sighed, and swivelledher chair away. Instantly, I felt the "chain" break between us. I shiftedposition and cleared my throat. "You're going through a lot just now, but I know you welcome sexualpleasure almost any time!" she said over her shoulder. "You like to 'peep,'we both know that! Now if you wish, you may observe my next visitor from theback room, but you may make no sound to disturb us until I give you leave tocome in! Go now, and sit quietly just inside the door." Of course I hurried to obey. I found a chair and pulled it over to acrack in the door, in time to see Katherine usher in a thin, nervous-facedgirl. "Here's Penny to see you, Doctor," she trilled, and sat herself down overin a back corner of the"office." "Hello, Dr. Bradford," said Penny hurriedly. "I'm glad that you couldschedule an appointment tonight on such short notice." "It was no trouble at all, dear," replied Zarah. "I often take someevening sessions." Penelope chattered on with a few complaints about boyfriend trouble, and,I gathered, some early childhood references, and Zarah responded quite calmly.In fact, over a very short time, Penelope's voice lost its abrasive quality,and her herky-jerky gestures slowed noticeably. I could see Zarah's influenceover this woman was quite strong. "Penny, let's sit ourselves down and shake out some of that tension, shallwe?" Zarah took Penny's hands into her own, and my heightened perceptionspicked up something in the woman's body language that told me that she wasalready responding to Zarah's influence. Her darting gaze now rested morecalmly on Zarah's strong face, and in a lowered voice she assented. Zarah continued,"I'm glad you feel that this is a relaxing place you cancome to shake out of these dark moods. You are obviously feeling more relaxedjust standing here. Most of my clients shake off these tensions very quickly... you feel better now, don't you dear? Shall we move over to our work areanow." Hand in hand, the two women took slow steps towards a low padded stool.My penis was already riding up hard inside my trousers. Penelope was underZarah's control already! She sat slowly down on the stool, and Zarah kneltdown smoothly in front of her. "Penny, just watch me for a few more moments ... yes, just for a few morelong moments ... watch me a little longer, dear ..." as her voice quicklyassumed a lower, seductive purr ..."while I help you with your tensions. Watchme carefully, Penny ... very carefully ... that's right, dear, I can feel yourfingers gaining warmth as those arms get calm, relaxed and heavy ... veryheavy, aren't they? Do you feel that weight? You do, my dear Penny, you feelthat very heavy weight in your arms. You can feeel that heaviness just now,Penelope ..." Penny nodded slowly. Her eyes were unblinking. I was very hard, and myhand found the lump in my trousers quickly. I touched myself delicately as Iglued my eyes on Penny. "You've done the right thing, my girl ... you arrived here at the verytime I suggested to you last week ... you don't remember my suggestion, doyou?" " ... no ... I can't remember ... everything's fuzzy!" "Yes, fuzzy and warm ... you're a very good girl, aren't you, Penny?"Another slow nod. "Of course you are. I promised you some excitement andfulfillment last week, and we'll have a wonderful time tonight. Ready,darling? You can sink right into my gaze now, Penny, just let it a-a-a-l-l go,and fa-a-a-ll right in as you've learned to do so very well ... so very heavythose arms, Penny, I'll drop them to your sides now ... just let their weighthang very lo-o-o-osely down there, they are hanging down, down, down, so heavyyou just can't move them at all..." Penny's unblinking eyes were fixed on Zarah's face. White showed allround the pupils, and her hands immediately dropped straight down to her sides.Their faces were close together now. Zarah held Penny's chin gently. Her voicecrooned and stroked. "You are fa-a-a-l-l-ling right into me now ... falling and floating ...fa-a-a-l-l-ling and flo-o-o-o-oating ... . floating right into your trance now... your eyes are open, and you see nothing ... and there you go ..." and hervoice faded softly into a profound silence. Penny's body leaned forward on her stool, almost touching Zarah's. Herlips were parted slightly, and her breathing seemed very noisy in the hush.Zarah now held their two faces apart with just an index finger on the woman'sforehead. "Close your eyelids now, take three deep breaths, and enjoy that blissfulfeeling of complete submission to me. Yes, Penny, you are mine for a whiletonight!" God, I was aroused, I pulled my rock-hard prick out of my pants, just intime to let it spurt out violently against the door. My face felt red-hot, andI gave an involuntary grunt as the wonderful tingle subsided. When I hadcleared up the goo, I felt so hot, I crept backward from the door, and washedmy face in the bathroom sink! Catching my breath, I returned to the door, to see that Zarah had leftPenny perched on her stool. Katherine had taken a stance behind the subject,and her fingers now rotated the girl's temples, and stroked through her frizzyhair. A blissful smile played over Penny's lips now. Katherine saw me at thedoor, and actually tossed me a wink! She turned to Zarah, now seated at herdesk, and said, ignoring Penny: "He's cleaned himself up, Doctor!" "James, Penny sees and hears nothing but me ... you may come back in now,"said Zarah. I edged inside, and waited at the door. "Penny, I wish now that you'll briefly and honestly recapitulate yourreasons for being one of my clients." Penny said: "I'd heard about some mysterious parties from a girl friend ofmine, who raved about you. I've had many personal problems in life meeting andgetting to know men, and I can't seem to hold up my end of any relationship,especially ... in ... bed ..." She actually blushed, and Katherine againstroked her head briefly. "And in the four sessions we have had together Penny, how much you paid orgiven me?" "I haven't paid you anything, mistress! You turned down my present thatone time, too." "Yes, darling Penny, we both do what we do for our pleasure andfulfillment! and now Penny, now comes pleasure time!" chanted Zarah, whoseface had taken on a slight flush. "Stand up." The girl rose smoothly to her feet, eyes still closed. "I will that you disrobe before me." The girl's hands flew immediately to her buttons, zippers and clasps, andwithin a minute stood over the small heap of her clothing. She seemedcompletely at ease in her nudity. Her pale skin showed few blemishes, just asmattering of freckles on her shoulders, and over the upper side of her smallbosom. Her body was softened in contour, and showed a small but definite bulgearound the midriff. Most people would never have displayed their nakedness soreadily in the harsh light of a strange room. "I will give you some literature about physical fitness later, Penny,"Zarah said. "You will read it, and you will soon find yourself inspired tobegin a modest program of exercise for yourself. Do you understand?" Penelope's head lowered in assent. "Good. I just love your beautiful body, my darling!" Zarah lowered hervoice, and stepped directly next to the sleeping girl. "I wish to observe all of you very intimately now You will move your feetapart and stand straight and tall for me. That's it, stepping farther apart... farther ... perfect. Now breathe slowly and deeply ten times. As youexhale you will say: 'I obey my mistress.' Each breath and repitition deepensmy control. As you feel all resistance evaporate, your two arms will becomeweightless. They will float right up into the air no matter how you try tokeep them down. They will float freely. You will love the feeling that youhave no control over them. Begin your count." A long inhalation, then Penny's voice: "I will obey my mistress ... I willobey my mistress ... I will obey ..." Zarah and her assistant moved around the girl, feasting their eyes on hermost secret places. Soon one arm, then the other, jerked, shivered, and roseup until they both hung in mid-air, drifting back and forth slightly. Thispulled up and tautened Penny's breasts somewhat. Zarah moved her face rightnext to the torso, and breathed in Penny's scent from her underarms, thenbrushed her lips with a feather-light touch along the outside of one palebreast. The girl seemed oblivious as she finished her chant and stood waiting,head drooping towards her chest now, arms in mid-air. Katherine's small face was flushed now too. She knelt, and drew her owncheek across Penny's buttocks, again and again. Her own eyes were closed, andI noticed a pursing of her pretty little mouth as she too inhaled of thesleeping girl's intimate scents. "Tell me what you feel, dear," ordered the hypnotist. "I must obey you, mistress." I watched Katherine cover a recliner chair with some towels, and Penny wasnow told to sit down. She was soon lying back. I was erect again inside mytrousers. I moved closer to the scene, but was forestalled by Zarah. "Penny, darling, open your eyes now." The blond head nodded slowly. With obvious labor, the girl blinked hereyes open. Her placid face stared up at the ceiling, with a small smile onrelaxed lips. "You will lie here, and soon you become drowsy. You will feel sodeliciously drowsy that your eyes will close, and you will soon enter a verydeep sleep, do you understand? A true sleep." "A chime will sound, and you will begin to enter a very exciting dream,all to yourself. This dream arouses you ... it's a sexy dream, a very sexydream, and it lasts and lasts. The first stage is slow, as your unconsciouswill provide you with stimulating pictures and situations. You'll be so hotand flushed! You will feel those first pleasurable flutterings of sexualarousal ... "The next chime will strengthen your dreamy sexual heat, your mind willgive you strongly arousing sensations and pictures. Your body can move only alittle now. You'll feel your ankles magically pulling apart, separating,pulling your lovely legs right apart, until the ankles are hooked, stuck tightto the outer sides of the chair. The ankles will stick tight, tight, tight. "As you feel your thighs part and lock themselves open, you will be ableto talk about your dream aloud, Penny." Another slow nod. "Beautiful, my dear, you will obey me perfectly. Finally, our last chimewill provoke your dream to its height. You will shortly feel a real touchthen, Penny. This will release your deep sexual tensions, your longing,yearning for release from the heights of excitement. Yes, of course you will,when you feel the touch ... the touch ... then at last you can drowse andsleep again, sleep deeply and restfully until I awaken you, feeling rested andrefreshed. Tell me you understand, and you will then obey." "I understand, mistress." Penny's next actions excited me still more. She blinked and squinted hereyes, yawned prodigiously, and with a sigh, turned her head to one side. Soonher body gave a sleep "jerk," and a very cute little snore began putteringthrough her nose. Her jaw fell open slightly. I studied her face and watched the eyeballs roll upwards into her headthrough her closed eyelids. I was hard as a rock, and moved very close to herface, but Zarah stopped me shortly with a finger snap. I knelt back andwatched. Kathy sounded a little bell on the desk. Soon, the eyeballs jiggled, andbegan to flicker in the REM motions of the dreamer. Penny sighed, sighedagain, and the corner of her mouth twitched. Suddenly, her lips puckered, andthe tip of her tongue protruded. Once, twice, and twice more it stuck out andretreated. It was tightly curled, and the girl sighed again, this time with alow murmur. Her cheekbones flushed, and I actually watched a mist ofperspiration form on her upper lip. The eyeballs were moving all over nowbeneath tight lids, and Penny's breathing caught and quickened. One handcurled, and made a repetitive cupping and stroking motion, half in the air. I was startled when she suddenly muttered to herself. Her knees wereturned off to one side, but their muscles twitched and a heavy, slow contortioncycle began. The knees slid along each other, back and forth. The glisteningtongue wet her mouth, which opened and delivered a long, deepening kiss ontothe air. I wished it was me! The next chime brought forth a gasp from the naked girl. I watched hertits jiggle, and her tongue make a long licking motion. Penny inhaled deeplythrough her nose, and muttered "ni-i-ice ... so ni-i-i-i.." the voicetrailed away, and with a groan, her head stiffened on its extended neck. Ilooked down. One knee was lifting, and turning outward from the other. Thesleeper's hands clutched at the armrest, and it seemed she was trying to resisther dream, but slowly, inch by inch her feet crept outwards, until her heelsdropped over the edges of the footrest. I felt myself nearing orgasm, but a sharp flick on my neck from Zarahacted like a douse of cold water on my fevered genitals. I moved my face veryclose to the twitching form, and watched the belly muscles clench and loosen. A little voice just above me made a cooing sound, and a very young Pennyspoke: "O-o-o-o, I want to lick it again, Bobby ... come up here so I canlick and suck it! Want to close my legs, but they're stuck, n-n-ngh.." I studied her thigh muscles as they clenched mightily, with the buttocks,and the knees tried to pull inwards, but of course lost the fight againstZarah's command. Again and again Penny tried to close up, and she begged"Bobby" to "please rub me there again with that thing ... that's it ... upand dowwwn ... oooh, it feels so hot!" I realized that she was undergoingsome form of vision involving a boy she knew. "Let me close, oh please, Bobby! I'm so-o-o horny! I'm very horny, Ican't get them closed, I'm so open, I'm wider open, wider, wi-ii ... " hervoice trailed off, and I breathed in great clouds of fragrance from herdistended pussy. She no longer tried to close, but her butt muscles continuedtheir unceasing clenching. They raised and lowered her beautiful slickenedflower slightly into the air, their petals protruded well past the dark blondhairs now, they were indeed an angry red color. "I'm wide, wide, wider open for you now," gasped the voice hoarsely, bringit there, tickle me with it ... a- a-h-h-h ... tha-a-a-t's so-o-o go-o-o-od ... so-o-o good! You're gonna Sli-i-i-ide it ... sli-i-i-ide it deepinside, sliding right up inside me ... ooooohhh, do it slo-o-o-owly ...that's it ... torture me ... torture ... " As she babbled on to her dream lover, I actually saw little squirts ofliquid like saliva dribble out along her pussy lips! A dark purple clitoriswas stone-hard and begging to be sucked. It demanded sucking! "I fe-e-e-el it, honey, I fe-e-e-ellll it," crooned the subject. Herinner thighs had begun a cycle of very slight vibration, like a tiny wave ofquivers. This happened again and again. The towel beneath her clenchingpelvis was dark with moisture. Her voice came again, it was almost a whimper. "I gotta come, lover ... I'm so-o-o ready! I want to come now! I can'twait, do it, do it!" I stared fixedly at Zarah, and received a gesture of approval. I pushedmy face right up in between those glistening buttock muscles. I inhaleddeeply, then flicked softly at her little button with my tongue. The reactionwas instantaneous. Something hot squirted onto my chin, and the hips frozeabove the chair, locked in an amorous rigor, a paralysis of ecstasy. Another flick, and another squirt. Penny was hoarse, gasping aloud "I'mwider and wider, wider and wider, wi-i-i-i-i-ia-a-a-a-- n-n---ngh!" The vulva spurted again, and the thighs snapped shut. Penny's suddenly-freed heels drummed on the footrest, and she drew her pelvis upward, till mymouth was directly planted on her clit. I slurped on it loudly, and felt itthrobbing, throbbing, throbbing, as she quaked in her sleep, and cried withpleasure. My dick was quivering. Zarah pulled me up and away from the girl, nowflushed but quiet again. "James, you must go home right now. I think you've seen enough fortonight. When you get into bed tonight, you will masturbate, of course? Yes,you will have to masturbate, and you'll find now that you can reach your orgasmsimply to the sound of my voice in your memory ... urging you to release yourpowerful juicy pump, just as you did at the theater. Yes, you'd better gethome and release all that burning, bursting tension. Drive safely, enjoyyourself ... and return here tomorrow night about eight." I immediately thanked Zarah for the experience. As I left the suite, Isaw Katherine lifting Penny's knees apart, and draping them over the arms ofher recliner. Oh, man, I was hard as iron again! It was about ten when I arrived home. No TV ... no toothbrush ... nomixed drink ... I just dropped my clothes on my way upstairs to my bed. I sankback naked onto the sheets, and just lay there. I found myself studying my ownorgan as it bulged up into the air. Each knob and vein stood out along theshaft. Tingles and hot vibrations washed up and down its purpling length, asit jerked and twitched before my eyes. I didn't touch it at all, but found myself "pretending" to be controlledby Zarah. Each time I heard the Voice say "clench," I let my cock tighten,then relax. I contracted my ass a few times, then gave in to all thestimulation I'd received. I was so ready, so ready to come! I was closer to the "point" ... closer... the jerking had stopped, and I stuck up into the air ... waiting ...staring at my cock and waiting ... And now I was over! I no longer had the ability to hold back. I heardZarah say clearly: "James, you feel hot lava rising up your length ... up ...up ... hold yourself back one last instant ... up it comes ... up ... up ... up... now watch closely as your cock spurts helplessly! Spurt and come!" And there it came! One pearly blob dribbled down from my opening, then alarge ropy thread of white hot liquid shot out. Drops landed on my upper armas it lay clenched at my side. They felt scalding. Another jet, then I feltmyself actually swoon as more dribbles of semen pooled onto my belly and pubichairs. My limbs shuddered but I felt I couldn't move them an inch, and I thinkI cried a little, the sensation was so powerful! My gasping soon slowed and deepened. I felt warm. I tingled. I feltZarah's influence lulling me, soothing me. My penis sank towards my belly.With each pulse, it jerked lower and lower. Aftershocks still caused me toclench myself, but as my eyes still stared at my relaxing cock, I felt themdroop. I imagined hearing the command to become drowsy, and I let myselfmurmur "Yes, Mistress," and immediately felt my eyelids swell and begin toburn. I found myself testing Zarah's control over me as I strained to holdthem open. God, how they stung! They squinted, they blinked, and now theyclosed inexorably. Sleep overtook me like a dark, comfortable tidal wave, andI gave in to it with a last blissful sigh. Mary and Alice On my return next evening, I felt no more hesitancy. I sat back in mychair at the desk, and simply announced that I was Zarah's for the taking. "May I watch you some more? I'll do whatever you say!" The woman toyed with a pencil, then met my earnest gaze. "I know you will, James," she said, calmly. "You came for me last night,didn't you?" I nodded. "Something about you excites me," came the surprising response. "I shallhave you in many ways, and you shall have me ... but not for a while, yet!Still, you may observe me, in silence, this evening." I took a chair in adimly-lit corner of the room. I was told to hold a yellow legal pad, andpretend as if I were taking notes. "Quite soon, you'll find you can drop the pretense, James," said Zarah."I shall complete my induction quickly tonight. One client is quite ripe, andthe other shall follow along soon, I trust." Soon the receptionist entered, escorting the striking redhead I'd seenlast night, and a pert, young blonde of no more than eighteen years, that wouldmake anyone's mouth water. Both had close-cropped hairdos, and they heldhands. Zarah greeted the elder as Mary and the girl was presented to her asAlice. I wasn't brought into the meeting, but was waved at by Zarah, anddescribed as her recording secretary. I was soon ignored, and gleaned from theconversation that Mary had dragged her girl friend to meet this "guru," so shecould learn some of Zarah's widsom. Alice was still inquisitive about me, butwas rather brusquely shushed by the domineering Mary. The "clients" were seated in facing chairs, with Alice placed in therecliner. The receptionist Katherine stood herself over near me. Zarah nowpoured a glass of wine for Mary, and sat down near Alice. "We'll just make some easy tests tonight, Alice," she said. "Let'smeasure your suggestibility index." The girl nodded, clearly impressed withZarah's prowess. "Take this pendulum chain in your right hand, dear. Now watch it. Watchit, and shut everything else out. Just concentrate on the sparkle and dance ofthe jewel down at the end of the chain. Keep the chain very still. Very verystill and quiet. Feel it's weight ... a pendulum has weight and mass, althoughvery light. Gravity pulls the gem and chain straight down toward the center ofthe earth. Wonderful! You are doing very well, Alice. Just keep your wholehand and arm still as ever you can. "Watch the gem ... watch it's sparkly reflection. Soon I predict thatwithout any effort at all it will begin to swing. Watch it carefully, butdon't try to move it on purpose. Watch it now as it begins swinging back andforth all by itself ... all by itself ... watch for it ... watch ... there,"Zarah observed, and indeed the crystal had begun a swing. Alice was motionlessin her chair, and I noticed that Mary was watching the swinging stone as well. "Now again, without any effort at all, we'll cause that back-and-forthmotion to become circular, the straight line of light will curve, curve moreand more, becoming an oval, than a circle, as the gem swings round and round... round and round ... round and around." The stone followed the directions,changing directions quicker and quicker, until all Zarah had to do was intone"circle," "across" and "back-and-forth," and Alice's hand would respond. Shehad fixated on it with intensity, her teeth were biting her lower lip inconcentration. She was trying to keep her hand steady, she said, and themotions of the stone were not her doing. "You see how receptive you can be ... and now, ver-r-ry gradually you willsoon notice a subtle tingle, a kind of warm tinglyness in that hand, just avery faint tingle and a warm lightness spreading through that hand and arm.Just listen to my voice now, dear, listen and lose any sense of tension as wewatch that swing together. The regular swing and sway of the line. The lineof light. It's a pleasant sensation to let the world fade away and focus downthe light path. "You'll soon notice a tendency for the swinging pathway to rise slowlyright up in the air, for that gem to swing up slowly in front of you higher andhigher, rising up ... swinging up ... there, it begins now. Remember, youexert no effort at all, the rise is automatic ... all you have to do is watchit happen. Watch the light rise and swing, swaying back ... and ... .forth ...so slowly and steadily, slo-o-o-owly and steadily ... " That special powerful silence had spread through the office. Two pairs ofeyes followed the gem as Zarah's voice grew deeper and slower, more insistent,continuing her litany, We watched as Alice' hand began lifting the chainhigher. Her eyes were round, and she seemed amazed, as if she really didn'tunderstand why the pendulum lifted. "As the light floats higher and higher in front of you, you may hear thesoft sound of deeper and deeper breathing in the room at this point ... deep,relaxed, regular breathing as you focus all your deepest attention on the light... deep, deeper and deeper attention. Hear the breathing as the chest risesand falls, the muscles relax, the body becomes attuned only to my voice and thelight ... the voice and the light ... very deeply relaxed now. The eyes lockedtighter and tighter on the light. Up it comes, up it comes. Follow it onlywith the eyes ... your head seems so heavy you find it can't move ... can'tlift that heavy, heavy head ... only the eyes ... up and up and up" Deep breathing was very loud now indeed. With a heavy sigh, Mary's headwobbled and swayed as she tried to hold it up. She was aided by thereceptionist, who quickly but quietly moved behind her, steadying her with softfingers at the temples. Mary's eyelids had long since closed. Soon, her headwas lowered gently to her chest, where it hung there, motionless. Meanwhile Alice's eyelids were fluttering rapidly with strain as her ownarm lifted the swinging pendulum ever higher towards the ceiling. Only thewhites below her pupils showed now. Her lips were parted. Her arm was wellabove her drooping head, and the gem swung around every which way, with arandom jerkiness. "Follow it up, and the lids close right now, and now you are attuned onlyto my voice and will. You will close your eyes, and quickly achieve completetrance ... there, my dear girl, you are so-o-o firmly under my command andcontrol ... a luscious, delicious feeling, to give up control completely ...feel the luscious stroking warmth of my voice and will ... it's washing overyou, you are swept away, drifting ... drifting away on a warm, sweet current,luscious and stroking and whirling ... " My prick was again rock-hard, as Zarah continued. I was rubbing it, whenI felt a hand reach around and unzip my trousers. There was heavy breathing ofanother sort in my ear, and Katherine's moist mouth almost brought me to climaxas it said into my ear: "Can you spare me a few inches of that? This is sucha turn-on, isn't it? Here, put this on, quick!" She gave a quick kiss to myerect member, and slid over it a thin condom. Her tongue brushed my ear, andthe hot breathy whisper continued. "I'm almost ready to pop right now ... I never take long when I watchZarah work ... I'll show you, see?" She stood in front of my chair, her skirthiked up around her hips, and I could see a large damp area on her dark coloredpanties. She turned her back to me, and her plump mound was clearly visiblethrough the thin material as she clenched her buttocks almost in my face. Sheleaned forward over a chair, keeping her long legs tightly together, and as Ipulled her panties down, she silently motioned me to hurry and slide my long,rigid cock right up into her. Zarah was moving to Mary now, murmuring steadily into her ear, andkneading the back of her neck. She raised a finger at us to keep silence. Thehead of my cock now slipped right between the thick labia, into the dark,slippery tunnel, which immediately started clenching and churning around myshaft. I drew fluttery fingertips up the rear of Kathy's legs, right up fromthe back of her knees towards her damp cleft, again and again, swirled themaround lightly a bit to tickle her rear end, which caused it to twitch like ahorse's flank. One hand braced herself forward, while the other worked in front. Icouldn't see it, but I felt her rubbing and tickling herself as I slid backwardand forwards. I saw her nod frantically at me over her shoulder, and I pulledout almost all the way, then spread her cheeks apart and gave one slow deepfinal stroke, which triggered us both. Her head lowered onto the desk as shestuffed a forearm into her mouth. I felt her stiff cunt hairs scratch my ballsas they drew in tight at my climax. I bucked and pumped hot liquid into thelatex sheath. Our muffled gasping earned us a wry smile from Zarah. "I hope you have stamina, James, the night's not over yet," said thehypnotist, as Katherine left the office to clean up, kindly returning with hotwashcloth and towel for me as well. I washed my overheated face after sharingseveral exciting kisses from the willing lips of the receptionist, and justshook my head at the amazing experiences I was having. "You may feel a little dizzy now, Alice, and we will help you lie back,sink back in your trance now ... sink back ... " as Zarah raised the swayinggirl from her chair, and laid her back in her recliner. As she knelt next tothe blonde, Katherine beckoned me outside into the night air. I went outside,and she favored me with more luscious smooches, drawing my hand up under herskirt, where I encountered her thick labia, still quite damp and slippery. Sheraised one foot onto the low wall, and had me stroke and tickle her littleclitoris as we whispered together. "Oooh, James!" she breathed, "I LIKED that experience!" Another seriesof kisses. "I've never had a man while watching a trance! You know, I've beenwith Zarah for three years now, and she mostly works with women here in theoffice ... I get so hot ..." and she wriggled herself around my probing handsome more. I let a couple fingers slide up inside her, and twiddled themaround, while still sliding my thumb lightly over her nubbin. "You know, I got very horny yesterday when you first came over! You'resexy looking, but you are vulnerable, and I don't go for the super-stud typesat all! And when I watched you slip under her spell ... well, I hope you andZarah get on well, that's all. Ooh, do that a little harder, please!" Shegave a dainty, quiet shudder as her butt clenched around my hand. Her headrested on my shoulder, then with sparkling eyes, she led me back inside. Zarah motioned for Katherine to withdraw a bit, and beckoned me over toher two subjects. They were both topless now, and were standing, face-to-face,gazing into each others' eyes. Mary's pale bosom was picture-perfect in formand color, her redhead's skin almost translucent, and the pale pink nipples nowjutted forth as Alice's fingers circled lightly around and around the aureoles.Mary's fingers were performing similar figures on the fleshy but youthful titsjutting out proudly from Alice's chest. The two women swayed slightly on stifflegs, but kept upright. Their mutual gaze never wavered, even as Zarah ran anintimate hand over both their asses, and whispered in their ears. Shortly the two had shucked their lower garments and, still facing closetogether, resumed manipulating each other's bosoms in that oh-so-light circularmotion. Zarah motioned me closer, and indicated I was to have the pleasure ofremoving two pairs of panties from two luscious asses. As my fingers workedthe underwear down their legs, I felt their butt muscles subtly squeezing andrelaxing in a slow cycle. My hands roamed over those tight curves, and Isuddenly felt envious of Zarah's control! I wanted to assert dominance myself! I moved right up between the two faces, and scrutinized them closely.Mary's green eyes had now reacquired their glaze, and, very infrequently, shewould slowly blink. Alice's eyelids were in sync! She would let her eyesclose and reopen at the same time! Zarah's hand pulled me reluctantly back as I was imagining being in totalcontrol of a woman like Mary ... of having her gaze helplessly at me while sheached to do my bidding! Zarah read my mind. "Wait and learn, James," was all she said. She placed a cushion atAlice's feet. Her hands touching their necks, Zarah pressed downwards. She whispered"You may kneel now," and the pair sank down, still lost in each other's eyes. "Wonderful, Alice!" she droned, "Mary, you are a splendid girl! Now youmay take an eternity to explore this relationship. I will that you take yourintense pleasure together. You are passion's mirror. Passion's Mirror.Continue your light stroking now." The fingers circled, circled, circled. The buttocks squeezed tighter, andrelaxed. The fingers reached the nipples and paused. Their breathing caughtand their pelvises began a slow dance, inward, outward. After another coupleof blinks, the eyelids stayed closed. Zarah moved in again. Her hands restedon the buttocks, and supported their slow inward thrusts. "Wonderful, you are now surrendering to the touch. I will allow you tosee as well. You may watch your bodies as your eyes open again. Open. Openthem now. Look down at your thrilling bodies." The pillow had raised the shorter girl enough that her torso was at anequivalent height. One woman pinched lightly on her partner's pink fruits, andthe other instantly copied. Breathing was louder in the room now. Fingerswandered down, down, down, until they were clasping each other's rears. Iwatched as the grasps tightened harder and more insistently. The musclesresponded more quickly, bringing the two pubic muffs closer with eachcontortion. Their breasts pressed into one another. A tongue suddenly pointed out from between Alice's lips, and Mary returnedthe favor. Their eyes re-locked. Their faces moved into position, and theirmouths parted. They kissed. And kissed. And kissed. "I love you, my darlings," cooed Zarah in a husky voice. "You may risenow, and lie in my bed. It is time for love. You are alone, and I release youinto the air ... you are free to fly." They rose, they swayed into the bedroom. The door closed. Shortly therecame soft muffled cries. Now and again a harsher more demanding call. Nowsilence, which stretched out into our room. The wonder of this quiet revelation had helped me lose my own self-important fantasies, and I had settled back on a sofa, thinking nothing,wishing nothing, almost in a doze just caught up in the drama of that love. I turned my head, to find Katherine kneeling beside me. She made ashushing gesture, and I saw, over her shoulder, a startling sight. Zarah wasstanding where she had been earlier, staring blindly at the bedroom door. Herface was shiny with tears, which seemed to pour over her cheeks. "Alone...I'm so fucking alone ... nobody ..." I heard the soft brokenvoice, over and over. "Zarah, we love you!" Katherine hurried over and drew her into anembrace. "I love you so much, but beyond that, you are such an artist! Youpaint pictures of fulfillment, and even the actors are real! Look!" and shepulled Zarah over to my couch. "Look, James understands! Look at hisface...look, dammit, not at his cock! his face!" Zarah turned her dampened cheeks to meet my gaze. I was not intimidated.I was not humble. I was not challenging. I was still feeling the beauty ofthe moment, and met her gaze, open, clear and clean. I sat upright, and openedmy arms to her. I felt her whole body for the first time. It was slight,angular, and radiated tremendous heat. I drew her down beside me, and felt hercry.

Zarah - part III - Threesome

I was too far under Zarah's influence to put up a quarrel when I wasasked to leave.

"I won't forget you, James," said Zarah, "and we'll have moreadventures soon, I promise!"

I drove home.

Two or three weeks passed, and strangely the excitement of those"sessions" faded more quickly than I thought it would. I had left the twowomen alone, there in their darkened office, and gone back to my workadayworld. I seemed to put my recent wrenching changes on a back shelf, almostto forget about them, they were too strong and bewildering. I didn't callBrenda. I didn't even masturbate for several days, although I noticed mysheets were stained and stiff on several mornings. I must be having wetdreams, like I had when I was a teenager!

Next week, I received a call from Brenda. She let it slip that MadameMesmre was visiting her apartment occasionally, for "privateconsultations!"

The following Wednesday evening found me at Brenda's apartment door.Madame herself let me in! It was as if we had never been apart, the rush ofthat personality washed over me immediately.

"Where's Brenda? Are you her roommate now?" I asked, letting myjealousy slip through.

"If we are to share this intimate space, James," Zarah respondedsternly, "we must be honest and tolerant with each other. If you wish, Ican show you something of my private practice this evening."

Zarah turned and walked right up to me. She took my hands in hers. Ifelt instantly drawn to her gaze, frozen in place, and I rapidly lost allawareness, as I felt drawn, pulled right into and through her huge eyes,into a vast, humming comforting darkness.

"Come back up now, James ... " I heard, at first faintly, thenstronger, as I swam up to the surface of consciousness again. It was onlylater that I was able to remember that I had indeed been hypnotized at all!I smiled at Zarah, and said something inane like "Long time no see!" Shechuckled to herself.

"I've designed a little erotic play this evening," she continued."It's fairly complex, but you all haveproved to be such good subjects, I canconfidently guarantee you all a most enlightening few hours. I'm sure thatas the lone male in my scenario, you'll hold your end up."

I followed her gaze down to my lap. I nearly jumped off my chair! Mytrousers were open, and I was sporting a large, firm hard-on, right out inthe open! Why hadn't I noticed? I cried aloud in surprise, and doubledover in embarrassment.

Her hand reached out and touched my forehead. Instantly I felt myselfcalming. The adrenalin rush subsided, and I even leaned back on the sofa!My dick poked right up between us, but I paid it no more attention.

"You'll find that you have some surprising abilities for a littlewhile," Zarah chuckled, and reached forward to slide a soft hand right up myerection, which twitched at her touch.

"Now you soften again, for a while! Get dressed ... quickly, now,James!" I was soon clothed again, my cock tucked securely back in its nest.

"You've brought a bottle or two of wine," she went on, pointing to thecoffee table, on which indeed sat two bottles of expensive red wine. Had Ibrought them? I didn't even try to sort it out, just listened to thatluscious voice.

"... and don't initiate any sexual activity at all tonight. Just letit happen!" She left the apartment after calling out, "Girls, James hasarrived!" With a last glance at me, she was gone.

Brenda emerged from the back room, along with Lily!Brenda's eyessparkled. Her face was made up nicely, and she was dressed in a short one-piece knit thing that clung appealingly to her hips. Lily came out, rathershyly. Her immaculate business suit was perfectly arranged. We were"introduced," and I realized she had no memories of ever having seen mebefore.

We were soon seated in the living room, where we sat around chattingidly. No one even mentioned Zarah's name!

As we sipped our wine, first one bottle, then the other, the womenbegan a subtle interplay that I only gradually intercepted. They snatchedprivate glances at each other. When Lily would laugh, she often reachedover and touched Brenda on shoulder or knee. Both faces became flushed asthe joking got more risqu. I was miffed that I was excluded from thissomewhat, and was actually entertaining notions of departure, when the dramasuddenly began to unfold.

It began with an "accident." Brenda bumped my wine glass, sending thecontents onto the carpet below my feet. She apologized and knelt by thesofa with a couple of napkins. In the middle of blotting the spill, hertalk stopped, and her body froze in position for a good five seconds.

"Brenda?" asked Lily. "Anything wrong? Did you cut yourself?"

The answer was hesitant and soft: "I thought I smelled something ... Ifelt dizzy for a second." She bent to resume her cleaning, and very shortlyjerked upright. Her nostrils sniffed about like a rabbit's, and her eyeswere very wide. I saw her swallow as she excused herself and headed to thekitchen. "I feel strange," she mumbled. Lily tossed me the napkins tofinish cleaning, and hurried after her.

I was dabbling at the spill when Lily returned.

"She's making coffee ... here, let me get that, you're just making itworse!" she exclaimed. As she bent over again, her head jerked up, and sheopened those large eyes wide at me.

"Are you wearing some after-shave or cologne?" Lily asked in a smallvoice. "There's such an interesting odor ... " she sniffed around towardsme again.

''I don't use any smelly stuff at all," I said, feigning innocence. Isuddenly remembered Zarah's preocupation with scents. "Maybe it's somethingon the carpet." I sat back down to await developments.

"No, no, it's just that ... I don't know ... it's very interesting ...I can't quite place it ... "Brenda returned, without coffee, to find Lily,in her elegant suit, crawling around the sofa, sniffing like a bloodhound.

"Check out right under the edge. And I'm afraid Jim's trousers willneed dry cleaning," Lily said, in a throaty voice. They ignored me again,whispering together. I know I heard one or two giggles!

Brenda bent down to me now; pretending to examine my pants leg, shebreathed in languidly, and remained doubled over for a moment, then sigheddeeply.

"Bring him a robe, Lily, and I'll do his ... things ... " she said in alow voice to her friend. I said nothing, but waited to see which way thingswere going to go. Lily returned with a heavy terrycloth robe, and I sawthat she had removed her jacket, and several undone blouse buttons nowpresented a pronounced cleavage, along with a ruby pendant on a bright goldchain that clung to the upper slopes of a full bosom.

"Just look at this stone that Madame Mesmre gave me!" she chirped."I use it for pendulum practice mostly, but it's a great piece of junkjewelry, too!" And she swiveled her torso back and forth, causing the rubyto ping-pong around between her breasts. She danced to some imaginarybouncy beat.

Now I'm usually not attracted to large tits, but Lily was certainly notashamed of them!

"That's a great effect, there, Lily!" I said heartily. The large redstone bounced seductively around in her cleft as she wriggled. I didn'twant to stare too blatantly, but I could see she didn't mind a bit! Sheactually moved closer to my sofa. She bent forward, right over my shoulder,and turned on a table lamp.

When she straightened, the effect was quite startling. There seemednow to be a red after-image - like a comet's trail painted on Lily's whiteskin as the ruby moved over it!

I was trying to figure how the lamplight could cause that effect, whenI became aware that it was getting stronger by the moment ... the comettrail persisted longer and longer in my vision ...

It's obvious now that I was responding to some prior suggestion, but atthe time I could only blink at the brilliant gem, trying to understand ...what was I trying to figure out? I couldn't remember ... I decided that itwas too tiring to think, and I should just watch very carefully, and enjoy... Lily bent forward into the light again, and the ruby now hung morefreely, dangling ... shimmering ... sparkling ... deep and red ... Everymotion was so fascinating ... so very compelling ...

Brenda had apparently risen from my side ... when had that happened?She stood next to Lily and whispered very low. "He's really focused, isn'the? Look at his eyes! Wiggle it some more ...

''Do you think he's hooked like Zarah said?" asked Lily.

I could hear every word, but found myself unwilling (or unable!) tomove my eyes even a millimeter from that glowing track with the bright redstar twinkling at its head.

"I'll try his hands and see," Brenda answered.

As if it were someone else, I felt my hands being lifted up and laidalong the back of the sofa. My arms sank deep into the upholstery - theyweighed a ton - more than a ton each! They couldn't be my arms, could they?I tried feebly to move them, but they might as well have been encased insolid concrete.

Lily stood up straight and and watched me. I knew what was happening,but had no desire to alter anything. As far as my eyes were concerned, herred stone was the center of my universe. My eyes followed it upward, thoughmy head seemed suddenly as heavy as my arms.

"He's gone for sure, honey," cooed Brenda to Lily, "Is he watching thestone or your boobies?''

"Do you like what you see so far, James?" asked Lily, and to Brenda:"Seeing him this way, you know? I mean, what a hunk, and I can do anything,Zarah said! And it's safe, he won't remember a thing tomorrow! James ...Jimmy, do you like what you see, hmmm?"

My throat felt so tight, I knew I couldn't speak, and I think I triedto nod as best I could my heavy, heavy head.

Lily's fingers seemed to drift over her blouse, and it was completelyunbuttoned. She pulled it slowly back, whispering to Brenda, "I've neverdone a strip before ... for a man, anyway! I feel so ... safe! Men canhurt you, they're powerful in all the wrong ways, but James is ... different... and he smells so fuckin' great!" She sighed in satisfaction and herimpressive mammaries were now turned back and forth shamelessly before me.

"He's still watching that ruby ... I want him to look at me!"

Brenda moved behind her friend and unclasped the chain. She dangledthe gem briefly right in front of my nose ... this made my eyes cross. Theyboth giggled, then Brenda slowly lifted the gem back towards Lily's torso.

Deliberately, she dangled it first over one breast, then the other.She let it hover and circle, bumping and sliding over that delicious whiteskin as she caused it to circle. A glowing ruby line seemed painted acrossall the contours of that glorious bosom. The stone rose, until it restedfor a long moment right between Lily's eyes. They were hot, and staredraptly back into my own. The ruby descended. My eyes were locked in likeradar, but I was very aware of those deep curves.

"Ooo, that feels great, Brenda!" she breathed. "just look at him!Talk about your burning gaze!"

She took hold of the chain herself and continued its slow excursions.Brenda now reached around and began a fondling Lily with her fingertips.She stroked outwards, over and over each breast, and soon I was intentlywatching the ruby as it moved over a pair of rock-hard nipples, each in itsown setting: a deeply puckered aureole on a soft pink pillow.

Brenda's hands would lift each breast upwards, just a little, and allowit to bounce gently back down to rest. The breasts were large, but roundand quite firm as they swelled out towards me. Lily began panting now underBrenda's knowing ministrations, her eyes closed, she slid the soft goldchain lightly, right along her nips.

The women soon decided to "fool around" with me some more, and Lily gotthings rolling.

"James ... let us help you with those messy trousers ... you needn'tget up," she giggled, "just slide forward a little more ... that's it, lamb... Ooo, do your shoulders hurt? You can't move them at all? Come on,Brenda, slide his pants off, what's the matter?"

Brenda had laid her head along my thigh, her eyes closed as my scentovertook her once again as she loosened my belt and slid my pants down asfar as my knees.

The stone was forgotten momentarily while Lily reached down to pullBrenda away. The girl remained on hands and knees, overcome, as Lilyfinished undressing me, and then she buried her own face in the crotch of mytrousers!

"Whoo! I see what you mean," said Lily. "It's like a drug orsomething ... I want more, too!"

"Look at me, I'm shaking, my pussy's gotten really wet, look!" urgedBrenda. Her hands hiked up the short dress, and quickly pulled off a pairof damp pantyhose. She lingered a little, touching fingertips to her pubes,and shivered again.

Lily seized her hand, and sensuously licked and sucked on Brenda'sdampened fingers. "They smell lovely too, babe!" They embraced, andwhispered some more. They turned to me again, and my head jerked likePavlov's dog toward the ruby.

"James," cooed Lily, "Just lie back on the sofa now, I've got an ideafor those strong arms of yours! Take the other one, Brenda."

My hands were lowered to my sides, and I was sat forward slightly whilethey were pinned right under my buttocks. My legs were stretched out on afootstool.

Along each thigh, a woman now sat curled up on the carpet. Brenda layher head along one thigh again, and her fingers began brushing the front ofmy underpants. Lily was drawing her bosoms along my other leg, toying withher pendant. She pulled the bauble over my briefs, and I suddenly felt andsaw a surge under the pants. She seized on my reaction.

"I've got a great idea!" she breathed. Her voice was higher now, moregirlish. Her hands began working my briefs down, and soon my genitals wereon display.

Lily bent over my cock and inhaled some more, then lifted its semi-firmlength into the air with thumb and forefinger. I know she felt my surgethis time!Delicately, she draped her chain loosely around my penis, and thestone was positioned near the top of the glans. My body immediately began aresponse, and I watched the stone as my erection grew and grew. Lily had toloosen the chain once, as my thickness filled the loops too tightly. Shewhispered right into my earhole as her fingers toyed and fiddled with oneend of the chain.

Believe it or not, my dick went through its paces like a trained seal!I watched it slowly and steadily become fuller and tighter, then after amoment the shaft would drop back towards my belly. This felt amazing! Ifelt no urge to come, but the spectacle of my private parts being moved bycommand quickly made me very aroused indeed. My palms cupped tightlyunderneath my ass.

Soon very soft lips began a dry, feathery flutter up and down my shaft.Brenda would mouth very lightly around the head of my cock, then back off,and flutter in again along one of the veins. Occasionally she would justrun the side of her nose along my length, stopping to bury herself in mypubic hair.

Lily had gotten completely disrobed by this time. Her chain was nowworn like a belt over the hips, and the stone gleamed out from the thatch ofher pubic triangle. She was undulating right at my side, where I could lookright up her twat as it circled and writhed. She was humming to herself.She dropped down beside me to watch Brenda work. My legs were parted, andmy cock was now sticking way, way up into the air.

What a scene! Brenda concentrated on my bursting bulb, and Lily puther face right between my buttocks, and with her nose right up to my ballssucked in the smell. She'd then stand up above me and wriggle around somemore. Her inner labia were now poking outwards like a flower, and I couldactually see a little way up into her vagina! Her hips made the mostblatant humping motions I'd ever seen. She hummed and muttered to herselfas she felt her sexual heat deepen.

She straddled one of my outstretched legs, still circling, circling herhips, her back now towards me.

Brenda looked up briefly and said: "Lily .. Lily ... I want to smellboth of you! Come on, Lily, pleeeease! I've got to smell your hot, wetcunt ... push it back, honey, push it here!"

Lily obediently squatted down just enough for her cunt to touch my leg.Bracing herself with hands on my shin, she rubbed her swollen genitalssoftly, up and down my thigh ... her hot dampness spread over my upper leglike butter. Brenda reached up now and manipulated Lily's whole rear endwith skilled fingers, rubbing, tickling, pinching lightly, dipping into thegaping hole, poking around the anus, and so on. She licked my leg,following the glistening trail as if she were starving!

She seized on Lily's chain, and pulled her buttocks backwards towardsher mouth. She began to tongue up and down Lily's protruding labia right infront of my eyes!

"Can I pull your beautiful wet sex over Jimmy's dick now, honey?"begged Brenda. "I want to smell and taste you both now!"

Lily's pumping hips continued to push backwards and forwards in mid-air. I dimly heard her murmuring things like: "Yess-s-s ohhh yess ...feels so good ... feels soooo hot ... sooo hot ... " Brenda grasped the baseof my cock, and positioned it right under Lily's cunt lips. She tuggedlightly down on the chain, and slowly, slowly, my dry, hot bulb wasenveloped by a clinging molten dampness that almost caused me to faint withpleasure.

"Oooo, Lil-l-ly," crooned Brenda. "I wish you could see your plumpcheeks, and your hot, hot lips sli-i-i-iding down! I bet it feels great!"

She now took Lily's cheeks in both hands and swirled her palms aroundand around the fleshy curves. She lifted the buttocks up again, spreadingthem wide apart ever so slowly, and my glistening knob now popped itselfout, only to be instantly licked round and round by Brenda's willing mouth.She was gasping with pleasure, and dipped Lily down onto my organ onceagain. This time, she let her friend slide a little further down my shaft,but again pushed Lily's ass back up into the air. Each time this happened,Lily returned automatically to her "air-fucking" motions.

Brenda now forced my erection to point downwards a little. This madeall its contours stand out even more. I was at a very exciting point bythis time. I was feeling all that pre-climax tension and flaring heat allalong my cock, and it was lasting and lasting!

"Lily ... Jim's cock is so rigid now, you have to see this ... it'slike a dildo, his veins are hard and lumpy ... his heavy, heavy balls arepumping out perfume ... take a final dose now, before you sink him insideyou you ... come on, turn around and smell him now! Smell it! Hurry!"

Lily dismounted and turned her body around to face me. Her headdrooped heavily, to gaze down at my enormous dick, and slowly her face camelower and lower. Her swollen breasts brushed along my knee, then her hairslid over me as she too tasted her own secretions glistening on my pole,then lower and lower, till her nose was pressed up right underneath my nuts.

Eyes tightly closed , Lily straightened back up after a fewintoxicating lungfuls. Her nipples now poked out and upward from her bosom,she was so turned on! One foot stepped up beside my shoulder on thecushion, and Lily lowered herself very slowly onto me, babbling:

"God, I can feeelll every little bump ... I sliiiide it in further ...sliiiiding ... sliiiiii ... further ... more and ... more ... it's deeper... it's deeeeeeper inside me ... Oh-h-h-h! Brenda!" she almost sobbed,"I'm want to come now ... tickle my nipples ... my sweet hard nips, I feelmy cunt flowing juicy sweet I can't hold back ... I want to come and comelike a volcano! ... it's al-l-l the way up inside me now ... nnngh ...ooooh, I feel his hairs, they're right against my clit ... tickling ...nnnngh ... flowing ... slipping ... I'm going ... nnnnngh ... I'm going ...hurry!"

Her vagina was already beginning its tiny clutches on my erection asBrenda licked one nipple, and flicked the other, quite sharply, with afingertip. Lily instantly shook like she had malaria, and her body sat downhard on my pelvis. Her feet lifted off the floor, and hooked under myshoulders to keep her balanced. I bore her whole weight as her knees liftedwide apart. I could see and feel my belly dampen, as a sudden wash ofpungent liquid flowed down out of her. She sobbed loudly with emotion. Herbody clenched up, relaxed, clenched again, and her head lifted up, then fellforward again. Her magnificent breasts vibrated like jello with their rapidquivering.

Brenda had her face right against our mashed pelvises, and now asLily's weight crushed me, she muttered "Get off! Get off!" and pulled Lilyup and off of me, leaving my dick glistening, fiery red and still hard,poking straight up. Brenda slurped my entire pole into her mouth, I feltreleased now from all control, and my buttocks clenching in my palms, Ireleased my semen onto her rolling tongue in burning spurts.

I guess I passed out from the pleasure. The rest of that evening waspassed in a thick haze of exhaustion, as somehow I recovered enough to dressand taxi myself home. I left Brenda's apartment with confused images of thetwo women lapping and kissing each other's pussies, but I remember clearlythe amorous embraces I received from both of them just before I stumbleddownstairs. The cabbie sniffed the sex-laden air as I entered, shook hishead and muttered to himself in some foreign tongue. I was so tired, I tooknext day off from work, dozing (and rehashing the improbable events of lastnight) in a pleasant haze. I ate like an starving animal and jogged some ofit back off over the next few days.

Zarah - part IV - In the Garden

One morning about a week later my bedside phone rang, very early. I wasgroggy, and I didn't recognize the sunny voice at first. "James, how are you? Forgive me for bothering you so early, but somethinginteresting has come up." "mmmmphh..." "James, don't you recognize my voice? This is Katherine _______, fromZarah Bradford's office." That got my adrenaline moving! Kathy had been so much fun, and yet, sosudden and unusual...but who was I to talk about strange sex? "Wow, Kathy, yeah! Hi! What's up?" The old master conversationalist wasreally in high gear now! "You're remembering the office, aren't you?" she continued, more subduedall at once. "Zarah told me she had worked on you after that...I guess you hada good time...Zarah and I...share a lot of things, I suppose you might say." "Yeah...Kathy, listen, my life has changed so much recently, you know?All this is real new to me, and real strange. I haven't been able to think tooclearly..." "And you don't really want to yet? I know, James, I understand. Well,maybe we'll see each other soon! Zarah will be - presiding - over a gardenparty this evening, and she especially wants you to come. I'll be there, andseveral others! It's tonight at nine. She asked me to see if you wereinterested." I hesitated, events having taken on a speed I could in no way deal with.Kathy took silence for assent. She named an address in a fashionable suburb,and said, "See you there!" She hung up. I thought about Kathy some more. I hadn't really gotten to know her atall, except for the mutual response to Zarah. The memory turned me on, and Iended up late for work! Luckily, I'm on good terms with the boss. Nobody saidanything about it at the office. I kind of kept to myself in those days. I think I avoided my feelings throughout that day, but couldn't helprecollecting recent "special" events. I spent more time adjusting therecurring lumpiness in my pants than looking at maps. Luckily, no one's lifewas at stake in a city-planner's office ... some day though, someone might finda playground oddly located in some septic drainage area! The day passed, and I stayed late at the office. The time drew near forme to go, and yet I found I was reluctant to turn off the lights and leave! Iwasn't doing any work, I was, in fact, feeling myIt was now past time to leavefor the "garden party" and I was deciding I had "unfortunately" been "held upat the office," when my desk phone rang. "Hello, James, this is Zarah. We're looking forward to seeing youtonight. Please come right over ... you know I can't wait to see you ...please come over right now, yes?" "... I ... think I forgot the address ... " "You remember the address quite well, I think. Tell me the address, it'sright there on the tip of your tongue, come on, tell me now!" "...7116 Tremaine Drive!" I blurted out. "Correct, James, you are very good. Don't worry too much now, just driveon out here soon. I'll see you soon. Drive carefully, and you can see mequite soon...soon, James ..." The line went dead. I packed up. I got down to the car. I left the city. My car droveitself over bridges, through industrial belt, into fashionable suburbs, downtree-lined streets, into a long circular driveway. A short, muscular AfroAmerican woman dressed in a dance leotard answeredthe door, and ushered me through several hallways to a small gymnasiumoverlooking an illuminated garden. I followed her inside. There were exercises going on. It looked like Tai Chi, led by a smallishFilipino man in a white karate suit. He was demonstrating the slow movementsto a group of folks scattered around the room. None of them stopped to greetme ... even Brenda ignored me, absorbed in her routine. Besides Miss Bodybuilder, there were my friend Brenda, Katherine, andanother woman, who flashed me a quick glance. This jogged my memory, and Iremembered the redhead from Zarah's office who had . This was our hostess, whoturned out to be a recently divorced socialite named Rebeccah. Also present were a slender African-American man and Zarah, who weresitting together along one wall on a padded bench. I walked over to the pair,and was greeted warmly by Zarah, who gazed at me for a few seconds, and spoke: "James, I just knew you wouldn't be able to resist a little mystery andexcitement!" Gesturing at her neighbor, she continued: "I've been reinforcing Samuel here, so he's not being impolite, he justdoesn't know anyone else is in the room, do you Samuel?" The black man was not examining his fingernails as I had thought, but waswatching his own diamond finger ring! He made a little murmur, and his headbobbed from side to side. Zarah raised his hand up, and his gaze followed. "Samuel, please come back to us now ... come back and join the others." He rose and went over to the exercise floor. He went through the motions,but in a rather dreamlike manner. "Samuel's new to my little circle, but he's so gorgeous, and he respondedso quickly at my matinee performance I decided to chance on him this evening,"Zarah explained. "There's really no worry - I'm seldom wrong in sizing up mysubjects - but the slight risk makes the result that much more satisfying."She turned her searchlight gaze directly on me. "Now you, James! You are indeed a happy accident if you choose torespond, and if you don't...but I think I know you well enough! You're fit andcute, but shy, and more unsure of yourself than you like to let on. I knowthere's a lot of voyeur in you, and something about the power of dominance hassnared your hidden self, maybe more than you know. Or maybe it's thesubmission part?" I realized that this was a shrewd judge of character, and I felt as if Ireally had few inner secrets that she could not discern, given time. I wasagain kept off-balance. Her gaze was direct, knowing, unavoidable. I tried tosummon up a witty or challenging retort, but her voice kept on, askingquestions for which she didn't wait for answers! "Now for this evening," Zarah said, decisively. "I will very shortlyplace you under my control again, in fact --" as I started with a catch in mybreathing "--your trance has begun already, hasn't it? You hurried right overto me after my phone call, didn't you? If you object, just say so now, beforeyour trance state is complete, and you may leave." Her piercing glance acknowledged what we both knew already. I was hooked.I gulped and said nothing. Her hand caught mine, and I was led over towardsthe others. Exercises over, the party moved outside into the garden area. Low lampsand a few torches gave the area a mysterious warmth and intimacy. There was acentral lawn with low benches scattered about. Zarah now took "center-stage." Her gaze pinned me, and I again felt suddenly warm, and my head buzzed."James, you are the newest to our circle, and I know you haven't had much timeto settle in ... why you haven't even changed clothes yet, have you? Phylliswill get you a very comfortable robe, and you will of course need to use thelavatory ... I know how full a bladder can feel when you are holding it in forhours ..." Damn, I thought, I did have to pee! I looked around for a washroom door,but her voice summoned me again. I was feeling some discomfort as I hobbledover next to her, she turned me around so I faced the others and continued: "Here now, James, you've had no relief ... no relief at all ... you mightfeel embarrassed about your need to pass water, but I can assure you that myinfluence will remove all your hesitancy. Look down here, dear, at this tiledarea, see it? You're in luck, James, you're standing right over Rebeccah'slittle drain spot, where the floor is protected from trickles of water..." By now I was pressing my knees tighter together, and my face felt hot,from a blush, I guess, or the instant realization that I was under her spellagain. "Yes, James, right here in the garden! Those tickly trickles and suddenspurts and glorious gushers of hot, hot water as you feel unable to hold backmuch longer ... oh, yes, James, you can lower your pants, go on, drop thosetrousers right down, let them fall, just dropping right to the floor ... nowstep forward and display yourself." My hands fumbled along awkwardly with belt and zipper - I was toouncomfortable to remember to be embarrassed! It was all happening so quickly,and my head was buzzing and fluffy-feeling again... "Yes, dear, I know ... it's so painful to hold back ... oooh, just look athis beautiful hose, everyone!" Her hands had pulled my two hands together behind my back. They grippedme tightly. I was now naked below my shirttail. I shifted back and forthbetween my two feet, trying to hold back the piss. I felt as if I'd downedfour or five beers about a half hour before! "Such a fine, long hose, and it's ready to spurt and splash and gush hotliquid ... feel it now James, breaking through all your control, one littlespurt ... ooh, did you all see that ... he's dribbling right down his leg ...that's it James, the pressure builds and builds...up your tube...up to the tip,up past the tip...you're dribbling, now you're sprinkling ... it feels so-o-oogood to let go ... to release ... there it comes, James ... piss, James!Pissssssssssss..." God, I had no shame ... I know I was just so happy to be free to relievemyself ... my first release splattered onto the tiles, as I moaned withpleasure ... even when the last small trickles were dribbling down my leg ontomy feet, I felt only gratification, not shame. At once, my mind seemed to understand and accept that I could be caused todo anything, and feel pleasure at my surrender! "James ... tell us all now, how do you enjoy my gift? How will yourespond to me?" ''I want to obey you," I heard myself say in a low voice, and the other"guests" actually applauded! My knees felt suddenly weak, and I was helped to one side of the garden toremove the rest of my clothing. Kathy gave me some towels, and helped me intoa thin robe. She gave me a quick pat and a light squeeze to my ass, as shewhispered that I should hang up my clothing over a bench so it wouldn't rumpletoo badly. me back to join the group. I noticed Brenda chuckling, as shepantomimed my little water show to the Filipino. He was staring at me, and Inoticed a small damp spot on the front of his pajamas! "Elizabeth, join me here, won't you?" The AfroAmerican bodybuilder smiled and approached Zarah. She was told topress her palms together tightly. The induction took very little time ... the athlete very shortly foundherself unable to part her hands, which seemed glued together. Her straincaused very interesting things to happen to her pectoral muscles. Then Zarahtook a step closer. She pinned the woman with those amazing eyes. "Elizabeth, why are you so surprised? I'll get James to help you loosenthem right now. You'll find that HE can part your hands easily." I took mycue, stepped up in front of the woman, and gently held her wrists. I felt thestraining muscles locked against themselves, and doubted my strength, but as Itugged, I felt them part smoothly. "We'll need James' help again, Beth, so he'll just sit down next to you."As Zarah moved even closer, I sat down on a bench near Beth's side. I wasabout head high to a trim waist, and those marvelous butt muscles. Beth's asswas anything but ordinary, though. Each hardened cheek was separate from theother, and there was that exciting space between the thighs that let the lightshine right through, even when her legs were together. A light film of sweatfrom her exertions made her skin glisten. "Beth, honey, I see you're all in a sweat, and I'm sure you'd be much morecomfortable if you removed that itchy leotard ... can't you feel the littleitches, and the chafing? You'll feel so-o-o much better when the itching isgone. Feel that irritation? My goodness, your legs are twitching, aren'tthey? Feel the itch, it's getting intolerable...it'll go away when you arecompletely nude." Oh God, that gorgeous butt was wriggling, first one cheek clenching, andthen the other. The girl was tearing at her clothing, and was soon naked at myside. She wriggled in pleasure, and sighed deeply. "That's so-o-o-o much better, isn't it Beth? Now you are fully andcompletely at ease, dear ... just let yourself go ...that's right. Feels so-o-o-o good ... and you're all the way under now." I didn't need to look down at my robe. There was a light caress of coolair over my cock, now at respectful attention as it poked out. The hypnotist ordered the girl over to a short padded bench, and hernakedness was soon stretched out, with her arms at her sides. Her hips restedat the end of the bench, and her feet rested flat on the ground. Zarah bade usall come gather round. The other guests looked as hungrily as I did at the woman. Even relaxed,her musculature defined almost every inch of her flesh, except her breaststhemselves. They maintained their shape without flattening much. In thetorchlight, there was a hint of a dark purple coloring to the nipples, and Ifeasted my eyes on her electric bushiness. So did Zarah, but her easy voice ofcommand continued in a pleasant stream as she sat cross-legged on the ground,at Elizabeth's head. Her hands cradled and stroked the bodybuilder's face andneck lovingly. "Now these muscles are strong, powerful things, but you know howeverything is controlled by the mind. And I control this mind now. "Remember our earlier instruction, Elizabeth. Remember your cue forabsolute surrender. Tell us your signal for absolute surrender.'' "...The magic spiral ... round and round... spiral ... roundandround,"came a low murmur. Zarah leant forward, and her hands began a circular passagearound and around those firm boobies. These swelled and arched upwards towardthe fingertips, which moved in slow even circles, ever inwards, til an indexfinger rested lightly on each nipple. The girl's mouth was open, and her backwas slightly arched to maintain the contact. The nipples were now erect, and adark purplish-brown. "Sexual tension and release ... deep sexual tension and then gloriousrelease ... " droned the voice. Let us watch as Elizabeth undergoes, under mycontrol, an intense erotic experience. Listen to me now, dear," she commanded,as she stood up and addressed the slumbering figure. "My voice is within yourdeepest self. Open your very heavy eyelids now, my pet ... open them and lookaround you. Remain in deep trance as you do so. Do you see the pleasure onthe faces? Do you?" Beth's glassy stare lit briefly on each of our hungry gazes, then returnedto blink sleepily upwards at the sky. "Yes, mistress," came the low reply. "Now your body is drifting into a dream-state under my direction ... " apause. I watched those great eyelids swell and close. Soon there came a catch ofthe breathing. Another, and a tiny sigh, as I watched the eyeballs move slowlybeneath closed lids. Zarah spoke again: "You hear the night sounds, the soft sounds of the frogs and insects, abird in the distance, and you feel so alone, so safe, that you let yoursexuality take control of you now. You can dream of a lover approaching you." The girl gave a small start, and her body began a subtle, slow movement onthe padded bench. Her breasts rose quicker, and I watched the nipples turneven darker. The aureoles puckered up, and there was another quick breath.The rapid eye movements were jerkier now, and Beth's hands twitched. Zarah hurried on: "Yes, there he is now ... tall, silent and powerful ...he wants you to feel much pleasure ... he is very experienced ... he can feelyour breath, he can smell your heat flowing, flowing, flowing so hot and wetfrom your secret places." The bosom quivered and shook in a most delicious way, and dark odor ofarousal wafted up from the woman's pussy. It mingled with the heavy perfumesof the night. I know everyone was turned on. My cock had never felt harder. Zarah said, "He's going to be slow and luxurious as he slides in and outof you, Beth, but first ... you'll feel just the heavy, hot tip of him restlightly against you. It's hot, it's heavy and hot and dry against your leg.Feel it slide upwards, right up your leg now. Slo-o-ow and gently. You'llfind that your legs and thighs can part for him ... there they go ... that'sright...you open very wide now..." as the knees fell apart automatically. Iwatched as her calf muscles bunched and relaxed. Elizabeth was truly turned on. I saw that her pussy hairs were matted anddamp, and her vaginal lips had become swollen. Zarah stood up and came to me. She guided me down onto my knees beforethat cunt, that flower of the night, burning, moist and fragrant in thedarkness of the garden. She commanded me in a whisper: "You may now enter her, James. You will enter her and remain still. Feelher responses as you hold yourself still within. Enter now, and remain stiffand still within." I knee-walked forward, and positioned myself. Very slowly past the outerpetals, sliding easily inward through slickened folds and muscles, my penis nowburied itself as I leaned forward into the bunched muscles of her thighs. Mypale shaft was easily swallowed as her legs opened even further. The buttocksmoved tenderly, tighter and looser, tighter and looser, as her dream lover slidand thrust powerfully through her enchantment. "You can throb. Throb for your lover ... you'll find it's morepleasurable than jerking around so. Feel that throb? Feel it, Elizabeth ...and again ... and over and over, throbbing ... pulsing ... sliding in-n-n-n toyou ..." A beautiful smile spread wide, as the subject gave a low moan. I felt herbelly muscles quiver, and my own shook in answer, but I could not plunge about,even though I wanted, needed to so badly! Her moans became more frequent, but still Zarah kept her in check. Thebutt had stopped its outer writhings, but my shaft knew a heightened pleasuredeep between them. The muscular stomach would rest, then a wave of smallshudders would jiggle Beth's whole torso slightly. These waves came closer andcloser together. "You'll enjoy the climaxes much more if you can delay them ... can youhold out much longer, Beth? The release will seem so good, so strong..." Zarah had returned to cradle her subject's head in one hand. She lookedup at me. She touched one fingertip to the girl's head. The fingertip moveddown to brush the thick, swollen mouth, and Beth's lips instantly pursed, hercheeks hollowed, and Zarah's finger was sucked suddenly in. At the samemoment, I felt a strong clamping sensation as the walls of my partner's vaginacontracted all at once. Still, I remained motionless. The finger was slowly retracted, though Beth's lips pursed after it.Zarah slipped it back in, and I felt the answering contration. Out again, andZarah spread Elizabeth's copious saliva flow all round the mouth. Beth'spucker followed blindly, sucking on air, wanting the finger again. The tonguedarted in and out now, as the contractions continued on my steel-hard phallus. Zarah's stiffened white finger now pressed down into the dark flesh,tracing a straight, slow path down between the lifted breasts, down the rock-hard and quivering abdomen, in and out of the navel, slower now, to the top ofthe bodybuilder's sopping wet bush, finally approaching the clitoris.Elizabeth's face froze, her tongue curled up and sticking far out into the air,eyelids squeezed shut, breath coming fast and irregularly through flarednostrils. Zarah did not twiddle the clit at all, her hand reached around the base ofmy cock, encircled it tightly, making it swell inside Beth's sheath. She heldit still. "Hold her legs when they rise up," she ordered me. And to Beth: "You maynow reach your climax. Come for your lover now. Come to me. Come to mycommand." Beth gave a start. She gave a long drawn-out "n-n-n-g-g-h-h-h!" One leglifted powerfully off the ground, then the other. They stiffened outwards,quivering as if with malaria. I held onto them, but I my strength was unneededagainst that powerful sexual engine now discharging all around me. I watchedher deep purple labia rub and grind together into Zarah's fingers, as thebodybuilder began a long, mewing orgasm. Her cunt had gripped me tightly, and the contractions of its muscles feltlike a strong, rippling hand. "Take your time, girl ... he's still sliding way-y-y-y up inside you ...you want more and more, more and more ... come as often as you need ... ready... take it all now.'' As the girl finished her crisis, her legs slackened from, rigidity, and Iwas suddenly holding their entire weight. Our mingled perspiration almostcaused me to drop her limp legs. I felt her pelvis continue to shiver withfurther orgasmic activity. Each tightening and relief was signalled by a tinycooing sigh from the slackened mouth of the hypnotized woman. I was now pulled backwards by Zarah's hand. My cock popped out with anoisy slurp, still hard as a rock. A small rivulet of Beth's juices drippedonto the ground. Zarah's hand urged me to my feet, still enclosing my red-hoteight-inch fat prick. Samuel and the Filipino were summoned to my side. We were still asstatues, standing over the now quieted Elizabeth on her bench. The women inthe garden were fingering themselves as they watched us. The Filipino's handstwitched at his sides as Zarah lowered his pajamas. His cock sprang out andupward. I heard a woman gasp, and another moan somewhere. Zarah's hands opened Samuel's robe. His dark thickness jutted straightoutwards from a thick mass of curly hair. His arms seemed frozen at his sidesalso. Zarah now reached down to Elizabeth. Both her hands caressed and strokedthe woman's pudendum. The bodybuilder was too spent to respond, but hersecretions were still copious, and Zarah's hands grew slick and shiny. Sheseemed to hold little pools of come in her hands. "Look down at yourselves!" came the soft command. She walked behind usand my downward stare was drawn over to the other two men, whose cocks were nowgenerously annointed with Elizabeth's juices. They twitched and jerked asZarah firmly polished and lubricated them, up and down their rigid lengths,until they glistened and shone in the torchlight, juicy and slickened, veinsstanding out in relief, the Filipino's glans swollen almost to golfball size,and dripping steadily with his watery male lubricant. I now felt my long-delayed climax burning up through my pecker as shereached up and squeezed the nape of my neck. Her hand burned me, and a shocktraveled right down my spine. My pelvis reflexively squeezed itself forward inresponse. "You are ready to come right now, aren't you! All of you! Say it...sayit and let it come...come now!" As I felt my own buttocks squeeze tightly, and quickly experienced myfiery release, I husked out "I'm coming now...coming now! Oh God, it burns, itburns!" I heard other utterances: "God, I'm coming, coming so hard," and theever-popular "N-n-ngh, n-n-ngh!" There were muffled sounds from the "audience"of women Everything was visible to all, the first shiny drops of clear lubricatingfluid, and then suddenly, thick cloudy globs of semen dribbling out and downonto the ground as Samuel gave a full-throated moan, and I saw his testes drawup tight and wrinkly as his release came at last. The oriental man camesilently, spurting out a good three feet, still staring down at Elizabeth ashis hips pumped back and forth into the air. More sounds from the women thereindicated that some had been stimulated to their crisis point by the scenarioas well. We three remained standing by the bench, our semen still dripping out orhanging in thickening strands down from our slackening pricks. I felt timeslow to a crawl, and my breath rang harshly in my own ears. Zarah turned Samuel away to face her, then raised herself on tiptoes,kissed him, then whispered something to him. I saw his eyes roll up, and hislarge form sank to the ground, curling up peacefully. His now-flaccid organstill oozed shiny droplets out onto the grass in the dim light. The garden wasvery quiet. I found sleepiness weighing down my own lids, and yawnedinvoluntarily. "We are all quite heavy and drowsy now, aren't we?" she said to us. "Yougo back into the house now, James, and find your clothing. Get dressed, youhave to drive home. I'll help keep you alert and safe on the road. Getdressed now, and wait for me inside." I groped my way into my clothes, and sat heavily on a gym bench, as Iwatched Zarah through the glass, circulating around her "guests," embracing theFilipino, whose name I had never learned, covering Elizabeth with a spare robe,whispering to the other women there. I drooped a little more each minute Iwaited, and caught my head with a jerk as it began nodding heavily down to mychest. Zarah was caressing Katherine, and Rebeccah still lay back against herlawn chair, masturbating freely with her knees bent upward, and her fistpressed against her dark red thatch. I couldn't see Brenda any more from myposition, and I was beyond caring. Time crept on, and lost all meaning as Iwaited dumbly, patiently, for my mistress to instruct me. I faded into awaking dream, and even now have very little memory of the rest of the night,except that very late the next morning, I awoke in my own bed. I was not alone. As I slowly came to, I felt the warmth of another bodynext to mine. I turned my head. Zarah slumbered beside me.

Zarah.5txt Revelation

I caught my breath. I had only a dim memory of driving home, andcertainly none concerning a guest. Only "guest" wasn't the right term, wasit? As I thought it over, it seemed likely that she'd simply "invited" meto invite her. We hadn't screwed, or anything, as far as I remembered.

Her dark straight hair was cut fairly short, and her neck was bare. Ireally was so nonplussed by her presence that I felt no sexual stirrings atall...though last night's garden "party" may have drained me. Still, Iheard her soft breathing, and observed that she was not naked...she waswearing a cotton nightgown of some kind.

As I raised myself up on my elbow to see her, I heard her breath catch,and knew she was now awake. She sat up, turned and faced me.

"Good morning, James," she said quietly. Her eyes appeared very largethis close up, and showed no signs of sleepiness. "How do you feel?"

"I'm dragged out...and I guess I'm confused," I murmured, as I got outof bed. "How...did you end up here?" I was regaining some composure, andsince my mouth tasted like camel parts, I headed towards the bathroom toswig the Scope. After about two steps, I realized I was nude. I heard herchuckle as I completed my journey in a sort of embarrassed scuttling motion.

Once cleansed and robed, I felt more ready to face my "guest."

"Zarah...did I...uh...drive you here? or did you bring me?"

She answered with a small smile that I had driven her here late lastnight.

"I enjoyed you immensely, James, you were wonderful."

"A wonderful slave, you must mean," I responded, a bit sharply. I feltsomewhat "invaded," if you can say that about a woman who makes you piss oncommand, in front of several strangers. But this invasion was territorial,not personal, if you get my meaning.

"James..." she began.

"No, wait. I'm sorry. I remember what you said a few weeks ago...thatthis is all MY choice, and so on, da-dat-da-dat-da-dah...but I just don'tremember inviting you up here...nice as it is," I added hastily. Jesus, mytongue was tied up yet again!

She was smiling a little more, and her eyes narrowed a little. Theysuddenly opened VERY wide, narrowed, and widened again as her brows moved upand down. The effect was of someone trying to peer into a window at me.Her eyes were huge...

"James, in fact you invited me 'in' quite some time ago," she said. "Isee you're puzzled, aren't you? Go and open your lower right-hand dresserdrawer, and I'll explain."

I reached over and slid open the drawer. Where were my sweaters? Thedrawer was full of women's clothing...shorts, skirts, t-shirts, undies even!Then I noticed an overnight case under the dresser.

"Did you bring all this up from the party?" I asked, bewildered."Where are my sweaters?" I felt a little annoyed.

She did the eye bit again (her dark pupils really contrasted with theirbrilliant white borders), and said, "No, these are kept here for my visits."

What visits???

"I've been here seven or eight times thus far, and I'll be staying overfor several days while you're on vacation."

"Seven or eight times?? ... Wait a minute ... WHAT VACATION???"

"The one you requested from your boss last week...wait a moment,James," she chuckled, watching me sputter. "You'll have a stroke ... inmore ways than one!" And her eyes crinkled up in amusement at my helplesspuzzlement. "I'll take mercy on you and explain...after I have my morningexercise..." Another eye-bulge, and she held up a closed fist in the air infront of me. "What do you see here?" and she tapped her hand four timeswith her index finger. Her hand opened.

On her palm rested...what was that? It looked shiny, almost damp,and...transparent, almost. I was amazed.

"It's a ball, a plastic ball I guess. Is this the Magic Kingdom orsomething?"

"Queendom, more properly, I guess you could say, James. Look again,closer."

"Wait...it's a ... a bubble. A soap bubble?" How the hell did shetote a little soap bubble around, and hold it in her hand? It had to beplastic. "Maybe a balloon."

"Right, James, it's a bubble you see there. Now watch." And shebreathed onto her palm. The shiny globe enlarged. It looked exactly like abubble, I could see it's glistening surface more clearly now, as it swirled.I waited for the pop, but there it stayed.

"And now...presto!" and she lowered her hand. The bubble stayed rightwhere it was, didn't fall, didn't pop, just hung there. She blew toward itagain, and it grew to tennis-ball size.

"Jesus, how do you DO that? That's great!" I felt as amazed as anychild at a magic show.

"I'm not really doing it, James...you are. It's an illusion!" Puff.And a basketball hovered in front of me, a globe of infinite thinness, andinfinite swirling variety, sparkling in the morning sunlight. "Test it foryourself."

I reached out, and my hand passed through empty air, right through theball! It was immobile. I tried again with a quick swipe. Nothing.

"You can change it's size, James," came her voice as I stared at thebubble. "Do it!"

I breathed at the bubble, and it swelled. I pulled air into my mouth,and it shrank. I reduced it to point size, but couldn't make it disappear.I blew into it some more, and it swelled up till it seemed to fill the upperair of my bedroom.

The swirling colors were like a planet's atmosphere, sped up till Icould see vortexes and curved cloud fronts forming and re-forming. Ibreathed in and out, in and out. If this were an illusion, I thought dimlyas my world grew and spun, then I was...was...what was I anyway?

And what was that dim murmuring I could hear way out here in deepspace? My ball shrank again, surrounded by tiny stars and galaxies, it gotfarther away, and farther...it was a point...a twinkling point in blackempty space...emptiness of deep space, of deep thought, of will of deepdesire...

Desire. What do I desire? I know I have a body...somewhere! Idesire...I want...something sweet. Where will I get it? That's easy, justlift my head and stick out my tongue. Mmmmmm that's good, that's so sweet,so sweeeeeet, no it's tart and tangy, a little salty...it's soooo juicy andtender and thick and sweet. Lick it and suck it and draw in its honey. pullhard to get its juice. Suck it in deeply, deeeeeply. Tease it. Wiggle itwith my tongue. Waggle my lips over it. Shake it. Gently! Faster! It'sflowing, it's flowing into me. Lick. Lick. Lick. Lick. Never stop...lickandlickandlickandlick... tongue can't stop...

It's sooo deep and dark in here, I'll open my eyes. I'll look at myjuicysweet food. It's red. Red like blood, red and shiny.Licklicklicklick. It's moving away and my mouth follows it. It moves back,and around, and it jiggles and jiggles as it flows. My tongue is stiff andthick, stiffandthickstiffandthick. I push it way, way, wayyy in. I holdstill. It's heaven, and I moan out loud. I moan and it feels soooo goodand deep I hummm and the heavens erupt in violence. Head is jerked andsqueezed and shook... Ahhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmm the most delicious wet burst ofslippery delight into my throat. Suck slower. And slower. Loosen mytongue. Softer and softer. I'll rest a moment, rest in my dark pink nest.Lick again. Rest..... Rest. Lean my head against the flesh, the sweetthick flesh. Come back. Come back.

"Come back, James..."

My cheek rests against a leg, a hot, hot leg. A thigh. I am holdingtwo thighs, my head between. I'm kneeling on my floor, cradling twobuttocks in my hands. My nose is about an inch from a deep pink nodule. Abump. A clitoris. A cunt lies before my eyes, I can look up inside it...

"... I can see inside it." I became aware that I am speaking!

"What do you see?" Zarah.

"I see your clit. It sticks way up between your lips."

"My pussy lips."

"Yes...they are open. They're oozing. They're open like doors to acave. Now they're squeezing together... and opening again."

"Go on, I'm getting turned on again."

"There's some honeyjuice running out...it's dribbling down inside yourcrack."

"Suck up my delicious juice. Ooooh. Alllll the way down my crack.Talk."

"Your clit is bright red. It looks hot and bright and shiny. Your asssqueezes tight when your cunt closes and opens. It's squeezing more. It'shard and tight."

"James, stand up, right where you are. Good... look at me. Talk."

"Your legs are spread out around mine. They're dangling off the end ofmy bed. You are holding your bosom in your hands. You're squeezing yourboobies together, and your fingers are brushing your nipples. You'reflipping them with your fingers. They're sticking out. You're sliding overyour tummy, and touching your clit. Your fingers dip inside you. You pullthem out and they're all shiny and wet. You're sucking on them."

"I'm tasting my arousal, James. While I play with myself in front ofyou, turn your back to me. I'm looking at your bottom. There's somethingthere. It's white and hard. Back up tight against my cunt so I can reachit. What do you feel?"

"I feel a hard thing between my buttocks. It's sticking out of mybuttocks. It's inside me, inside my ass."

"How did it get there?" The feeling of thickness pulling and pushing.It's Brenda's old vibrator, but I never played with that! My hands jerkback for a feel as I realize that I have a vibrator sticking out of my bareass! I don't pull it out, though!

"No, you leave it right there. It's deep within you, like I am,James." More touching sensations, then I feel the tingly buzz as theinstrument is switched on.

"Turn back to face me."

As the wand hums inside me, I watch Zarah spread her pussy, pinch itclosed, lick her fingers some more, etc.

"You don't remember our home visits here at all, James. I want it thatway. But you'll remember this one, and soon I'll show you more." Thenipples are pinched and rolled around as I stare down in confusion at her."We've had several, and you have become very well-trained. You forget whenI command you. You do many things with no hesitation or shame." Herfingers play on her clit, over and over, and I watch her butt clench up."Your vacation time will be spent with a couple final lessons."

"Wait a minute, I don't HAVE a vacation now!" I began, feelingdistressed and a little afraid of what I was hearing.

Get the picture? I'm standing between the legs of a masturbatingwoman, watching her spread her juice all around her belly and breasts, witha vibrator buzzing inside my ass, and I'm trying a logical argument!

"You phoned Jeff your boss three times to beg for it, and they gave itto you. They like you there. Also, it's about time for you to have yourown dominance fantasies stimulated and fulfilled. Do you like that idea,James?"

"Yes, Mistress," hummed the vibrator, and I echoed it.

"Of course you do... because of this!" And she removed one hand fromit busy work, and revealed the little soap bubble again. Her hand closeddown on it, and it was gone. "Now I'm turned on all over again... I think Iwant to climax while I watch you. Bend down with your erection against myclit."

Oh yes, did I mention my hard-on yet? Well, there it was, now held inZarah's hand, being rubbed through her sopping hairs (lightly), against herhoney-glazed lips (harder), and now around, around and around her clitoris.She pushed me subtly to lighten the pressure, then pulled my hips up closeagain. I was in a strained position, but the feeling of manipulation wassuch a turn-on I didn't notice.

My arms braced me on the bed, with my face hanging over Zarah's. Herfeatures contorted, and the breath whistled between her exposed teeth. Herfree hand played with a breast, moved to her mouth, or reached back andscratched behind my nuts.

I was turned on.

Zarah's face reddened, and she commanded harshly: "Stand!" Up Istood, again viewing her passion-mottled flesh. "Turn up your rod!", and Ireached behind me (automatically? from long practice?) and the vibrationsshot straight through all my tubes and membranes, right up my cock.

"Milking machine!" came the voice, almost screaming now. Milkingmachine?!? I barely had time to chuckle before my penis was swamped with apowerful sensation as it stood out, pointing up the axis of the stiffened,quivering form of my mistress. The best I can describe it, it felt like anoily, tight rubber doughnut or a small toy inner tube was being rolledcontinually up the length of my stiff member. Then another slide, andanother and another, always rolling from the base towards the glans, in anirresistible pulling motion to which my body eagerly responded. My buttclenched up, my knees quivered, and I looked down as I began to give forthmy own treasure.

A drop of liquid, and then a few more. I bent backwards, and graspedthe exposed handle of the vibrator. My penis arced upwards, and spat out ashort streamer, which landed across Zarah's neck, and as more spurted outacross her body, she mingled our fluids together, frosting herself withthem. As she watched my eruption, her legs were outstretched and theirmuscles stood out. They pressed tightly and violently inwards, as if tryingto close, but were of course blocked by my lower legs. They flew open, andagain scissored together. Her voice rasped harshly again, but her wordswere gentle.

"Oh, my lover, my sweet sweet lover, I make you come! I make you comeand come all over me, and I come and come and commmme..." Her voice brokein a kind of sob, then: "You may turn off all your machinery now." My dickshrank down, still drooling, and the vibrations ceased to shudder throughme.

"Now clean my body... clean all our thick honey, our love syrup, ourthick rich cream, tastes sooo good... oooh, feels sooo good, your tongue andlips. That's right, taste me everywhere, yesss, in my hot hot armpits,yesss, get my neck too, lightly, lightly, oooh, I'm still so quivery!"

I lapped and stroked and sucked and kissed like Little Mr. Shop-Vac!My tongue felt like it was returning from a week-long hike up and down therugged slopes of Mount Zarah... but God almighty! all the different tastesof her body! Her tart sweat, my own bitter juice, the sharp tang in the hotcrack near her anus, and finally I was allowed to... to..."

"...to kisssss my mouth, James. Rest your tongue now. Look in myeyes, and take my mouth. It is yours..." and her swollen lips opened overglistening teeth, and I lay beside her, and our eyes met and our hot mouthsblended together. Forever.

Her huge eyes closed first, and then I could swoon away too, wrapped inher care.

We awakened close to noon, and ate sandwiches. I was told many thingsthat long afternoon.

Zarah had indeed been with me much more than I "remembered." Inducedamnesia was one of her practices. "For a time, anyway, and then I allow mypartners the option to control themselves fully again. I like the confusionon your faces, as you obey me without realizing it!"

Other times, the trance state was a turn on to view, just as it was tome... just as it IS to me, I should say! for I have yet to "outgrow" my lustto render my sex partners helpless.

But it had turned out that at least as strongly, I also wished topretend that I had no self-control of my own... that I could be dominated inactions, as well as in thought or mood! I say "pretend" because one ofZarah's ideas is that "subjects" like me are only being assisted in actingout deeply-buried fantasies, rather than being actual "victims," orunwilling seductees.

As the day passed, I "noticed" subtle and obvious clues to Zarah'spresence that I had earlier been "overlooking"... things like a camcorder ona tripod parked in one corner of my living room... a shelf in my kitchen nowcrammed with vitamin bottles, and in the bathroom, where I took a showerevery morning...

"...An enema bag?!? I don't use those!" I stammered yet once more,then remembered... that vibrator stuck so deeply into my asshole, without myknowing it!

"I have opened you up in many ways, my friend. You'll learn about themas I choose. I am leaving you for a while now, and will call on you afterbreakfast in the morning. Get out. Jog, exercise, get a good night's rest.Eight solid hours in deep slumber, that's my prescription for you! No, nomore questions! Tomorrow, James. I have another meeting with a youngcouple this evening. We'll go there together on Wednesday, I think. Billand Teresa are excellent vehicles, and I think I'll let you take charge alittle bit then!"

My heart lurched.

"For tonight, you may watch this tape if you want to see some more ofmy methods from the 'other end,' as it were." She held out a video, labeledsimply: "47 - James M."

"I suggest you watch it with the sound off, otherwise you're sure todrop into trance again to the sound of my voice!"

"Wait, now! Forty-seven? Do you mean to say that you have had forty-six other men?" I said, grabbing her wrist. "Wait! You've gotta clearsome stuff up, baby!"

Mistake. Her eyes widened and narrowed, in annoyance this time.

"Nonsense, and that's my own business my dear sir. Shackle!"

And at the word "shackle," she thrust my wrist back against the hallwaywhere we stood near my front door. I heard a "click," and found my arm wasnow stuck against the wall! Before my head could turn, she had pulled herhand away from my grasp, grabbed my other arm and clicked it into place aswell! My arms were stretched behind my back where I couldn't see them. Ithurt a little, and it REALLY hurt when I tried to pull away!

"I think you're re-asserting a dominant role, and you're doing itrather badly just now," Zarah said, "and at a most inopportune moment!" Iwon't stand for bullying behavior at any time, dear! I'll see youtomorrow."

And as I lunged against my manacles, she opened my door. As she left,I heard her say, breezily:

"Ten minute shackle, James! Bye!"

Damn! I thought, she's turned my own home into a fucking dungeon! Ipulled as hard as I could, but I may as well have tried to pull theapartment wall down. I could only shake and jingle my fetters impotently asI slowly calmed down. Soon, I began to think more coherently. Who wasgoing to release me?

You know, of course, and I should have too, by this time! When my armssuddenly dropped from behind my back, and I rubbed my wrists, they weren'tsore, or even red! The only items on my wall were the usual photos... nochains or handcuffs! But I'd heard them clank!... just like I'd seen thatsoap bubble, right in front of me, real as anything. I had stuck myself tothat wall!

I wandered around, poking into corners and closets and drawers. Ipulled out Zarah's underpants, plain, sheer black, with a black cottoncrotch. I smelled them, I wore them, they gave me a hard-on. I looked ather razor, and her birth-control pills. Her shampoo. She had a couple ofsuppositories. I left them alone, in fact, I put everything back. Idecided to work out. I ran seven miles, and took some laps at the "Y." Ihad a nice meal out, and returned home at seven-thirty.

The video tape still lay on the floor to my hallway, and I picked itup. I took it into the TV, and popped it in the VCR. I left the sound off,as I had been told.

It consisted of several short segments, all featuring yours truly, andit felt really damn humiliating to see my own face assume that slack-jawed,droopy-lid expression that I lusted over in others! And I saw it many,many times on the tape, from all angles!

SEGMENT 1: My face, in close-up. A finger is held in front of me, andmy eyes are following its tip, with a wide-eyed stare. Up, down, around...my eyeballs strive to follow every motion, but my lids are soon blinkingrapidly, and as the finger rises to touch my forehead, they roll rightupward under closing lids.

SEGMENT 4: I'm standing in my living room, facing Zarah. She danglesa pendulum before me. My eyeballs track, and the lids droop. Zarah movesaround behind me. She lowers my trousers, and plants a kiss on my backside.She leaves the picture, returning with that vibrator. She's rubbinglubricant onto it. She touches the tip to my crack, once, twice, verylightly. My hands reach back, and pull my cheeks wide apart. Theinstrument slips right up inside me, and now I'm led on a sleepwalk aroundmy floor... steered like a push-cart by Zarah holding the protruding end. Ihave a monstrous erection.

SEGMENT 6: Shot from the open door to my bathroom. I'm naked,standing nest to the tub. My arms are being held above head by Zarah, andKatherine sits on the closed toilet seat. She manipulates my member andsucks it, apparently not to a climax, because she leaves it thrust outbefore me, and applies shaving cream to my whole genital area. She iscarefully shaving all my hair off from around my cock. I guess Zarah"shackles" me, because my arms remain straight up in the air even as I'mprotesting my shave. I wiggle my torso, but am "held in place." Katherinetakes hold of my balls, and I settle right down. She strokes the razorgently and carefully over my crotch, and my wriggling suddenly changescharacter. The cock jiggles a little, then Kathy is stroking it with hershaving cream as I apparently come into her hand.

As I watch this, my hand reaches in and encounters a short stubbleinside my underpants, instead of my usual tight curls. I hadn't noticedthat either!

SEGMENT 7: The camera is started and focused jerkily, as if it's beenturned on suddenly. I'm still "chained up" in my bathroom, though I'm nowstanding in the tub. My face shows distress, and weariness. The camerazooms in, and I lift my head, and turn my back. A downward pan shows darkstreaks down the back of my leg. I have emptied my bowels right where Istand, and the smeared stool lies on and around my feet, that try to shakeoff the mess.

My face turns to the lens, and even without sound, I can see clearlythe words "please Mistress" on my lips, over and over. There are tears.Zoom back. Zarah steps into the frame, and my arms fall to my sides, as Iobviously cry out in pain. How long had I stood there, firmly chained tothe unyielding air? Her hand strokes my cheek, and I smile, and weep. Mynaked cock rises up, untouched.

SEGMENT 11: A large room, holding some kind of party, about eight orten people all together. The group seems happy, and there's lots of casualhugging and touching going on. I don't recognize anyone on screen. Cameracloses in and reveals some kissing and fondling amongst various couples.

Some heads turn, and I enter the picture, dressed in formal tuxedo, butno pants or underwear. My crotch is hairless. I'm carrying drinks on atray like a butler. A woman holds her wine glass up, and taps it with acocktail fork. I set down my tray, walk to the center of the room, andbegin to turn myself round and round, like a top. I spin round and round,and my arm stretches straight out in front of me, pointing outwards.

It's like "Spin-The-James," I guess, because I stop suddenly, and thecamera pans in the direction of my arm, to show a girl in a halter top,who's now laughing and clapping. She is helped to disrobe quickly by someother guests, who caress and tickle her flesh as it all appears. Herbreasts are fondled and kissed by several others there.

Her companion says something to her, lowering his shorts, and shekneels in front of his chair, and proceeds to suck his cock. Her buttwriggles in the air as she slurps on his growing erection, and into thisfascinating scene I appear, still tuxedoed, and I crawl up behind her, andbury my face right between her ass cheeks! As the picture fades, herbackside bucks around wildly.

The tape ran out, but my thoughts ran on for quite a while before Iturned into bed.

Zarah.6txt James' Initiation

I spent part of the next day with Zarah.

"Have you learned a few more things about yourself?" were her firstwords to me next afternoon. We had met in a large park near the apartment,and were seated together in a rather secluded area behind some hedges. On aworkday, this park was rather empty, and no one came by our little area atall.

"I know you've had a chance to re-think your notion of challenging ME!"she said, and I apologized humbly to her. We spoke again of my firstencounters with hypnosis, at her show, with Brenda, and my feelings as Iwatched my date succumb.

"The keys to successful induction are: a willing subject (even thoughthey might not realize they're willing at first!) and ABSOLUTE CONFIDENCE.Shortly I'll give you your first practice session, with a very willingsubject. Bill's coming over after a weight-lifting session. Now he's aphysical kind of man, and I suggest a hand-clasp type of induction atfirst... maybe arm-wrestling himself?... then you can indulge your ownfantasies once you've started him into trance. Don't worry, James, he'llcooperate, he's a natural... just like you! Remember Elizabeth, from ourgarden party?"

I nodded.

"Physical strength is just another asset to command... and you reallycan enjoy controlling such raw power, once it's been yielded to you!"

A very muscular fellow appeared soon thereafter, peering around ahedge, and waving to Zarah when he spied us. He bounded up the hill, andshook her hand, then mine. His grip was VERY firm. He dropped a duffel bagonto the ground, and looked me over.

"You could use a little weight work, buddy," came his judgment, "butyou must play handball or something, you're pretty trim!"

I allowed myself to be mostly the running type, and he shrewdlyobserved that "runners are loners... I like to be around people. The gym'sgot it all!"

"Bill and his wife Teresa are friends of mine, James," interjectedZarah, "and we're invited over there tomorrow. You can see Bill'strophies... he's a local arm-wrestling champion, I believe!"

"That's right! I've collected a lot of junk jewelry and bar T-shirts,but it doesn't put much bread on the table! I work rec for the city...summer football, weight training at the Y... you know."

"I guess you could show James some of the finer points?" queried Zarah,with a significant glance at me.

"Right," I agreed, "I have some 'buddies' that regularly wrench me overa bar table, even though I'm pretty strong," I added. Share a couple ofsecrets with me? Looks like we'll never meet in the same division... notwith those arms!" and I patted him on the arm.

Zarah nodded at my approach, and Bill willingly sat us down at a picnictable, and gave me some pointers: bending the wrist, getting the jump ofthe opponent, etc. In the process, I got ranked pretty good, and myknuckles were sore when I called a halt. We chatted on about training, andI mentioned isometrics.

"Yeah, the old Charles Atlas shit," mocked Bill. "Weights are morescientific."

"But I've seen a couple of interesting techniques, like for when you'reon a plane, or bus, and don't want to lose your edge," I offered. "Theyinvolve some imagination."

"Hey, I'm not a piece of beef, I got a brain!"

"Sure, I can see you do," I answered hastily. Let me show yousomething, all right?"

He assented, and I had him lock his hands together, and clasp them astightly as he could.

"This works better if you close your eyes," I instructed. "Now youhave to concentrate on your hands, and really get into the feeling thatthey're locked together. You must use all your strength to clasp themtighter and tighter together. That's right," I observed the veins in hisforearms bulge out. "You're doing very well. Keep squeeeezing them, andfocus, focus, focus on your locked palms.

"Now Bill, this works better if you now take three very deep breaths,squeezing tightly the whole time. That's right, slow, very deeeep breaths.Deeper. That's great, and keep squeezing. Those breaths help youconcentrate. Now don't talk, just listen, listen to me as I guide youthrough the rest of the session.

"Keep breathing slowly, and clasping those hands. They're lockedtightly together, and I'll help them stay locked tightly together with amental image for you. Keep your eyes closed and breathe, and squeeeze...Listen to my voice, listen carefully, and all the other sounds will fade andgrow very quiet as you hold tightly, tightly together."

Bill was sitting on his bench, elbows resting on the table, and lookedlike he was a statue. I kept on about listening to my voice, etc. I washypnotizing someone! The feeling was indescribable to see a person begin togive himself up to my persuasion. I gained confidence, and my voice grewdeeper and slower.

"Let's take five more breaths, Bill. Good. Deeep slow breathing,brings deep, slow focus, tight hands, tight focus on my voice. My words...my voice... you're tuned into my voice, Bill. I'd like you to confirm thatby the very smallest motion of your head. Nod when you feel perfectlyfocused."

The muscular neck tilted, ever so slightly, and I saw a furrow appearbetween Bill's brows.

"Good, and you can relax again, except for those tight hands."

The brow cleared. "And now you're ready for some reinforcement," Icontinued. Those muscles are strong, but everyone can use some help! So ina moment you'll feel a touch on those clasped hands. A touch on those tighttight hands, as you feel my hands on yours. The touch will help reinforceyour desire to hold tight."

Another small nod, and I began a light all-over stroking of that blockof muscle and bone.

"The feeling is strong, Bill, very strong, as you breeeeathe over andover, over and over... the feeling like glue, like a strong, strong gluethat feels cool as it seeps over your hands, over and over and over yourhands, between your fingers, between your palms, and this glue is thick...thicker and thicker as I spread it around and around... around andaround..." (moving my hands poetically over his, in time with my chant,)"...around and around your blocked hands. When I give you the word, you canrelax your grip, Bill, but we'll let that strong glue build and set, set upthick, hard and strong, and then I'll let you relax for a moment, and thenyou can continue to breathe deeeeply and quietly, and listen only to thesound of my voice, Bill... only to me now... there are no other noisesanywhere, just the deep strong breathing, and the deep strong voice... giveyourself to the voice, Bill..."

I moved my head gradually closer to Bill's, until I was speaking verysoftly. "When you are perfectly aware of nothing but my voice, you may nodyour head... good, very goood, Bill, you are nodding your head.

"That glue has set completely now, and it can hold your hands together,so you may verrrrry slowly try to relax those fingers, and loooosen thatgrip, and let the glue hold your palms together tightly, tightly, it's anunbreakable bond, and in a moment I'll allow you to prove a very interestingand absorbing fact... that your hands are stuck, stuck, stuck tightlytogether, Bill, that my glue has fastened them together sooo strongly thatit's just impossible for you to break my hold... "

Just as with Elizabeth, Bill found that all his strength was nowuseless against the imaginary glue. I allowed, then encouraged him to try(and fail) to break his grip, and his face grew red with strain as his armsshook violently.

"Bill, you've built up a lot of tension," I now said, "and I'll let yourelax alllll that strain, as I stroke your hands again, they relax, stillholding together, relax, you can't break my hold, can you?" He shook hishead.

I felt a tug at my waist, as Zarah unzipped my fly. My prick burstout, and she caressed it a few times, then nodded at me to continue.

"You are relaxed and breathing and hearing only my voice. Only myvoice. Nothing exists but my voice for you. Your hands relax, your arms,and your face..." and I firmly began a temple massage as I stood behind him.

"You're letting go and sinking into my voice. Your signal for deeprelaxation is the increasing weight and looseness of your muscles. You aresoft, you are yielding and soft, and now I will very easily remove that glueand let your heavy soft arms relax limply down, down, down onto the table.That's it, you are powerless to move them, they have no ability to lift atall, do they? You may answer me quietly. Can you lift those arms at all?Try harder."

"... No... " and again his arms flexed impressively, as one set ofmuscles fought against another.

Zarah was miming an arm-wrestling contest to me, so I sat down acrossthe table and lifted his arm, which weighed a ton, and felt as limp as rags.I stroked his forearms down to his fingertips and stopped his efforts.

"You will attempt to use your strength against mine in a contest, whichyou can never, never win, Bill!" I commanded. "Hold your right arm up andstiffen it against mine. Gooood. Exert all your effort to keep that onelimb standing upright. Try harder, and feel my power as my arm and my voicehave made you helpless. Here we go. Push!"

Bill's face registered no effort, but his biceps tightened and his armlocked.

"As you feel your arm pushed easily, easily down, you'll feel mycontrol over you deepen and deepen... and deepen, until you're very deepnow, sinking... sinking... " and I merely pushed his arm backwards to thetable... "...and when you feel it touch the table you will give incompletely... completely... and there it lies. You are deeply under mycontrol now... deep within my power. Speak."

"I am in your power." The words came "Open your eyes and look straightahead."

He blinked slowly into the light.

"Look over here now, right at my eyes, Bill. That's it, gaze rightinto them. I will perfect my control now. Watch my eyes, fall into theirpower... I will make your lids heavy as lead weights... heavier... you aredroopy and drowsy now... " and I stared HARD right at him, "and you blinkand blink, and your brows lift up as you try to keep them open, but Icommand them to drooooop and looosen and close. I command them to closenow... and you are deep asleep now. Sleep, Bill."

His head dropped down onto his chest, and he shortly began to snoregently. I was now rubbing my cock, as I gave in to all my fantasies. Ilifted his head and tilted it backwards, and tested the flaccidity of hisneck muscles. I gently stroked his forehead. My cock bumped against historso, and I almost lost a load of jism right there! Zarah came up to me.

"Bill's not as ... experiment oriented ... as you seem to be, James,"she told me, "and he'd probably not take suggestions involving male sexualcontact ... yet. You've done wonderfully though, and we have about anotherhour... I have an idea for relieving both of us!"

Soon we were back in my living room. Bill had walked along slowly aswe guided him. Zarah had taken his arm to surreptitiously guide him along,and I kept up a steady stream of trance suggestion as we walked. He nowlolled back on my sofa. Zarah had quickly attached her camcorder to mylarge-screen monitor, and motioned me to continue. I noticed her handdisappear beneath her denim skirt as I began my seduction of Bill.

"Bill, listen once more, and respond to me," I intoned, "and I will letyou enjoy a very pleasant and interesting dream. You are soon going towatch a movie, Bill. Do you like adult movies?"

He nodded, and his lips formed words.

"You will answer clearly, Bill, right now."

"I like adult movies."

"What do you like to see? Answer, and go deeper as you do."

"I like to see... to see... "

"I'll allow you to say anything you want, use any words at all... now Icommand you to answer!"

"I like to see big tits, big tits hanging and swinging around."

"Yes, he's a tit man, and it's causing troubles at home," interjectedZarah to me in a whisper. "Steer clear of tits for now, because mine aren'tso big either, are they?"

She had soft, nice breasts, certainly not "centerfold" material, butplenty nice to yours truly, who could now see them plainly, as she was nowundressed. Zarah's black panties were still on, though. She allowed me tocaress her for a moment, and I pinched her nipples rather firmly, as she haddone herself yesterday. They hardened like rocks, and she sighed.

"You wouldn't have been acting in sex show for a bodybuilder in yourliving room four months ago!" She then got me back to the job at hand, andI turned again to my subject.

"Yes, Bill. Go on and tell me more things. You like to see a woman'spussy?"

"Yes."

"And...?"

"I like to see a hard-on. I like to see fucking... "

"Wonderful, Bill, that's just what you'll watch today! Relax wayyyback in your seat now, and listen carefully. When I allow your eyes to openyou will be all alone in total privacy and solitude. You will of courseremain deeply entranced, won't you? Yes, you are nodding, and I will letyou watch a very special silent sex movie, right in front of you. There aretwo actors, who you don't recognize. They will be total strangers to you.

"As you watch this most enjoyable feature, I may ask you to talk aboutthe action, or even to make suggestions. SOME of your suggestions willmagically become part of that move as you watch! Won't that be fun?"

"Fun."

"Now lift your head up, and slowly, slowly open your eyes. The movieis starting. Watch and enjoy!"

I stood before him as his lids blinked and pulled upwards. "Speak.Tell me what you see before your eyes."

"I see a man, with a woman behind him. He's looking down at me, and hehas a hard-on."

"Yes, good, now talk about his hard-on."

"It pokes out from his belly. There's no hair, and it's very pink.It's twitching in the air. Now he's spreading his legs a little and I cansee his nuts. He's holding his nuts and flopping them around." Bill'sbreath got shorter. "This is good, he's starting to come."

Oh, shit, I was falling into my own trance! I felt that orgasmic burnstarting up my shaft! I was desperate, but Bill continued describing theaction.

"Now a woman comes around and looks at the man. She's touching herfinger to his head and saying some things. He's nodding, and his dick'sgetting soft again. Now she kisses him, and he turns around again."

Saved! by Zarah, who saw my dilemma, and quickly removed some of mytension. I of course had sunk into trance instantly, and missed Bill's(amusing) color commentary till later, when I watched the videotape. Sheroused me again, with a giggle of amusement, and I tweaked her nips again,hoping she'd like it. She did.

"Yes, Bill," I continued shakily, "did you like to look at thaterection? Why?"

"Yes, it was hard and strong, it could stick way up inside her cunt."

"I'll let you stay deeply hypnotized, and you may watch some more movienow. Watch and respond."

He's standing facing me again. He opens his legs a little. Now thewoman comes around and sits on the coffee table. Her face is touching hiship, and she's ... she's sliding a hand through his legs. Ohh."

"What is, Bill? You are here alone in the theater, there's no one elsehere at all, shall I let you move your arms and hands?"

"Yeah... I'm gettin' a hard-on. It's exciting." I allowed him torelease a short, thick penis from his sweatpants, and he began to fondlehimself as he watched us.

"That's nice to see, she's sliding her fingers around his nuts, and hisdick is coming up again. She's kissing the side of his dick. She's lickingon it, and feeling his nuts, and it's really hard again!"

"Tell him that your dick will become his," urged my partner, looking upat me from her position at my groin.

"Bill, as you watch the man's penis, it might seem that you feeleverything he feels, wouldn't that be nice?"

"Ohhh, I can feel that slobbery tongue on my dick," came the instantreply.

"Yes, just describe what you see now," I commanded.

"She's kneeling on the coffee table with her butt up in the air. It'swiggling. Now she's tickling him again."

"Yesss, Bill," I hissed. "Her fingers are stroking, stroking, strokingthe underside of his big prick. It gets bigger... oooh! Go on, Bill!"

"Now he's tickling himself, and she's tickling his nuts. He'ssqueezing his dick, and it's purple, and she's pulling on his balls to makehim move that... that... big purple dick... right up to her lips. She'slooking up at him. Her eyes are big, real big!"

Tell me about it! I was watching as her tongue got her lips allslobbery, and slowly, slowly, slowly, she brought my balled-up glans tothem. Her gaze was unblinking, but I felt awake. Awake! I feltsuperhuman, ordinarily I would have shot my wad ten minutes ago!

"Don't speak, Bill, watch now," I croaked.

I let her pull my cock head against her closed lips, and she lightlyand wetly slid them across my tip. Again, again, and she pulled back toshow me her slightly pursed O of a mouth, her red, red lips that looked verythick, covered in saliva, slippery, slippery lips, that again accepted just... the ... very ... tip of my penis.

"Bill... remember you may come only when he does. Speak!"

The reply came in a croak. "Her lips are drooling on him, she'sholding his nuts with her fingertips, and pulling it inside, it's slippingin, its sliding in, she's stopping it. She's looking up at him. She'sgrabbing his butt now, and squeezing his ass. She's backing up off thetable, she's kneeling on the floor."

She's motioned me over closer to the couch. "Tell him to sit upcloser!"

"Bill, you want to see better, sit up and lean forward. Forward.Deeper and deeper as you watch. Speak."

"She's right up close, I can see everything real close. Her mouth isbig and round. Her cheeks are sucking in, they're puckered up. She'spushing him away... slowly. His dick is coming out little by little. It'sslimy and red. Her lips are pulling after it, she's got her drool all overhis dick. N-n-ngh. Just the head left in now. Nnnngh! She's so close,she tugs on his balls and his dick pops out."

Shploop!

"Her mouth is still open, there's drool running down her chin. She'sturning to look... It's like she's looking right at me. Her lips arekissing and sucking and making that O shape. She's flickering her tongue.Her eyes... her eyes... " His voice got dreamy suddenly. I knew what thatwas all about, and I had to take a risk. This was MY subject for once!

"Oh, he's pulled her hair, and she's taking him in her mouth again.He's moving her head around on his dick. Faster and faster... Nnnnnngh,mmmmph... "

I pulled out, my dick on fire, and turned her face to Bill again. Ibrought my steaming cock right up to his face too. It jerked near his openmouth.

"She's... slurping it again, she's smiling. It tastes good. Realgood! She's gobbling at it, and licking it all over. It's so close. I canalmost taste it myself!" He licked his lips.

Once again, I almost lost it, but had some reserve of control left. Ibrought my cock even closer to Bill's lips. He made little kissing noises.I pulled her mouth up right in front of his eyes, and plunged in again. Sheshook me a little, like a terrier, and I popped out again.

Bill was making loud slurping sounds himself now as his eyes bulged outof their sockets. He was jerking himself off, and looked close to coming.

"Your hands are heavy and limp again, Bill," I ordered, testing him."They are helpless, they are heavy, they fall to your side. You cannot movethem."

He whimpered a little, but his arms dropped like stones. His dickpoked up impatiently.

"You are so aroused now Bill, but you can't come yet, there's lots moremovie to go! and you can enjoy all the movie better by just imagining thosesensations... the lovely slurrrpy feelings, alll over YOU!" I made a soundwith my mouth, close to his ear, and his cock jerked. "That's right, deeperand deeper as you experience the next scene. Speak!"

"She's brought a chair in. She's pinching her tits, and he sits on thechair and pulls her tits over to his mouth. He's sucking on them, andpinching them. She puts her head back, and he strokes her throat. Her buttis wiggling around. She's turning around, and backing up to him. She'sbending way down, oh God, her tits are dangling and flopping around,nnngh...

"He's holding her ass in his hands and he's pulling it back to hisface. She's bent wayyy over the table, and he's tickling her butt. He'slicking her... her whole crack, up and down, up and down. His fingers aretwiddling her and tickling all around her crack. He's wiggling his head toget deeper. He spreads her apart, there's her asshole, he's licking allaround it, she's wide apart, and he's licking her. She's shaking."

I pulled back, and standing, moved her rear to face my subject on thesofa.

"Her asshole is real red. It's puckering, and her cunt is all wet.It's really really wet! There's some drops coming out. He's opening herpussy wide, and sticks in his fingers, he's wiggling his fingers in hercunt. Now he's sitting back down, and he's pulling her onto his lap. Shewiggles down on his lap. He's reaching around and flipping her nips withhis finger, flipping them hard, and she's wiggling around."

That was an understatement! She was shaking like she had epilepsy!Especially inside! But I had a little extra plan for her. I found myvoice.

"Watch this part Bill, you'll like this!" I held her buttocks andtried to lift her up off my lap. I managed to move her, then she got theidea and helped with her own legs. "Speak!"

"He's lifting her up and down!" said my subject. "She's feeling hisdick in her while he lifts her up and down, up and down! She's smiling, sheloves it, she's playing with her own tits!"

The strain on my arms was too much, and I guided her all the way off.She knelt again, and I sucked her bright labia and her clitoris for a fewmoments. then I stood up.

"Did you like our movie, Bill?"

"Nghngh... yes... yes! I'm horny! I'm horny! I gotta shoot, let meshoot!" His poor cock was twitching, and I watched him try to lift hishands from his couch.

"The movie's over Bill, now let me sooooth you just a little, you're sohot, I'll just calm you down a little bit," I intoned, and drew his eyelidsdown. He was still breathing hard. I dared a little touch on his cock, andmy hand felt like it would melt from his heat! I stroked his arms till Ifelt resistance cease again.

"Now Bill, you remember the end of the film, remember it well, and I'llgive you a lovely wet dream. You know, a lovely wet dream where you canshoot off alllll by yourself as you sleeeeep. You can come and come andcome!

"This dream will star you, Zarah!" I said in an aside, "if you like."

She nodded, understanding, and scampered into the bedroom, returningswiftly with a condom, which she unwrapped. She bent and kissed my dickagain. I returned the favor by feasting on her ears, eyelids and neck as,with intrepid fingers and palms, I explored the Amazon jungle between hertightly-squeezed thighs.

"Bill, you are ready now," I said confidently, and he nodded his headvigorously, eyes closed. His dick was still very much erect. I moved tokneel at his feet, and said: "Now I will allow you to feel the same tinglysensation you saw on the screen. The lips slipped over and over and overhis penis, and it got bigger and bigger with excitement." I opened therubber, and began slipping it onto his cock. His whole pelvis jerked at thecontact, and I said, "Bill, don't move! Just feeeel the tingle as youremain asleep!"

As I rolled the rubber down, my hands couldn't resist squeezing on hiserection. I had never touched a man this way before, or ANY way, come tothat! I guess his trance made it easy to dare. I could imagine what he wasfeeling pretty well, and my fingertips delicately followed his burstingcontours.

"Now you will dream of a beautiful woman, a woman who wants you tostick your cock right into her, Bill! She wants you to hold her ass, andlift her up and down on your dick. She's wet and steamy-hot for you Bill,so I will allow you to gain all your mighty strength back into your arms.You will lift her and lower her many times, until I let you release yourcome. Tell me you will obey!"

"I will obey you, I'll obey you!"

"You may lift your arms. Feel her beautiful soft buttocks in yourhands," and Zarah backed up to the sofa. She was grasped, and squeezed, andher eyes sparkled as she faced me.

"I'm hot, James, I'm soooo hot! No fooling around, let him pump me!"she whispered urgently.

"Bill, follow my timing commands. You may lower her right down ontoyour thick strong root now. Hold her right there!"

She was impaled on his cock. She wriggled her bottom all around,squeezing herself onto her intruder. This alone was enough to trigger herorgasm. As I watched, her neck flushed, and her fingers flew over herclitoris. Her eyes squeezed shut, and her breasts jiggled attractively. Isucked a nipple, hard as a little wooden peg, and she said "Awrkk." Isucked the other one, and she said "Ooooohhh."

"Are you ready for your fucking, Zarah?"

"Yes, you bastard... Fuck me, Bill, fuck me!" she insisted, forgettingthat he was MY subject this afternoon! He simply sat there, waiting for myorders! What a power trip! She writhed around in frustration.

She was too hot to think of pulling her mesmeric tricks on me justthen, or she chose to let me run things.

"You like waiting for a fucking, Zarah?" I challenged, and she cursedme again.

"I'm hot, James, make him fuck me! Make him fuck me hard!

"Bill," I said, ignoring her (for which I'd pay a price later!), "Whatweight can you curl?"

"Nnnngh... nnnnghghgh... two-eighty for twenty reps... Urrgh, it'stingling, it's tingling!"

"Bill, you will remain pleasurably erect, and just a little numb untilI release you! Obey me!" He settled back again, and Zarah glared at me. Iaverted my eyes, I wanted to be aware of my entire production!

"See, Zarah, he can lift a lightweight thing like you a good while,especially when you help! You're ready?"

"James... look at me please... " came her voice, quivering yet low andfirm. I resisted. I resisted!

"Wait, Mistress, I just want it to be perfect... I'm starting now!Bill, you will now lift and lower your woman. Up and down she goes,there... " I said soothingly to Zarah, "is that all right?"

"James, I'll.... I'll repay you for this... this.... oh God, make himgo faster."

"Please?"

"Yes, please, please, you dildo head.. Oh, ohhhh..."

I risked turning back.

"Wonderful, Bill, it feels good, doesn't it, how does it feel on yourbig cock?"

"It's hot and slippery. It's squeezy on my cock!"

"Bill, you have fine strong arms. In your deep dream now you must liftand lower her faster, faster. Good, it's easy, isn't it?"

"Yes she is very light."

"Brace your elbows a little, and you can go on and on, it feels sooogood, Bill!"

My mistress agreed, she had leaned back completely against Bill'schest, and her head hung backwards. Her thighs straddled his knees, and Ihad an incredible view. He lifted her up and lowered her down withmetronomic regularity. Her arms now flopped down to her sides, and hertitties poked up toward me, as her shoulders pulled themselves backward.She seemed to be pretending she was helpless and soft and unable to move byher own will! I made a mental note of her state, as I adjusted her camera,and zoomed in a little.

She was approaching another climax, when I made another change. I wasreally banking on her sexual fervor to save me from retaliation.

"Slow down now, Bill, slow down and stop. Hold her up higher. Higherand higher. Lift, I command you!"

And soon his sheathed erection was poking into the air, just below agaping pair of engorged labia. They dripped continuously onto his pubes.She wiggled her butt, but his arms didn't budge. Her eyes were wild as theyflew open.

"Lower her back into your lap," I said. As he complied, I held hispenis and prevented it from sliding back inside. The TV screen replayed thecloseup of a cock nestled snugly in Zarah's cleft. She reached down andgrabbed it. She rubbed it and slid it sideways over her labia, and vibratedit against her clit. Now she was coming again, to the chant of "Damn you... damn you ... damn you..."

"Mistress, I want you please to suck me as you come," I begged, in mymost subservient tones. "Lean forward and suck me. Please? I'm so hot,Mistress!" This was a tactic to blunt her anger, and leave her feeling incontrol of SOMETHING. It worked, she leaned forward as I requested, and herlips met my shaft. Then she nipped me slightly with her teeth, which set meoff.

"Bill, you have your dreamy hot cunt now. Your dick is tingling. Liftyour cunt as fast as you want. Jiggle it. Drop it down on your pole.Fuck. Your wet dream will come upon you. Fuck fast and hard!"

And we were off. Later, watching this scene on the tape years later, Iwould always come almost immediately, and so would anyone else who saw it.

Zarah leaned way forward. My knees were bent so I could lean forward.My cock thrust forward and upwards into her mouth. Zarah made noises in herthroat, which was being jiggled up and down by the motions of her body. Herarms soon dropped away and dangled and flopped loosely down, as she wassupported by Bill's strength and my hands under her armpits. She hadstiffened her torso so that as she was lifted, her lips slid up, as she wasdropped, she took as much as possible of me in. Sometimes she tightened hermouth so I just jiggled. I heard Bill grunting and gasping as he pistonedonto her, and she had stopped saying "Damn ... damn... damn," and was nowchanting "phphphuck... phphphuck... phphuck" around my dick.

I felt my climax. Her tongue ravished me as it felt my first tiny wetburst, then I was pumping out, pumping and pumping. I pushed her backupright, and she trailed ribbons and filaments of jism from her slack lipsas she flopped back against Bill again. Lift and drop lift and drop liftand drop...

Her hands worked at her clit again, and I stepped over and coated myhands in the juices from mouth and cunt. I rubbed them over her breasts,and their tips puckered up fearfully hard. She gasped quite loudly, andcame as I massaged juice into her face and scalp as it jiggled up and down,up and down. The base of Bill's cock was inundated by her spendings.

"Are you ready to come, Bill?"

"Yessssssss!"

I pulled Zarah off, and she lay panting on the carpet, eyes closed,buttocks still squeezing, fingers between her legs, and I knelt down rightbetween his outstretched feet.

"And now, deep in your wet dream, you're fucking, fucking, fucking!"His lips pulled back over his teeth. I smelt Zarah's gusher all over hiscondom, and spoke again to him, very loudly.

"You will say "Coming" out loud now, over and over, until you arespent, and deep asleep again. Come."

I touched my own fingertips to his testicles. I smelled Zarah, Itasted the pussy as my lips closed lightly around his shaft. Bill wassaying "coming" very loudly, slower and slower, and I felt the tube of fleshin my mouth, encased by its thin slippery sheath, and it suddenly seemed toweigh more. I pulled back and watched as I tickled Bill's balls, and feltthem pucker. The reservoir was suddenly cloudy, and stuck out as his fluidbegan to jet. I knew how he felt, believe me!

"Com-m-m-mingggg," crooned Bill, leaning back. I milked and tickledhim further, watching the cloudy liquid pulse into the rubber, oozing aroundhis bulbous tip, backing almost halfway up the length of his pecker.

"Com-m-m.... " came the very low voice, and now I heard his breathdeepen and strengthen again. His erection was drooping, but when I held itagain, I felt a surge. I rested my hand there, squeezing gently on hissoftening penis like I did to myself when masturbating. I rotated hisballs, and cupped them, as they too slowly softened and hung down again.Bill slept.

Zarah was whispering something from the floor, and I bent down to hear.

"Suck me clean too, James, please? I loved it when you cleaned meyesterday. Send him back to the park. Hurry! I'm still aroused! Show hima pendulum, you'll get hard again too!"

That I couldn't believe, but I rolled myself upright, and pulled histrack pants up again. I took his hands, and bade him stand. He rose up outof the sofa as if he were oiled.

"Bill, I will now send you back to the park. Do you remember where youcame to meet Zarah?"

"Yes."

"You will be alert as you walk there now. When you arrive, you willgive yourself a signal. This signal will cause you to sit on a park benchand fall deep asleep. Understand?"

"Deep asleep," he nodded.

"Yes, and when you awaken, you will remember NOTHING of thisafternoon... you never met Zarah, you have not met me... you spent the wholeafternoon jogging, and sleeping in the park. Repeat."

"...Jogging and sleeping in the park."

"Perfect. Here is your signal. extend your arm straight in front ofyou. Yes. Open your sleepy eyes. Good... now, hanging from your finger isa shiny pendulum, Bill. I'll take your hand and move it just a little.Watch the pendulum sway and sparkle in the light. When you see it clearly,tell me... "

"... I see it," he said, and his eyes swayed back and forth. Yes, thesight made my cock rise again!

"You see it sparkle clearly. This is your signal. When you get to thepark bench, hold out the pendulum, watch it for a few seconds, becomedrowsy, drop off to sleep right on the bench. Forget everything from thetime you met us today. Obey all my orders, Bill."

"I will obey you."

"Of course you will. Now you may leave. You are alert, and you willstay alert enough to get to the park."

He left us, and I turned to Zarah, with a semi hard-on. It stiffenedas she praised my abilities.

"You will make a wonderful master, James!" she cooed, "I knew youwould! Would you like to fuck me now?" She lay on her back, opened hereyes (and her knees) wide, and lifted her pudendum up toward me.

I was on her in a flash. The rest you can imagine, but it didn't lastlong, I was so exhausted!

Zarah.7txt Bill and Teresa

Next afternoon, Zarah and I walked up the sidewalk of a duplex on thenorth side of town. She confessed to being awfully turned on by her boutwith Bill the day before.

"James, I'm randy as can be!" she giggled, again using a slightlyantiquated speech that made me think that English was not her primarylanguage. "I just want to indulge myself with that hunk this afternoon...I'm sure you and Teresa can find things to do, mm?" She grabbed my hand,and rested it right on her ass as she glided up the walk to the small rowhouse ahead.

"I'm sure she'll find you attractive... especially since you don'tsmell as bad today!" Another giggle, and I blushed (and seethed a littleinwardly).

After our "guest" Bill had left us, I had fucked myself quickly into astupor between Zarah's thin but strong thighs. On recovering, I had beenheaded for my bathroom, when she had innocently asked my purpose.

"Gotta take a dump, Babe!" I said, nonchalantly, and stupidly! First,she hates cavalier macho terms like "babe!" Second, she remembered that Ihad teased her with Bill earlier that day, and now was an opportunity forinstant revenge!

"Did you say 'dump,' my dear?" she asked innocently. I was turning tomake another wise crack, when I felt her approach me. Her finger reachedaround to tap my forehead, and my legs stopped moving, as if a power switchhad been cut.

"What are you doing, Zarah?" I complained (still in Stupid Mode). Iwas awake, but rooted to the floor! I realized then that I had beenimplanted with more than one unbreakable suggestion, just as I had done toBill a few minutes before. THEN I remembered the video I had seen of myself"chained" invisibly in my bathtub.

The pressure in my bowels had perversely built up to a sharp pang allof a sudden, and I had to go! But Zarah was walking around behind me (I hadreached the kitchen before being zapped) and patting my bare ass fondly. Igroaned as she rubbed my groin, pressing it and making the urgency growunbearable.

"Ooopsy-doopsie, here comes your poopsie!" she chanted, and like anoverstrained spring, I felt my anal sphincter begin to give way. Shepressed me again, HARD, and... you guessed it... I was emptying my bowelsonto my linoleum. I grunted like a pig as the relief swept over me.

I confess now that I wasn't too embarrassed. I must have been"persuaded" on other unremembered occasions as a part of Zarah'sreinforcement, and indeed, she stated as much to me, as I mopped andscrubbed the mess away.

"Do let's remember the natural pecking order here, lover!" was hercomment, "and be glad I don't have you rinse off your nice clean floor witha deposit from the National Bladder Reserve!" She chuckled again as Ihurried away to piss (and to clean my lower half up) before she changed hermind.

My success with Bill lingered in my ego, even after that smallhumiliation, and carried me through my entrance into Bill's house next day.He and his wife were both there. Zarah had told me that she had been"helping" Teresa deal with a feeling that her breasts were too small. Iremembered Bill's fondness for big floppy ones, confessed to me the daybefore.

"We work with mental images, of course," Zarah confided. "You'll see,and I know you'll join right in with the spirit of the thing, won't youJames?"

I assented (I was going to say no, right?), and just before the dooropened, Zarah gave my cojones a gentle shake of encouragement.

Teresa was a fairly skinny brunette, possessing an ordinary figure withwide, bony hips. Her skin was a gorgeous smooth pale cream tone,unblemished except for several freckles on her cheeks and forehead. Ijudged her unexciting, probably because (horror of horrors!) she wasobviously uninterested in me! She seemed quite stand-offish.

Their living room was low-budget conventional, even sporting an old"Lava-Lite" over on an end-table! A small sofa and recliner, plus a coupleof chairs and the usual "entertainment module" made up the balance of thedecor. No books, no magazines save a Newsweek and a TV Guide.

After greeting us, Bill fetched beverages and Teresa plunked herselfdown on the sofa. She chatted exclusively to Zarah, while Bill ratherapologetically did the male-bonding bit with me about ball scores and thelike. He seemed completely unaware of his activities on the day before, andtreated me as a stranger that Zarah had dragged along. We were listening toZarah give some rather bland statistics about her "counselling work," whenshe shot me a sideways glance, and stood up.

"Bill and Teresa have been very helpful to me in my research, James,"Zarah remarked. She leaned over to the Lava-Lite and switched it on. Itglowed and started doing it's thing. Big deal...

Except it was a big deal to the young couple, whose chatter hadstopped, and who watched the lamp VERY intently.

"I use different reinforcement as is suitable and fun," Zarah said tome, now ignoring Bill and Teresa, who had sat back into their cushions,staring blankly at their lamp! "Of course, I've already done a few sessionswith them both."

Turning back to the pair, Zarah now commenced her verbal induction.

"What's happening to you, Bill?" she demanded softly, and Bill seemedto try for a minute to turn towards her. His eyes were already blinkingslowly.

"I am...watching the light...watching the light..." he intoned, as ifhe were chanting. "I can't look away...I must watch it...closely..."

"Watch it, Bill...right into it...and Teresa, tell me how you feel,dear."

"I can't move...my body is still...I am feeling so very...very..." shetrailed off, and I saw her right arm jerk a little on her lap. Zarah toldher to continue, and she did so, reciting her rote lessons obediently. Imoved right up next to her so I could watch her face and body closely.

"I see nothing but our light," she breathed. I saw her facial musclesloosen, and her features become smooth as she went on. "Nothing existsexcept for the light...the wonderful light...I must watch and listencarefully...listen..."

"What will you listen for, Bill? And you may close your eyes now."

"I will hear your voice, and obey your commands," Bill replied now, ina deep monotone.

His wife's arm jerked again, and commenced to rise off her lap,followed by the other. The hands lifted up towards her face, and herfingertips began to circle and stroke herself round her temples.

"What do you feel, Tessie?" The answer was instant.

"I feel my Mistress stroking me, making me go deeper and deeper."

"Yes, of course you are. Now as you drift away, you will find you mayspeak honestly and frankly without any shame before I make you go deeper.Tell us about your negative image of yourself."

"I've been embarrassed about my figure," began the girl. "I worepadded bras, but... but why should I have to, anyway?" she pleaded. Herface transparently showed frustration, and a tear lurked in the corner ofone eye, even as she continued her self-massage.

"All right, Tessie very good. I will now allow you to slow-w-wly spinright into your light... and deepen now," droned Zarah, and Teresa's facequickly cleared and her eyes shut. Zarah lowered the girl's hands to thecouch.

"I shall now open your blouse, my dear Tessie, feel its silky smo-o-o-othness slip and slide off the lovely sleek muscles of your elegant longneck, over the shoulders, over the shoulders and down the arms... smooth,smooth silk on your lovely bare, warm skin... those soft, strong shouldersand arms..."

Teresa allowed the removal of her clothing with a faint smile, and satup a little straighter with pride at her mistress' praise. Her bra wasquickly unsnapped and discarded, and I saw that Teresa's breasts were indeednarrow and elongated, with a tendency to be a little floppy. Their paleskin tone set off a lovely pair of pale pink tips. They rose and fell indeep untroubled breaths.

Lordy, I was hard! I wanted to lick her parted lips, and stroke thatunresisting flesh...I wanted to command her, as Zarah did so veryeffortlessly.

"Tessie, we know that beauty starts with fitness and pride, and self-love. You have been working hard on your pectoral muscles over the lastthree weeks, doing your exercises happily... show us how you work."

Teresa began a typical isometric routine of pressing and pulling handand arm movements. Indeed, the soft mounds lifted and fell, lifted andfell, bouncing with smooth elasticity as Teresa exercised. Zarah and Iwatched her silently for a while, and when she spoke again, her voice hadgrown huskier.

"That's wonderful, you can be very proud, girl... you may feel proud ofyour development... now that pride," she went on, seeing the woman smilehappily, "that is good for your mind and body. Now in a moment, I will turnyou over to James. You will allow him to guide you for a while, obey himinstantly just as you do me, yes?" The girl nodded.

"Oh, Williammm..."

"Yes..."

"Are you deep for me, dear?"

"I am very deep now..."

"Open your zipper."

His fingers fumbled at his trousers, like mine must have on that firstnight, like mine were now! Zarah brought two low stools closer, and liftedhis feet up to rest on them. She moved the stools about three feet apart,opening his legs. She then touched the subject's forehead, and said, morecommandingly, "James, pull off his pants and his underwear. That's fine,toss them over there, yes. Now Billy..." she crooned.

"Yes, Mistress."

"We can look at you, we're watching you respond to my commands...you're so lovely, my darling... we can see everything... we can see thatlovely package hanging so sweetly down between your thighs... hanging anddangling down, dangling so-o-o heavily and thickly... it's tingly, now,with a tingly, prickly heat, it tickles your knees, your thick muscles onyour legs, it tingles so-o-o pleasurably, doesn't it dear?"

As I watched, each slow regular beat of Bill's pulse seemed to surgeright up into his cock, and it stirred along his muscular thigh, stirred,and lifted rhythmically, pulsingly, more and more upright.

"Surging up into the air now, straight up...Billy, your penis will nowbecome fully erect for all of us to see. Erect now!"

The cock straightened out. It gave a jerk, frozen stiffly for aninstant, and I saw its knob swell as the man gave a little gasp. I reallyhad an impulse to touch its hardening length... but my hands were alreadyoccupied.

Teresa had continued her self-deepening, apparently oblivious to herhusband's condition, and I reached out to her. I touched her circlingfingers, and they stopped. I pulled her arms out in front of her, and theyremained stuck in mid-air, wherever I placed them. I lifted her arms aboveher head, and looked to Zarah.

Zarah had reached under Bill's shirt and was caressing his chest. Shenodded at me.

"Yes, Tessie's in a somnambulistic state... just like you'resleepwalking, aren't you, Teresa?"

Almost inaudibly came a low groan from the woman. I immediately begancaressing her face and neck, as if she were a living, breathing mannequin.When I pulled on her hands, after a moment she rose unsteadily from hercouch and stood before me. In the background of my attention was Zarah'svoice, as she took her pleasure with Bill.

"I just love to watch your erection, Billy... I'm so-o-o attracted tothe sight of your pulsing, twitching cock... your long root growing andswelling... you're getting stiffer and stiffer, Billy, stiffer andstiffer... remember, dear, you may not come yet, just tingle a while why Iwatch you."

I saw his root sway and twitch, stiffen and loosen. So did Zarah, whowas now undressing herself hastily.

I was standing before Teresa, my own member throbbing madly. Myfingers were fumbling at her skirt, pulling it down and off, and then herpantyhose. Her shoes were still on. I pulled everything down to the floor,and lifted one foot at a time out of the little heap. I could smell herpungent sweat. As I led her into the bedroom, I looked back.

Bill now sported a flaming red condom on his thick six or seven inches.He was sitting upright, with Zarah in his lap. His head still lay backalong the couch, but his hands were under her ass, and his bulging armsmoved her body effortlessly, up and down, impaling her slowly andrelentlessly like a weightlifter doing arm curls. Zarah called out inrather a breathless voice:

"Tessie! Do what James tells you now! You are sleepwalking, butresponsive! --Ohh, that feels good and hard -- James, bring her back soonfor -- ooooh! --- for her lesson!"

I looked again at MY subject (courtesy of the REAL mistress, ofcourse!) and almost creamed myself right then and there! Stark naked, soft,relaxed, ready to obey ME! What to do? What to try?

I tested her. "Teresa...can you hear me?"

"...Yes..."

"Teresa... I want your lovely eyes open for a moment." They opened,and she looked straight ahead.

"Wonderful. You are my subject, and I will now begin to control you.I will soon turn a very powerful magnetism on you. It will beirresistible... my voice, my hands, my burning stare... You will love thefeelings inside you as my power washes over you, Teresa. Prepare to respondto my power."

I made a theatrical beckoning gesture, and she turned towards me. Imotioned towards her hands, and they floated up in front of her. Silently,I continued gesturing, and soon her arms hung above her head, showingoccasional tremors. Her gaze was riveted on me, and she was breathing hard.

I swayed from side to side, and she echoed the movement. I closed thegap between us, and very slowly widened my eyelids. Again she copied thegesture.

I now reached out and grasped her firmly by the waist. I made hercontinue her swaying movements, and circled around behind her. My handsstroked up her side, through her tufts of underarm fuzz, up to her quiveringfingertips, and back down. My burning dick brushed across her spine, and Ijerked it against her body.

I left her standing there, and returned to watch her. I pointed downat my cock, and her eyes stared down at it. I held it, and circled itaround, she watching like her life depended on it. This was all too muchfor me. I lay back on her bed, and masturbated. It took only a few strokesuntil the juice boiled out and over my hand.

I stood up after I had calmed down. I held my slimy fingers in frontof her mouth, and brushed her lips.

"Sweet, very sweet," I said, and her tongue emerged to taste. Shelicked my hand clean.

I lowered her arms to her sides, and she sighed.

"Walk to your bathroom."

"Yes, James," she said, and she went in.

"Sit down. Good. You will wash every inch of your body now, til it'ssqueaky clean. Dry yourself well, then return to your living room. Quicklynow!"

I returned to see Zarah by the little stereo set in the living room.Bill sat upright on the sofa, eyes open and looking at us, nude, handsplaced flat on his thick thighs. There was no condom to be seen. Zarahsmiled languidly at me.

"You masturbated, didn't you?" I nodded. "Well, so did I, with somehelp. Well, good, the rest of the day is for our clients... and here comesour lovely starlet... Teresa, can you hear me?"

The girl ignored her, merely walked over to me and waited.

"Oh-h-h-h, you really made an impression, James! Give her back now!"I gave the instructions, and Zarah roused her to a semblance of wakefulnessalso. Neither could have been truly up, because there was no reaction toour nakedness!

"Now dears, I will play your special secret tape for you, just like youmay do when you feel like it. Listen closely as I've taught you!" Sheflipped the switch, and the audio began with her own voice.

HELLO, MY DEARS. I'M SURE YOU ARE ALONE, AND HAVE ABOUT AHALF HOUR FREE FOR YOUR EXERCISE. YOU WILL BOTH BE VERYSTIMULATED, SO BE SURE YOU ARE ALONE AND HAVE THE TIME TO PLAYTHE ENTIRE TAPE.

TURN ON YOUR MAGIC LAMP NOW, AND WATCH IT CLOSELY FOR A MINUTEOR SO. YOU WILL KNOW WHAT TO DO THEN.

Bill reached over, and in the silence they watched their Lava-Lite,slumping back in their seats quickly. The silence stretched out, and then asoft chime note faded into hearing.

WONDERFUL, YOU'RE BOTH PREPARED AND YOU MAY REMOVE YOUR LIGHT.TERESA IS SITTING ON HER CHAIR, AND BILL IS ON THE SOFA. YOUARE LOOKING AT EACH OTHER NOW. IF YOU HAVE ANY CLOTHES ON,REMOVE THEM. ENJOY THE SIGHT OF YOUR BODIES.

More silence, then another chime.

HEAR YOUR VOICES AS YOU PREPARE FOR YOUR EXERCISE.

Then came recorded voices of our two subjects, spliced into each other,with lots of echo, like in a dream.

BILL: YOUR SKIN IS VERY SMOOTH AND CREAMY. I LIKE TO SEEYOUR BODY. I LOVE TO SEE YOUR BREASTS.

TERESA: YOU ARE SO STRONG, AND I LIKE TO SEE YOUR BULGINGMUSCLES FLEX. YOUR LEGS ARE SO STRONG, AND YOUR ARMS CAN BESO STRONG, BUT THEY TOUCH ME SO SOFTLY AND TENDERLY TOO.

BILL: I WANT TO HEAR YOU TALK ABOUT YOUR BREASTS IN THATSPECIAL WAY. I WANT YOU TO SHOW ME EVERYTHING, AND TALK ABOUTEVERYTHING.

TERESA: I LIKE TO DO WHAT YOU SAY. I HAVE SPECIAL THINGS TOSAY ABOUT MY BREASTS, AND THEY MAKE ME FEEL GOOD. IT'S GOODTHAT YOU LIKE TO LOOK AT ME AND TOUCH ME.

BILL: WHEN YOU ARE PROUD AND STRONG I GET VERY VERY EXCITED. I FEEL EXCITEDNOW.

TERESA: I AM VERY PROUD AND STRONG. I WANT TO SAY MY SPECIAL THINGS NOW.

BILL: SAY YOUR SPECIAL THINGS NOW WHILE I WATCH YOU.

The chime interjected again, as the voices faded. The two pairs ofeyes were locked together. A soft gentle music started up in thebackground, and Zarah was heard again.

YOU HAVE ALL YOUR CUES NOW, AND YOU'RE BEGINNING TO FEEL VERYSPECIALLY TINGLY FEELINGS. KEEP THIS TAPE SAFE AS I TAUGHTYOU, UNTIL YOU DON'T NEED IT ANY MORE. ENJOY YOUR WONDERFULBODIES NOW, DEARS. YOU MAY BEGIN, TESSIE.

"Yes, Mistress," answered Tessie, "The edge of a spiral, the edge of acircle, the edge of a cone, a soft cone... around the edge and inwards tothe tip, the point of the cone, the mound, the breast. Feel my attentionspiralling slowly, slo-o-owly around the very outside edge of my bosoms, myeyelids can close now, as you watch me... watch and feel that focuscircling, circling, circling... circling... "

Her shoulders had ceased to slump, and were pulling backwards.

''I can feel my breasts. They feel... larger... more important... theyare sticking out from my chest... When I open my eyes, I will see youwatching them."

"I AM looking at them," answered her husband, "they're so soft andlovely, I can't look away... talk some more, honey, I'm getting hot watchingthem stick out at me!"

"You like titties, Bill... titties... My nice, nice tits, my titty-titty-titties... they're so-o-o nice... look hard, hard, hard at them..."and her hands held them up towards her husband. "What will I see when myeyes open up?"

"Baby, you'll see me on fire! Hold them up higher. Open your eyesnow, please! I want you to see how hot you're making me with your big softtits!"

Tessie's shoulders were back, and her hands fondled and stroked atherself as she looked across at the couch. Her husband was leaning wayforward, and he actually licked his lips as he stared at her offerings.

"Oooh sweetie," she crooned, "I love to see your eyes when they burnlike that. Do our special booby game now, I want to hear you talk, and I'lldo whatever you say."

"God, Tessie," he babbled on, "the skin on your tits is real smooth,smooth and white, and they move so nicely when you breathe in... I love tolook at them! You're holding and rubbing them, and you're getting excited,I can see! Your tips are all pointy and hard!"

"Mmmm... make me do the booby game, the booby game!"

"O.K., here we go, baby, ready? Concentrate, concentrate and I'll makeyou feel sooooo special. Jesus, I'm really hot now. O.K. I'm watchingyour beautiful boobies! They are looking so heavy and full of your sweethot blood pumping, honey," chanted Bill, "they're feeling strong, and heavyand big, like big, glorious melons... like wonderful, tingly melons... theyfeel like big udders, baby... like big, plump tight balloons... bigger andtighter... don't you feel them pulling you downwards, down to hands andknees, where they can hang heavily and softly down... their weight ispulling you forward and down... forward and down... down on all fours now!"

Teresa toppled over forward off her chair, panting, onto hands andknees. Her head hung loosely down, and swayed back and forth as she stillgazed under herself at her long swinging tits, and their hardened nipples.She crawled towards her husband.

"I'll lie on my back now," said Bill, stretching out on the rug, dickstanding up like a flagpole. "Come to me, baby. I want to look right up atthose big, sensitive boobies. So-o-o sexy you feel, you feel just like abig soft... beautiful... animal, you're really big now, baby."

I lay flat on my back, and soon saw her damp black hair brush hischest, saw her eyes, the heavily-breathing mouth and taut neck move, untilher engorged nipples dangled down just above his navel. They swung back andforth, sometimes achieving a circular motion as her torso wriggled. I washard again, my schlong poked up from my belly, and I let it out into thelight. Zarah held it lightly, squeezing now and then.

"Caress me now, James... very very gently, because I'm so-o-o silky-sensitive, you can begin a very slow caress... "

Tessie's nipples were like hard pink buttons, as he finally reachedthem with circling fingertips.

The swaying torso quivered, and I saw a hot droplet strike Bill'sneck... Tessie's cunt was dripping! Another drop, and that odor wafted upto my nostrils. His thigh muscles bunched up and relaxed as he drewfingertips delicately down her mammaries.

"Tessie, you're my beautiful animal." demanded Bill. "Tell me aboutyour bursting milk glands... your milk tubes are really burning hot.''

"Billy... I want to... I want to be... milked... oooh, milk my silky-smoooth tits, Billy... I want milking so bad... so bad!" Another splashfrom her cunny.

Bill began a loose, soft pulling sliding motion along their length...sliding down towards the tips, and grasping more firmly as they reachedTeresa's nipples. Tessie, eyes closed now, circled her torso aroundsensuously, deep into her fantasy.

"A-a-a-h-h... your touch is so strong, I want to give up al-l-l my hotmilk... my hot breast milk... milk me now... mil-l-l-lk and stroke... mil-l-l-lk and stroke me... God, I feel white hot while you mil-l-l-lk me..I'm so-o-o hot all over!"

Bill pulled and pulled. I saw the early droplets of liquid seepingmaking the tip of his cock shiny. He maneuvered her backwards so herdrooping head could reach him.

"Look, honey, I'm ready to burst... I feel really long and thicktonight! Kiss me and finish your story now, I'm getting ready to pop!" Herlips murmured over his prick, then he began pinching her nipples quite hard,and this set her off.

"Ah-h-h... you're sucking and mil-l-lking... suck... ing... mil-l-lk..mil-l-l-lk... mil-l-l-lk... " she babbled. "I feel the milk pouring outof me... the thick sweet milk pouring and flowing... flo-o-ow-w-wing... God,I can't stop the flowing... don't stop... I'm wide open... I'm horny... I'mreally horny... I'm thick, I'm gushing, my bags are hhu-u-uge and burstingwith thick sweet cre-e-e-eam... creeeeeam... " Drop after scalding dropfrom her cunt landed on his face and without even touching my own dick, Isensed my long-delayed climax nearing - as did Zarah. She stroked herselfand me simultaneously, with a more urgent rhythm now. Her practiced handbrought me to fullest extension as I braced myself and leaned back on myelbows.

"I can't wait, Billy, get up Billleeee," coaxed the girl. Come andsmelllll meeeee, taste meeeee..." and she knelt forward as Bill surged tohis knees and approached her cunt. His dick looked close up like a child'sbaseball bat. He snuffled and licked Tessie's cunt, and she squealed withdesire. His strong voice rang out hoarsely.

"You're all the way ready, cow... I'm your sweet long bull and I'm...going... to... mount... you... and... slide... way... unnngh... up...mmm... into YOUR CUNNNNT!"

The penis, in one smooth powerful motion, thrust into Tessie. Sheactually made low mooing sounds as her husband grunted and snorted as heplunged rapidly in and out. Her labia clove wide apart to make way for hisgreat thickness. His powerful hands grasped her hipbones and wiggled themaround, lifting her knees off the floor with his strength.

Tessie's juices oozed out from time to time, and I saw her scrape herbreasts over the carpet to stimulate them even more.

Zarah's hand automatically quickened on herself as she watched Billsplunging buttocks squeeze tightly together, then spread wide as he rearedback.

I spurted my emission onto her other hand suddenly.

Bill held Teresa's butt up in the air, as her legs waggled and whitejism oozed out from her cunt around Bill's pumping shaft.

Finally they were still, then she was lifted up and carried off to bed,as Zarah's "motivational tape" continued its soft program.

I left for home alone. Zarah insisted on staying there for a bit. Ididn't see her for several days, and I was jealous, thinking of her enjoyingBill's attentions, and wishing to practice on someone.

Zarah8.TXT: The Massage and Farewell Party

My final segment of this "fantasy" concerns my "graduation ceremony," mylast face-to-face encounter with the wonderful woman who had been my mistressfor so many weeks. I won't try to self-analyze this tale, just to say thatit happened as I am about to tell you. It occurred five days after our jointventure with Bill and Teresa.

Location: Zarah's motel office suite, in her back room. Kathy wassorting through some papers in the front room as I entered. She seemed to bebusy packing some boxes, but I got a bright smile, hug (and a highly personalsqueeze) and hello from the short, vivacious blonde "receptionist."

"Zarah says to go on back," she chirped.

I'd not been back to the actual bedroom before, where I'd last observedZarah and her two female "clients." It was just a bedroom, but aprofessional massage table and heat lamp stood along one wall. It was drapedwith a sheet.

"Hello, good to see you." In fact she had stayed away (as far as Iremembered) from my apartment since Bill and Teresa. Her manner seemedrather cool. Her next words turned this impression into something different.

"Katherine and I will be moving next week," she said. "I have booked aseries of performances in California, and I've spent the last several daysmaking sure that all our "clients" here understand that we may not be backfor some time."

My emotions were indeed mixed at this news. First came surprise, tingedwith anger that I hadn't been told earlier. I guess I thought I was someone"special."

"James, you know that it was our mutual needs that made our short timetogether interesting. You are not in any sort of "love" with me, nor do youconsider yourself as my "slave," Zarah answered shortly. "You and I havedone a lot of communicating about which you have no specific memories rightnow!"

I had to agree that that was certainly true! The woman had almost movedinto my pad without my conscious awareness!

But the other feeling that I felt, I'm ashamed to admit, was pure self-indulgence. I had used our relationship chiefly to achieve sexualgratification, on levels I had only dreamed existed! Menage, sex withcompliant strangers, exhibitionism, bowel and bladder control, to say nothingof dabbling in bisexuality, all under the "protection" and "control" of amutual "ringmaster!"

"Yes, and do you know that you stated the chief thrill in the lastplace, James?" came the reply, still in that weary, semi-depressed voice."Most of you are discovering your own sexual liberation, using hypnosis as ashield against embarrassment and hurt. Yes, yes," she continued, as Istarted to object, "you are different in that the domination issue isimportant to you. But do you realize that every single activity we've actedand seen together is perfectly legal between consenting adults? Were it notfor social strictures, you all could have been engaging in your lustfulexperiments all this time without me!"

This was true! I really hadn't thought of it that in that way before,but I might have performed any of these acts with Brenda, Lily or any otherwilling partners!

"Correct, James. Now think some more. You all are acquainted withothers in our group. Some of your specific memories will become hazy, and Ihave ensured that none of you will ever be able even to WANT to blackmailanother. But you all live around here, and similar pleasures are merely aphone call away!"

She was walking around behind me as I watched her in the bedroom mirror.I saw her reach a hand towards my neck, then felt her ol' Vulcan Mind-Meldtake hold. She leant my head back (unresisting as always) till I wasobserving the plaster ceiling as my consciousness sharpened. I didn't blankout, but remained docile as she caressed my face and neck. As I write this,I can state that I know she was talking to me, but I don't recall anythingbut a low buzzing murmur... my attention was kind of roaming around countingthe holes in the ceiling tiles, until she roused me with a little kiss on thecheek. Everything returned to focus.

"My back is bugging me today, James," she complained, in a manner thatstruck me as distant. "It must be from the packing."

"How about a back rub?" I offered. "I know something about backs."

She responded in a nonchalant fashion that put MY back up a little!"I'll tell you what to do."

She demurely turned her back to me, removed her shirt and slacks, walkedover to the table. I watch her ass twitch as she climbed up and positionedherself face down on the sheet, saying, "now no funny business, right? Ineed some muscles loosened, and that's it!"

Strange! from a woman that had shared so many sexual experiences withme. Nevertheless, I assented readily, and opened the bottle of massage oil.She told me to let it warm in my cupped hands before I began on her shouldersand upper back.

As I worked, she gave me fairly brusque instructions, just as she oftenliked to boss me around, as to how to press, where to roll my hands, etc. Ienjoyed seeing her naked skin under my hands, and gave myself privately up tofuck-fantasies galore. I rubbed, circled, squeezed and kneaded just as shetold me, and bit by bit, she relaxed, and began to groan softly as I "hitjust the right spot" now and again. Once, I let my hands stray down to thetop of her buttocks, and she warned, "Watch it, James!" but in a very mildtone.

Soon, all her muscles were relaxed, and between groans she informed me:"that's perfect... just keep it up... don't stop now," and remarks of thatnature.

"That's good," she grunted. "I feel like... like soft putty... thisis... so-o-o relaxing... just rub... you're doing great!" My ears perked up.I was hearing signals in her tone unlike any I'd caught before! It soundedas if let me run things... or she wanted to pretend to submit for a while.What an unexpected turn-on! I had to consciously steady my voice as Iquickly answered "You're the boss!"

"Of course I am... " she responded, but in a distracted, offhandtone.

I turned on the heat lamp, and continued my ministrations. Soon I triedmoving her folded arms down along her sides, and she allowed thisrepositioning with only another groan.

I very gradually began rolling my oiled fists further down her spinewith each pass, until I pressed her coccyx bone each time. I also steadilylightened my touch, moving from heavy pressure on each pass to lighter, morecaressing strokes. Zarah's breathing became deep and regular, and her bodywas motionless. She was not talking any more, I noticed!

I stroked heavily down each arm in turn, from shoulder blade, bicep,forearm and wrist, right off the fingertips. After several of these passes Iheard a faint whisper: "... Just... keep... going... it's perfect... " Hereyes were closed.

I lightened my strokes further, and finally dared to lift her arms awayfrom her sides somewhat, so that I could observe the sides of her breasts,pressing into the bedding. She was limp and unresisting, and I begancaressing her inner arms, and her sides. As my fingertips brushed over andover her palms, her fingers began to close up as if she were being tickled.I thought I was sensitizing her bodily response more and more with eachstroke.

I moved back to her spine, and, avoiding her backside, moved down to thebacks of her legs, very firmly and authoritatively pressing and kneading themuscles. No resistance, but more sighing. My strokes changed direction,starting at the knees and stopping just short of the base of each buttock.After only a few of these, I detected a change in her deep breathing. Ilightened pressure even more, until now each stroke was in reality a lightcaress.

"I can work better if I remove all clothing, Zarah," I whispered. Therewas no reply but another soft sigh, so I gingerly took the waistband of herblack panties and slowly but firmly slid them right down and off her legs.She was now completely nude. I gloated over every pink inch of her,especially those trim buttocks, whose muscles now appeared completelyflaccid. I was careful to maintain a continuous stroking of her legs, andshe was apparently too far gone to care about her nakedness.

"Zarah, I'll just keep on massaging you now," I said, tentatively.

"... Yes-s-s... " came the low, dreamy whisper. Her acquiescence gaveme more courage.

"I'll keep on with my stroking," I continued. "I like to stroke you,Zarah. It's very stimulating... this light stroking... I can tell you liketo be stro-o-oked this way too." I tried to pace my voice to sound like herown, and Zarah gave another soft "yes-s-s" in instant return.

I brushed oiled fingers and palms right up her spine to the nape of herneck, pinched it gently, and slid back down, where my thumbs found androtated the dimples at the top of her derriere. Finally, I let my fingertipsbrush, almost by accident, right over her pink ass cheeks. After just a fewof these, Zarah began responding differently. Her buttocks quiveredslightly, and the glutei would occasionally clench up. Each exhalation ofher breath now brought a very soft sighing sound.

I maintained a soft vocal tone, talking about "stroking" each time myhands passed over her length. I made my voice slower and deeper in pitchlittle by little.

I gained confidence with every new inch of territory gained. I startedsmall fluttery circles and spirals up her legs, and now, when I reached herass, I found those delicious muscles pushing back up against my palms. Witheach repetition, this effect grew more pronounced. Her breaths were coming alittle faster now. I made more regular passes over her buttocks, and as myteasing touch grew lighter, her upward response became stronger.

My hands were eventually running all over her cheeks at will, and theywould follow as if magnetized. The taut pale muscles pressed themselves moreand more firmly up into my circling palms, and her sighs had grown louder.

I pushed Zarah's legs back down flat onto the mattress. They were stillpressed together, and I began seductively brushing along their outer sides.I tried talking to her again, very softly.

"Zarah... ''

"M-m-m-m... "

"Zarah, what's happening to you? I'm stroking you now, ver-r-rysoftly... what's happening to you as I stroke you? What's happening to yourlegs? What are your legs doing, honey?''

"... feels good... " came the low answer.

"That's right, Zarah... I'm stroking your legs... stroking and strokingand stro-o-oking... I can tell you enjoy the feeling."

Sliding and caressing her thighs in continuous light motion.

"You like me to stroke those beautiful legs... I've noticed how...magnetic my touch feels to you, hmmm? How there's an almost magicalattraction between my hands and your body... my hands and your entire body asI stroke it..." I lightened up even more now as I brushed fingertips alongher knees, which immediately quivered in response.

"Your body shows a strong response to my hands, honey, almost a pullright into my hands, a strong pull... " and I placed palms on butt again, andfelt the upward thrust in response.

"Yes, you feel it now too... a strong magnetism... stronger andstronger, stronger and more powerful attraction... your legs now... thestrong response as I stroke your legs." I returned to her outer knees, andwatched in gratification as they quivered, quivered again, and began toseparate slightly!

"Yes, each loving caress is a magnetic stroke... magnetic... feel thestrong pull, the powerful pull under my hands... what's happening to themnow?" I tickled her outer calves, and the legs widened a little more.

"... Opening... up... " Her tone was suddenly high and breathless, asshe seemed to take on some little-girl persona.

"That's right, Zarah," I went on, now surer of my dominance. "You feelyour legs are opening at my direction. Opening up farther and farther now..." I murmured, and soon her knees were a foot or so apart. Again, she sigheddeeply.

"Yes, you may give deep, sleepy sighs as I continue to magnetize you...I love your deeeeep looose breathing under my soooothing touch... my magnetictouch... it's more and more strong, more and more hard to resist themagnetism... you feel soothed and relaxed, yet excited by my touch, don'tyou, honey? I love seeing your excitement... don't you feel helpless now?Helpless to resist my touch?''

"... Oh-h-h" she gulped, "... help... less... "

I changed to just a couple fingers on the inside of her knees, and herlegs closed. Back to the outside, and they opened. I ran palms up to herhips, and they instantly raised again!

"Yes," I intoned, "your body loves my touch... you love my strong handsto move you, guide you, magnetize you... command you... command you...command.''

"... command me," came the faintest of moans.

My hands roamed everywhere now. I rotated her temples, stroked herthroat, which made her extend her neck, and brushed the soft outer edges ofher bosom. I pressed down onto a palm, and as I lightened my touch, her armfollowed mine up off the table! I found her calf equally ready to liftupward, as one hand made light contact with it.

Now, with her knees somewhat apart, I had a subtle and captivating viewof her splendid mount, and its thick curling hairs. I maintained my touchand my patter as I moved around her, peering closely at the fur-linedtreasure waiting down between her oiled buttocks. I wished to see more, andI felt more sure of her willingness. I reduced my touches to one or twofingers here and there, along a shoulder blade, around her ears, and herflesh danced with excitement wherever it felt me.

I decided to go for broke, and now slid three heavy fingers right downher spine and paused, pressing lightly right at the top of her cleft. Myother hand I cupped over her forehead. I held her there, feeling my weightpressing her down. Her eyes were screwed tightly together, and her mouth wasopen. She had not moved her head in a while, there was a damp spot wheresaliva had dribbled out onto the mattress.

"Zarah," I tried in a firmer voice, "Your body responds to me eagerly.I have only to touch you and your body obeys... You want only to obey myvoice and my touch." I slid lower, against the upward thrusting of herbuttocks, slid my strong fingers further between her cheeks, down along herhot, furry channel. My oiled fingers split her thick labia easily, and slidbetween her cheeks, which only quivered, and offered no refusal.

The flat of my palm now reached way under her and cupped her mons,lifting upwards lightly, and her ass surged straight off the table as shebreathed "yess... yesssss!"

I removed my hands and stood back ogling the arch of her spine, theextreme tight curvature of her buttocks, and the clenching and relaxing ofher fists. I gloried in the film of sweat that shone over her entire skin.

"You may lower your beautiful buttocks now," I continued, in a veryfirm, matter-of-fact tone. "You may relax for a moment... but only for amoment. Remain ready instantly to respond again. Remain in your deep,obedient state. I want you to acknowledge my control now. Please repeat...you hear only my voice... "

"I hear only your voice... "

"I am your master."

"... You... you are... " she offered up a slight hesitation, and Ipressed her head and buttocks down again, forcing some breath out of her.

"I... am... your... master."

This time the response was quick, accompanied by a long, shuddery sigh.

"Yes. You are my master."

"Yes," I intoned, rewarding her surrender with another intimate,slippery caress. "Feel my strong hand as your body lets it sliiiide rightover you. Now Zarah, I will allow you a few moments to lie completelysubmissive and peaceful, knowing that I will control your thoughts andactions as I wish. Remain in your sweet rest until I command you further."With another light stroke I left her there, legs apart, one knee bentslightly.

In the outer office, Kathy's eyes widened as she took in my my oilyfingers and the flush on my face.

"I have to have a camera... the office camcorder!" I sputtered..."Zarah... Zarah's... come, please and set it up for me?" I pleaded. Shelooked solemnly at me, then without a word went to a cupboard. She broughtback tripod and camera to the bedroom, where she started at the sight of herboss in that uncharacteristic position!

Still without a word, she set up and started the camera, then climbed upon the large bed and just watched us.

Returning to the table, I reasserted my control over Zarah effortlesslywith a few fluttery passes, then positioned her stretched out face- downwards,with her legs pressed together. I made sure the camera could see every inchof her body. I breathed softly into an ear hole, and stepped back again. Irolled the table out into the room, so I could step behind it and be on-camera.

"I can see everything, Zarah, al-l-l of your body is mine to control.All of your will is fixed on obedience and submission... it feels so-o-o goodto obey your master! Speak!" I held my breath - was this carrying thingstoo far?

"... I... obey... my master... " she droned, in a drugged tone.

"Yes, of course you do," I commanded. "And now, Zarah, now you willnotice that when I speak about your body it will feel just like the powerful,arousing magnetic touch of my hand. My voice will touch you. I willdemonstrate this to you now." I knelt down and placed my head next to hers,so my face would be visible on-camera.

"I will begin long, hot caress now... from your nape... " and I brieflytouched her neck "... down, down, down your back... that's it, the pressuremoves right down your sensitive backbone... pressing you strongly down, down,down deeper and deeper into compliance... "

Sure enough, she arched herself as if in response to an actual physicalcaress.

"Your arms are being stroked now, right down to their fingertips... "and her fingers twitched and fisted up as before.

"Back dow-w-w-wn your spine, and now to a lovely light brushing andcupping of your buttocks." They quivered with a quick muscular contraction."Yes, those globes are s-o-o-o sensitive! Swirling, tickling, caressing andstimulating very, very lightly al-l-l over your buttocks... your beautifulhot buttocks... keep your knees together now!"

Her knees bent forward under her, pushing her buttocks off the bed. Imoved back around to pan the camera in close-up from her tense face, rightalong to her tush.

"Continual delicious circling, circling, circling... I own your ass,Zarah... I possess every luscious inch of your flesssshhh... give it to me, Iwill you to feel it!"

She was flexing visibly, ass circling in mid-air, as she had when I wasactually touching her earlier. One cheek tightened, then the other, thenboth would stick up farther for a moment, displaying her anus and the rearportion of her hairy slit. I continued her arousal verbally, talking to herof her obedience.

Katherine was still... just watching, but her eyes were large and moistin the lowered light of a bedside lamp. I moved over to her.

"Is this alright for you, Kathy?" I asked. "It's so strong, I have todo it!"

She looked back at Zarah, and her hands began to slide under her skirt.She turned her humid orbs to me, and whispered:

"In the drawer there, the top drawer, James!"

I withdrew a good-sized dildo, and handed it to her. I watched as shefingered it suggestively.

I returned to MY subject... MY subject, with her butt now humped up intothe air!

"You are trying to keep your knees together, and yet I can see rightbetween your hot cheeks! That's right, no matter how hard you try and try toresist my power, you find that your arousal is pumping hot blood into yourvery secret places. Pumping and pumping right into them!

"Those very secret, private places are hot!" I chanted, "hot andbeginning to fill up. Yes, I see your moist, thick flesh as it beginspouting and parting... You've never experienced this thrill before, have you?To fe-e-l-l those lips of your sex become plump... plumper... plump - er andplump - er... say it, my sweet Zarah, say it!"

I was popping little breaths into her ear with each word, and sheresponded: "... plumper... plumper... plumper... plumper..''

"Yes, so hot and they push outwards, they're so deliciously hot andplump, aren't they? There's no secret now, Zarah they're pouting open as Iseduce you and arouse your inner heat with my power... "

And there they were as I returned to check the camera, her inner labiaswollen out dramatically, moist and reddish-brown before my feasting eyes. Imoved the camera to one side, and set a fairly tight shot on her fanny. Iremoved my clothing, and my erection was twitching as I moved up behind thatincredible sight.

Katherine's skirt had hiked up, and her thighs squeezed together, as sheran her play penis over them, then slipped it under her white cotton panties,rubbing it around. Her dampness allowed her own inner engorgement to bevisible to my fascinated eyes. She twisted her pelvis against the seductivefeelings of her smooth, thick tool. It pushed the sodden material aside, andpoked and slid delicately across the top of her triangle.

I made sure that both she and the camcorder had a clear view of Zorah'sintimate organs, no longer intimate at all, but brazenly outthrust.

"Yes, your knees are together, but your sex is wide wide open now. I amright behind you. You will now feel the hot head of my erect penis stimulateyou even further. Feel it? I will tease your plump pussy up and down...up... and back down... spreading your hot, flowing arousal everywhere." Ilet my twitching touch her at random all round her rotating ass.

"You hear nothing except my voice, my commands and your own pleasuresounds," I said quickly, because Kathy over on the bed had plunged her toolquickly inside her, and now lay there moaning as it stuck out from her pussy.She tapped on its end occasionally, and squeezed her thighs together.

Yes, Zarah was ready... her voice urgent now as she repeated sensuously,sort of to herself now: "Plump-er... plump - er... "

"Zarah, feel," I now ordered. "Feel all your heightened tension now, aswaves of delicious moist tingling spread from your cunt outwards!"

I inserted my cock tip into her, and was unprepared for her instantreaction! Her rear pushed backwards right over most of my length. She gavean almost inaudible whimper. She moved forward again too quickly, and Istopped her hips to make sure we both felt every inch of our throbbingcontact.

I held her still, and watched as her lips stretched open to admit myknob, then stared as her tight channel swallowed every inch and my balls weredangling against those quaking muscles. I saw that my pubic stubble, nowgrowing back out but not yet curly and soft, scraped her labia lightly.

"Zarah, obey me! You may enjoy one silent, beautiful orgasm in tenpulse beats. Count them to yourself... you're hotter and hotter... then comefor me! Obey!" I shouted, and gripped her cheeks, kneading her flesh.

When her internal quiver began, I held her motionless against my belly.Her pleasure seemed to last for minutes, fluttering against my rigidity, butbefore I could come, I withdrew slowly. Her cunt lips remained fairly wideopen as I left her. I separated her knees by about two feet, and popped outof the volcano. The air felt cold on my superheated erection, but I haddecided an a final course of action for the video.

I showed myself to Katherine, presenting my slimy length to her hungryeyes, and, still bearing her rigid intruder, she slid down to the edge of thebed and presented me with HER privates! I tickled her clit a moment, thenpulled out her dildo, and gave it to her to suck on. She slurped it noisilyas I thrust into her. She wanted a good fuck, but I knew I had only enoughfor one, and Zarah was still waiting further attention, so I grabbed thedildo back, and, holding Kathy's knees apart, gave it back to her fast andstrong. As she climaxed, I suddenly stopped the thrusting motions, andsimply tapped rhythmically on the exposed base of her dildo. This caused herto thrash about and grab onto it again. I let her finish herself off, quiteloudly. Zarah paid no notice.

I remembered Zarah's willingness to exploit my bowel and bladder controlfor her own amusement. I had a brain flash. I left and returned shortlywith some towels, which I spread between her legs. I brought a saucepan infrom the kitchen, too. I positioned myself at her rear, and was soon erectagain. I dipped my cock back into her cunt an inch or so, and rotated it ina slow circle with my hand. I pulled out and slid around her now-exposedclitoris a few times, then parked just inside her twat again. She was movingagain, pinned by my organ in mid-air.

"Zarah," I said, firmly, "Zarah, your body is at my command! All yourresponses are mine to command, aren't they!" A quick inner plunge and anequally quick withdrawal brought a response instantly.

"... ah-h-h-h!... yesss... "

I continued stimulating her pussy and surrounding area with my dick. Ihad soon reduced my circling motion to just one finger. I rocked back andforth continually with my prick, but remaining about the same depth.

"Zarah, you know my touch can relax you or stimulate you, can't it? Isubjugated your will with my caresses, and I stimulate your beautiful sexwith just a word. Listen and obey... listen and obey... focus all yourattention on THIS finger, Zarah... " My finger circled around, twirlinglightly about her ass, moving in closer and closer to her anus.

"That very tight sphincter is a muscle, isn't it? What am I touchingnow? Answer me!''

"... my... bottom... " came the whisper.

I corrected her with sudden stop of my prick, and she gasped insurprise. I wriggled my fingertip all around the puckered anus.

This muscle holds in the contents of your rectum, as you know verywell," I said. It is your anus. Say it!''

"My anus," came the answer, quickly. I resumed gently thrusts into hercunt.

"Yes, of course. Your anus. You must answer immediately, Zarah. Fe- e-el your reward... here is your reward from Master," and I plunged in and outonce again. She whimpered with pleasure.

"Yes, the anus controls your rectum and your bowels, Zarah... bowels...your bowels... ''

"Yes... my bowels... " came the breathless mutter as my finger roamedover her cheeks as if poking dough, and tickled along her perineum leading tothe brown hole.

"Bowels, Zarah... hear and obey my voice! Your bowels feel full rightnow, don't they? and you will find yourself needing very soon to dischargeyour wastes... to let go... to lo-o-o-osen those very strained muscles... "

My finger paused at her back gate, and I inserted just its tip. As Icontinued to speak, I withdrew my erection.

"Just a little bit at first, you'll find a strong inner pressurebeginning to build. You soon realize your bowels are full, fuller, andfuller as I speak to you... they are actually packed tightly with hot brownsolids, that will expand tighter against your control, Zarah... more and morepressure... feel the pressure building... resist as best you can!"

Soon, Zarah had lowered her hips to the bed to help her control, and hermouth tightened up, trying to restrain the feelings I was evoking.

I had stood up to adjust the camera angle again, when I felt soft cuppedhands roaming over my own ass, and a scalding hot tongue force its way up myown crack! Katherine's surprise assault distracted me only for a moment.

"You can't fight me, Zarah, you are attuned to my will now! You likethe hot feeling, the knowledge that soon I shall allow you to let go... letgo soon, on my command... test your readiness now, woman... You cannot movenow!... You are paralyzed... concentrate on my powerful finger... "

My index finger gently circled her exposed hole and slipped furtherinside. She grunted loudly at the intrusion, and her powerful sphincterclenched around my knuckle, but I continued pushing, and slipped in to thelast joint. I soon was causing her to rotate her ass high in the air justwith the movement of my finger, and I felt her convulsive efforts to stayclosed. Her face was beet red, either from embarrassment or strain, I wasn'tsure which!

Katherine found me bending slightly to make her own assault easier.Soon I felt sharp teeth nipping at my buttocks, and oiled fingers slippingbetween my own defenses. I pushed backwards and let her oily fingers slideup over my balls, and back along my crack. She gently pushed her own oiledhand up to my prick. I groaned.

Soon, under my fingertip I could actually feel the hard end of a turd,trying to push its way towards Zarah's entrance. "Wait, Zarah, you can'trelease yet... though you want to, you won't be able to open and relax thatsphincter till I say so! It's so full, so ready, isn't it? The lovely, hot,hot pressure inside your bowels? Tell me, Zarah!"

She spoke loudly now, unembarassed in her need. "God... I have toshit... it's pressing inside, so much pushing... it's hot... let it comeout... please!" As I withdrew my finger slowly, her anus was puckering andpursing up like a kissing mouth, and the brown head of that first turd soonappeared in the opening.

"What do you feel there at your opening, Zarah?''

"Ngnghh... a turd... can't hold it in much longer... nghghgh... "

"Yes you can, because I leave you just enough control to make you wait!"

Each time she dropped her control, more and more of the turd peeped outfrom her anus. Finally it had poked out too far to be withdrawn, and alittle hard lump was cut off, and fell onto the towels spread beneath her.

My own lower half seemed to have been dipped in oil by this time, asKatherine's teasing fingers slid everywhere. I wanted my own release now,but decided to take Zarah in her ass.

"Zarah!" I now finished, "You are so tired now, and I will now let yourelax your control... as I pull your cheeks apart, wider and wider, wider andwider, the impulse to release will overwhelm you. Your crack will open widenow. You must let those long, hot turds push and thrust right out! Yourbody wants to expel. Your hole will spasmodically release. You may l- o-o-o-osen your bowels now, Zarah. Open them and release... here it comes...letting go al-l-l that pressure... feels so good now, Zarah... now!"

I grasped her butt, and slowly and rhythmically pulled the cheeks widerapart. They softened and relaxed, but I felt her belly tighten beneath her.

Instantly, the first turd thrust smoothly out of a wide open sphincter,and her cracked voice bawled out. "Un-n-ngh... un-g-g-h-h!" With each of mypulls outward, more and more brown matter appeared, dropping down over herpussy hairs, and plopping in lumps onto the towels. I released my grip onher ass to grab the saucepan, but still her expulsions continued. She wasnow moaning and sighing very low with relief.

I held the pan below and slightly behind her crack. I knew thaturination would follow, and sure enough, a bright stream shot out backwards,as she lost all residual control. The hissing was loud as the urine splashedinto the pan.

Soon her clenching abdomen forced out the last small dribbles frombladder and rectum.

When the flow trickled to a halt, I told her:

"Now, Zarah, relax now... there's just your beautiful ass right up inmid air - relaxing from your delicious release. You will keep it way, way upin the air, while I clean you, and you may tell me how it felt.''

"I couldn't hold back... I had to let go... I had to give up and leteverything out of my bottom... it was looser and looser... ah-h-h!" shesighed deeply, shuddered and became completely limp. I cleaned her up withsoft moist cloths, Katherine helping, then suddenly decided I'd like to trybuttfucking my mistress. I wanted her clean inside, so I went and got herenema bag, filled with warm water.

"Remain motionless, and hold in this luscious liquid, Zarah," Icommanded, and injected her bowels with the enema probe. I left the nozzlesticking out of her asshole for a time, focusing the camera extra closely onthe sight. Then, at my order, she released the liquid into the pan, and Irepeated the dosage a couple of times, until her output was clear. I thendried her, to the sound of her deep, soft exhalations.

"Beautiful, Zarah, you relaxed, happy and ready for one final climacticrelease. Prepare for your master."

I then paid tribute to her completely exposed beauty with soft suckings,licks and kisses. I slid her down the table until her rump hung over theedge of the pad. I lubricated my cock with pussy juice and lotion. She laypanting but motionless, as I slid my hardness into her pussy, pulled out, andrubbed myself all around her glistening crack. When my cock touched theanus, I was pleased to note an automatic loosening of her muscle, and Islowly and gently pushed the tip of my dick inside. I found that herdistended rectum was quite moist with natural mucus, and she gave way easilyto my penetration. I slid slowly and steadily in, in, in, and soon my ballswere brushing against her labia.

I rested there for a while, savoring complete dominance, and then,reaching forward grasped her wrists, and tugged them till her hands lay underher pelvic bone.

With my dick throbbing inside her empty bowel, I began whisperingarousal suggestions to Zarah, while stroking and tickling her perineal areamore and more insistently.

"You will now become extra, extra horny, lover... " I commanded."Rouse yourself, Zarah... your rectum is completely filled... it is stuffed,and your cunt is glistening with your juices... feel that hot, hot cunt...that extra hard clit, poking out from your lips... poking out harder and moresensitive from those hot, sweet cunt lips... juicy... you're so very veryjuicy that you must feel for yourself. Fe-e-e-el yourself... stroke andtickle yourself while I stimulate your bottom again! I command you tomasturbate, harder and harder, Zarah... masturbate now!"

I felt her muscles clench spasmodically around my cock as she began tofinger herself, and as she moved swiftly towards orgasm, I held myself stilland just watched and felt the show. The buttocks impaled beneath my gazewere racked by tremors. Katherine was now rubbing them with one hand, whileher other worked around my own crack.

Now Zarah's final climax let go, and the pressures and squeezings of hersphincter on my cock were just unbelievable! Her pelvis dropped flat ontoher flailing hands, popping my stalk out unexpectedly, even as my own pre-orgasmic liquid was beginning to drip. My own legs trembled as I stood up ontiptoes, rubbing myself along her crack, and Katherine jerked me off, her ownhand a blur as it slid up and down, and she tickled my own anus unmercifully,actually trying to hook me into the air with one crooked finger.

My dick could hold no more blood, and was painful! And now my pumpingbegan. A flare in my testicles! I held back, held back, held back, then letgo. My penis bubbled and boiled over, flowing its thickened cream overZarah's lower body as Kathy flipped its bulb over and over in Zarah's tautcrevasse. Another small jet that felt like a quart covered her! and Kathynow just contented herself with caressing my buttocks and lightly pulling andmilking out the last of my flow, spreading it over the sweat-misted,softening curves of my mistress... mistress no longer.

Zarah's arms were pulled from underneath her. I noticed that her eyeshad partly opened, unfocused, and that her softened lips were slkightlyupturned in a very small smile. I spread her cheeks one last time, andgently paid oral tribute to her submission, laving and gently probing hernow-flaccid labia. Zarah pulsed once again, and she sighed weakly as Kathyand I slid her back up on the massage table.

"Zarah, my treasure, my teacher, my slave... you will sleep, sleep anddream of me, and my farewell to you," I now ordered. "Sleep deeply now, youmay awaken when you are ready."

I told Kathy, who still caressed the totally flattened body of her boss,to insert the dildo partway into Zarah's anus and leave it sticking there. Ileft the camera and videotape to run out, and dressed myself. Zarah wouldview it in future, I was sure.

Katherine now clung to me, and I led her over to the bed. I tucked herin, and she kissed me deeply, eyes shining, and whispered, "I know I'll seeyou again, James, sometime! Zarah will be back, and if she never does, I'llcome myself!"

I left the motel. As I write these last lines of my "fantasy," sixyears after that evening, I have not heard from either lady again. Much ofit seems like a dream to me, and to Brenda, Lily, Bill and Teresa and acouple of others. Yes, I still see them occasionally. I am married now, toa wonderful free-spirit (and good subject!) whom you have already met in thisaccount. My total preoccupation with hypnosis has diminished, though weoften semi-pretend with each other, to play-act that one has enslaved theother.

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Since you've read this very long account, I assume that it has givenyou some pleasure, some excitement... possibly some intense moments that mayhave resonated within your own psyche... To command, to obey, to pretend tocommand or obey... all these powerful "control" issues can bring powerfulpleasure to those attuned to them. Perhaps you've been sitting in an easychair while reading... or reclining on bed or couch... perhaps your own hand,or the hands of a loved one, have wandered into your secret gardens,stimulated by some of the passages. Perhaps you felt so strongly influencedby thse words passing under your scanning eyes, that you felt some sexualstimulation suffuse your body, as your eyes would scan left to right, scanningleft to right... word upon word, sentence upon sentence, page after page, asyou felt yourself becoming more aroused and more aroused as you allowed yourgaze to scan automatically on and on and on..... And now, as your eyes wanderacross my final words, back and forth across the long long lines of letters,left to right... you may feel with each scan and each drop that warm buzz inyour own lids as the eyes must drop down again. Your eyes scan along, drift..and drop another line, and they can strain as you feel your eyelids scan anddrop again and drop again to a new line as you may feel them just droop downlower, that's right, and now at the edge of this line your eyes may just dropdown easily... each time more and more heavily... the lids feeling heavierand more and more heavy... drooping lower and lower and lower... anddrop those heavy eyes and those heavy heavy lids as you drift offheavier and heavier now, soon your heavy burning lids may justdroop completely shut and you may hear your breath softenand your limbs sink, and your mind focus and you canjust strain your eyes to focus... across the last...heavy... heavy lines... and your eyes maysoon close heavily, and you drop intoan exciting doze where your mostintimate visions and dreamsmay be realized.... hereyou go now... you canbarely see these...last.. lines...and you aredriftingaway...driftnowandgoonandonandonandon

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