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Disclaimer:(standard) Do not screw up. Do not do anything illegal.
This includes specifically (but not limited to) reading on if you are
under 18- 21 in some localities If you are underage you must leave
now. If you're young and curious, this is not the place to get the
straight story. You act like this and people will look at you strange
and give you a wide berth. Also, don't try this at home. Some of this
stuff is just plain wrong, most of it is unsafe in the present viral
climate and some of it doesn't work in this universe. They are stories.
They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be
pleasant in real life. Thoughts are like that. Fantasies are there so we
can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain,
despair or humiliation. End Sermon.
A Sheltered Life
For me, being from Iowa was an inferiority complex waiting to
happen. Nothing I had grown up with had prepared me for southern
California. I know my own self-awareness was the biggest difference
between me and the rest of the transplants, but it set a foundation for
Steven to build on.
And it wasn't until we had moved to Arizona that he started to
pull my strings. It may have even been just an accident because of
where we lived.
Arizona isn't all flat. It isn't even as flat as Iowa. We lived on
hills just outside of Phoenix and the houses were terraced up and down
the elevations. That meant we could look up and see houses and we
could look down and see other people in their yards. Or at least the
groupings of stone that pass for yards here.
I never caught him, but I think Steven was watching one of our
downhill neighbors sunning on her patio. That's my guess why he
suddenly began his campaign to get me naked outside. He didn't even
start easy by trying to skinny-dip in the hot tub at night. He wanted me
to just strip off in the middle of the day where anybody above us could
be watching.
"So what if someone sees you? You afraid you'll drive them all
sex-crazy?" he asked.
"Don't be stupid, You know what I mean. It's brazen. And it
looks like I'm asking for it," I told him.
"Boy, you're some feminist. Aren't you talking about the
ultimate in objectification? I'm naked, so I must want to have sex with
you. Don't you think you ought to have the right to walk naked in your
own yard if you want to? You don't have to live a sheltered life any
more," he lectured me.
"That's silly. I don't want to walk naked in the yard," I told him,
not going to fall for his weak first try.
"Jesus Christ, for once risk the binding- open the book all the
way. Now just take off your suit. I want to see you naked outside," he
said with an edge in his voice.
I had objected. All we were going to do was argue and I was
going to end up naked on the patio anyway, so I gave in. I was hoping I
could make him feel like an asshole. I was planning on giving him a
haughty stare while I stripped and then wave woodenly to any
supposed peepers looking down at me. That was the plan.
I untied my top full of resolve, but as I felt the fabric lose
contact with my skin and the warm air flow over my breasts, I couldn't
keep that focus. There could be a hundred guys- and children- and
other women looking down the hill. They would be looking at my tits.
A lot of times people say they've seen breasts before so it's no big deal,
but those weren't mine. There seemed to be a very real presence in my
head at the base of my skull shouting into my brain- you slut, whore,
hussy!
I was bathed in the tingling of terrible sin as I dropped my top
and felt gingerly for the waistband of my bottoms. I wasn't sure that I
would be able to finish this. I feared that the excess of emotion would
make me pass out before I could reveal the deepest of my secrets to the
Arizona sun. I certainly didn't need the sun to scorch me pink. I was
flushed with the biggest blush I ever had as I tugged the bottoms over
my white, sun-virgin ass.
It was our own back yard, but I had already elevated the count
of eyes on me into the thousands in my own mind. I felt like a prize hog
on display at a county fair. I felt exposed and vulnerable to every
distasteful twist of imagination possible.
I felt excited. I was breathing with the rapid, shallow breaths of
fear, and my twat was swollen and seeping with the shame and the lust
confusing themselves in my mind.
I think Steven had much, much more planned for our little nude
posing session, but I was in no mood to drag out the feeling. I was
trembling with the emotions pouring through me and he saw his
opportunity. He let me drag him into bed as one concession.
Lord God Almighty! It was the best sex we had ever had. I had
an orgasm as he was rubbing his cock over my slit trying to find the
entrance. And then I beat him to a second orgasm even though he was
fucking me as fast and hard as he could looking for the quickest climax
he could have.
It was a little easier to talk me into getting naked in the back
yard after that. But as surely as we had found a great tonic for out sex
life, it started to fade in effectiveness. Steven had been right, thought he
hadn't meant to be. I should be able to walk around naked in my own
back yard. I got used to it and developed the attitude that if they
wanted or needed to look to get off- let them.
But this time it was me that was dissatisfied. As I lost the fear
of stripping, I lost the prick of passion as well. The thrill wasn't gone,
but it certainly didn't amp me like it had the first few times. I missed it.
I really wanted the thrill back.
I even figured out what it was that made me so horny. It was
the shame. It was humiliation. And pretending didn't do it. Pretending I
was showing off in church only pretended to excite me. I needed to do
something that pricked my moral code. It had to be a real conflict or I
didn't get the rush. Steven said he understood.
I didn't know what he was planning when he packed us into the
car 'for a drive'. He was so spooky, I had a glimmer, but nothing more.
We ended up at Lake Roosevelt up by Payson and he rented a pontoon
boat for us.
For those of you that think Arizona is a desert, let me tell you
about the lake. It sits nestled amid sharp overhanging cliffs in many
places, flattening to allow approach only at its ends. It is also a very
popular recreation spot since a lot of the rest of Arizona is a desert.
Now, mostly the people stay at one access or the other. There's
swimming and fishing and boating all cordoned off by markers for each
purpose. That's why it was only a little stimulating when Steven stopped
the boat between the cliffs and told me to take off my clothes. Sure, I
was in a public place, but I didn't see anyone around.
A boat might come down and see me, but that was little better
than standing naked on our patio. It was enough of a risk to draw my
nipples taut and make me shiver even in the warm sun, but I wasn't
twisting up inside- yet. I walked to the front of the platform like a
figurehead on an ancient ship and held up my arms to the sky. Steven
started the boat slowly moving forward again.
There was a tingle as we moved toward the unknown. We were
trolling for witnesses and the chance vibrated excitement through me like
the thrum of the motor vibrated the aluminum platform beneath my bare
feet. Yes, I was brazen. I was naked for anyone passing to see. The
thrill warmed as we moved between the walls of rock and I was soon
living in the fantasy of people seeing me and pointing in shock.
Steven gave the motor one burst that nearly dumped me on my
ass and then shut it down. We drifted forward around an outcropping
and suddenly I was caught. There were three young men camping on
one of the rare beaches created by rockfall in the canyons. They
glanced and then three heads shot up like startled deer as they saw me
standing in the bow.
I could feel the red flush spread from my neck down over my
chest and up my thighs from my crotch. I blushed crimson from head to
toe as I saw these guys staring to capture this moment indelibly on their
brains. I was frozen for the moment and Steven urged me quietly.
"Don't cover up," he said in a low tone, "This is your chance.
Pose for them. Show off for the campers. Give them a good show."
I was still caught in the static net of my uncertainty and excess of
emotion as we drifted closer and I realized I was standing motionless with
my arms still half extended and hanging dumbly in mid-air. It was almost
the old west quick-draw position as we slid ever closer over the surface
of the still lake. I felt ridiculous as well as embarrassed, but at least the
young men weren't laughing at me.
Steven, however, had ideas.
"Move, dammit," he said, rather sharply, "Shake your
moneymaker for the boys. Show 'em some moves. And for Christ's sake
give 'em some pink."
There was no more room for additional blood to flood the
capillaries under my skin, but if there were, I would have blushed afresh
as Steven made his obscene demands. I remember the heat from my
burning ears next to my head as I brought my hands back and started to
sway. I was trying to dance, but it was as if the humiliation had my feet
glued to the deck. And all the time we were drifting closer and closer to
the boys.
We were no more than 25 feet offshore when Steve came
forward and shocked me by slapping me across the bottom.
"Move!" he demanded and I was hurled into what I thought was
a sexy dance.
I think Steven took pity on my sad display at that point because
he kept feeding me instructions under his breath.
"Shake your shoulders- make your tits swing. The hips in circles.
Turn around and shake your butt. Bend over and pat your bottom.
Touch your breasts. Hold them up. Squat and spread yourself open."
The words sound terrible as I recall them, but at the time I was so
overcome by my shame and dismay that I could only follow his directions.
Even the obscenity of the acts themselves- spreading myself so strangers
could see inside my womanhood- did not rouse any protest in my trance-
like state of ... Lust- it was lust, however much the staid Iowa farm girl
wished not to acknowledge this darker part. My cheeks burned with
shame as my fingers performed these undreamed of acts of exhibition, but
there was no denying the flowing wetness they found as they parted the
nether lips.
The bow had softly grounded on the steep edge of their rockfall
and I was no more than 10 feet away from their wondering faces now.
They could see every hair fringing the red mouth of my cunt and they too
had to realize how turned on I was at showing myself to them. Then
Steven raised the stakes again.
"Hey! Don't you guys got cameras?" Steven shouted out to them.
He broke their spell as he had broken mine and their still tableaux
became a fury of motion. As they scrambled for the cameras, Steven urged
me up onto the seat of the craft. There I would be unobstructed from the
knees up as my pictures were entered in their scrapbooks.
The ice broken, the boys became my masters. After a few
moments of parading on the seat, one called out for me to show him my
ass. Then they all were directors, calling for this pose or that as they
snapped souvenir photos of their extraordinary day.
I was only excited now. The flush had become a glow as the
exhibition exhilarated me and I felt queenly as I exposed myself to them.
I was deeply in arousal as I posed. My cunt flowed its honey and my
breath came short and quick from the stimulation of their gazes carressing
me. I wanted a hard cock so bad.
And Steven accomodated me. He pulled me off the bench and
lowered me to my knees in front of him. The quick hiss of his zipper and
his erection sprang out at me and I eagerly gobbled it in. I was so hungry
for it that I was halfway down his cock when I remembered where we
were and that an audience was watching and perhaps photographing my
performance.
I no longer cared. The shameful start had become this lustful state
where Steven's cock was the only thing that mattered in the world. No,
the audience mattered. It made it feel like I was being taken by all four at
once as I knelt and sucked my husband's cock for them.
After a short time, Steven touched my head and said, "I want you
at the rail. Kneel on the seat and hold the rail in both hands."
The boys were shouting bawdy encouragements as I took the
position, arched and open for Steven to step behind me and plunge his
hard cock into my cunt. And then he fucked me for their amusement.
Their amazed faces are a blur as I think about being taken over
the rail. I saw, but didn't see as my mind was distracted by the hard pole
plunging inside me. I was vaguely aware of my breasts flopping with each
insistent slap of Steven's belly on my ass and I remotely heard my cries of
delight as he explored my core with his hard cock.
But then I only heard the echoes of my shrieks bounce off the
rock walls as Steven fucked me through an orgasm and then a second as
I was lost in the mists of lust, screaming and begging for more in words
that I do not admit I know.
That was food for further humiliation as I came back to my senses
and knew what I had just done. I had shown that deep, dark recess that
even I would not look into. I had displayed it openly to strangers. Tingles
of guilt suffused my body as those realizations came over me. I was again
caught in that delicions warzone between the farmgirl and the dark desires
within.
But, as I imagined he planned, Steven's energetic filling of my
cunt had gently, thust by thrust, caused the boat to ease back into the
channel and we were floating away. Steven zipped his fly before he
stepped away and I realized that the boys on shore had not gotten the
least glimpse of his own nudity. He had retained his privacy and dignity
while stripping me of the last shreds.
The boys waved and shouted thanks as he eased the motor on
and pulled slowly down the lake.
"What now?" I asked.
"Are you satisfied, or do you want more?" Steven asked.
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This includes specifically (but not limited to) reading on if you are
under 18- 21 in some localities If you are underage you must leave
now. If you're young and curious, this is not the place to get the
straight story. You act like this and people will look at you strange
and give you a wide berth. Also, don't try this at home. Some of this
stuff is just plain wrong, most of it is unsafe in the present viral
climate and some of it doesn't work in this universe. They are stories.
They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be
pleasant in real life. Thoughts are like that. Fantasies are there so we
can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain,
despair or humiliation. End Sermon.
A Sheltered Life
For me, being from Iowa was an inferiority complex waiting to
happen. Nothing I had grown up with had prepared me for southern
California. I know my own self-awareness was the biggest difference
between me and the rest of the transplants, but it set a foundation for
Steven to build on.
And it wasn't until we had moved to Arizona that he started to
pull my strings. It may have even been just an accident because of
where we lived.
Arizona isn't all flat. It isn't even as flat as Iowa. We lived on
hills just outside of Phoenix and the houses were terraced up and down
the elevations. That meant we could look up and see houses and we
could look down and see other people in their yards. Or at least the
groupings of stone that pass for yards here.
I never caught him, but I think Steven was watching one of our
downhill neighbors sunning on her patio. That's my guess why he
suddenly began his campaign to get me naked outside. He didn't even
start easy by trying to skinny-dip in the hot tub at night. He wanted me
to just strip off in the middle of the day where anybody above us could
be watching.
"So what if someone sees you? You afraid you'll drive them all
sex-crazy?" he asked.
"Don't be stupid, You know what I mean. It's brazen. And it
looks like I'm asking for it," I told him.
"Boy, you're some feminist. Aren't you talking about the
ultimate in objectification? I'm naked, so I must want to have sex with
you. Don't you think you ought to have the right to walk naked in your
own yard if you want to? You don't have to live a sheltered life any
more," he lectured me.
"That's silly. I don't want to walk naked in the yard," I told him,
not going to fall for his weak first try.
"Jesus Christ, for once risk the binding- open the book all the
way. Now just take off your suit. I want to see you naked outside," he
said with an edge in his voice.
I had objected. All we were going to do was argue and I was
going to end up naked on the patio anyway, so I gave in. I was hoping I
could make him feel like an asshole. I was planning on giving him a
haughty stare while I stripped and then wave woodenly to any
supposed peepers looking down at me. That was the plan.
I untied my top full of resolve, but as I felt the fabric lose
contact with my skin and the warm air flow over my breasts, I couldn't
keep that focus. There could be a hundred guys- and children- and
other women looking down the hill. They would be looking at my tits.
A lot of times people say they've seen breasts before so it's no big deal,
but those weren't mine. There seemed to be a very real presence in my
head at the base of my skull shouting into my brain- you slut, whore,
hussy!
I was bathed in the tingling of terrible sin as I dropped my top
and felt gingerly for the waistband of my bottoms. I wasn't sure that I
would be able to finish this. I feared that the excess of emotion would
make me pass out before I could reveal the deepest of my secrets to the
Arizona sun. I certainly didn't need the sun to scorch me pink. I was
flushed with the biggest blush I ever had as I tugged the bottoms over
my white, sun-virgin ass.
It was our own back yard, but I had already elevated the count
of eyes on me into the thousands in my own mind. I felt like a prize hog
on display at a county fair. I felt exposed and vulnerable to every
distasteful twist of imagination possible.
I felt excited. I was breathing with the rapid, shallow breaths of
fear, and my twat was swollen and seeping with the shame and the lust
confusing themselves in my mind.
I think Steven had much, much more planned for our little nude
posing session, but I was in no mood to drag out the feeling. I was
trembling with the emotions pouring through me and he saw his
opportunity. He let me drag him into bed as one concession.
Lord God Almighty! It was the best sex we had ever had. I had
an orgasm as he was rubbing his cock over my slit trying to find the
entrance. And then I beat him to a second orgasm even though he was
fucking me as fast and hard as he could looking for the quickest climax
he could have.
It was a little easier to talk me into getting naked in the back
yard after that. But as surely as we had found a great tonic for out sex
life, it started to fade in effectiveness. Steven had been right, thought he
hadn't meant to be. I should be able to walk around naked in my own
back yard. I got used to it and developed the attitude that if they
wanted or needed to look to get off- let them.
But this time it was me that was dissatisfied. As I lost the fear
of stripping, I lost the prick of passion as well. The thrill wasn't gone,
but it certainly didn't amp me like it had the first few times. I missed it.
I really wanted the thrill back.
I even figured out what it was that made me so horny. It was
the shame. It was humiliation. And pretending didn't do it. Pretending I
was showing off in church only pretended to excite me. I needed to do
something that pricked my moral code. It had to be a real conflict or I
didn't get the rush. Steven said he understood.
I didn't know what he was planning when he packed us into the
car 'for a drive'. He was so spooky, I had a glimmer, but nothing more.
We ended up at Lake Roosevelt up by Payson and he rented a pontoon
boat for us.
For those of you that think Arizona is a desert, let me tell you
about the lake. It sits nestled amid sharp overhanging cliffs in many
places, flattening to allow approach only at its ends. It is also a very
popular recreation spot since a lot of the rest of Arizona is a desert.
Now, mostly the people stay at one access or the other. There's
swimming and fishing and boating all cordoned off by markers for each
purpose. That's why it was only a little stimulating when Steven stopped
the boat between the cliffs and told me to take off my clothes. Sure, I
was in a public place, but I didn't see anyone around.
A boat might come down and see me, but that was little better
than standing naked on our patio. It was enough of a risk to draw my
nipples taut and make me shiver even in the warm sun, but I wasn't
twisting up inside- yet. I walked to the front of the platform like a
figurehead on an ancient ship and held up my arms to the sky. Steven
started the boat slowly moving forward again.
There was a tingle as we moved toward the unknown. We were
trolling for witnesses and the chance vibrated excitement through me like
the thrum of the motor vibrated the aluminum platform beneath my bare
feet. Yes, I was brazen. I was naked for anyone passing to see. The
thrill warmed as we moved between the walls of rock and I was soon
living in the fantasy of people seeing me and pointing in shock.
Steven gave the motor one burst that nearly dumped me on my
ass and then shut it down. We drifted forward around an outcropping
and suddenly I was caught. There were three young men camping on
one of the rare beaches created by rockfall in the canyons. They
glanced and then three heads shot up like startled deer as they saw me
standing in the bow.
I could feel the red flush spread from my neck down over my
chest and up my thighs from my crotch. I blushed crimson from head to
toe as I saw these guys staring to capture this moment indelibly on their
brains. I was frozen for the moment and Steven urged me quietly.
"Don't cover up," he said in a low tone, "This is your chance.
Pose for them. Show off for the campers. Give them a good show."
I was still caught in the static net of my uncertainty and excess of
emotion as we drifted closer and I realized I was standing motionless with
my arms still half extended and hanging dumbly in mid-air. It was almost
the old west quick-draw position as we slid ever closer over the surface
of the still lake. I felt ridiculous as well as embarrassed, but at least the
young men weren't laughing at me.
Steven, however, had ideas.
"Move, dammit," he said, rather sharply, "Shake your
moneymaker for the boys. Show 'em some moves. And for Christ's sake
give 'em some pink."
There was no more room for additional blood to flood the
capillaries under my skin, but if there were, I would have blushed afresh
as Steven made his obscene demands. I remember the heat from my
burning ears next to my head as I brought my hands back and started to
sway. I was trying to dance, but it was as if the humiliation had my feet
glued to the deck. And all the time we were drifting closer and closer to
the boys.
We were no more than 25 feet offshore when Steve came
forward and shocked me by slapping me across the bottom.
"Move!" he demanded and I was hurled into what I thought was
a sexy dance.
I think Steven took pity on my sad display at that point because
he kept feeding me instructions under his breath.
"Shake your shoulders- make your tits swing. The hips in circles.
Turn around and shake your butt. Bend over and pat your bottom.
Touch your breasts. Hold them up. Squat and spread yourself open."
The words sound terrible as I recall them, but at the time I was so
overcome by my shame and dismay that I could only follow his directions.
Even the obscenity of the acts themselves- spreading myself so strangers
could see inside my womanhood- did not rouse any protest in my trance-
like state of ... Lust- it was lust, however much the staid Iowa farm girl
wished not to acknowledge this darker part. My cheeks burned with
shame as my fingers performed these undreamed of acts of exhibition, but
there was no denying the flowing wetness they found as they parted the
nether lips.
The bow had softly grounded on the steep edge of their rockfall
and I was no more than 10 feet away from their wondering faces now.
They could see every hair fringing the red mouth of my cunt and they too
had to realize how turned on I was at showing myself to them. Then
Steven raised the stakes again.
"Hey! Don't you guys got cameras?" Steven shouted out to them.
He broke their spell as he had broken mine and their still tableaux
became a fury of motion. As they scrambled for the cameras, Steven urged
me up onto the seat of the craft. There I would be unobstructed from the
knees up as my pictures were entered in their scrapbooks.
The ice broken, the boys became my masters. After a few
moments of parading on the seat, one called out for me to show him my
ass. Then they all were directors, calling for this pose or that as they
snapped souvenir photos of their extraordinary day.
I was only excited now. The flush had become a glow as the
exhibition exhilarated me and I felt queenly as I exposed myself to them.
I was deeply in arousal as I posed. My cunt flowed its honey and my
breath came short and quick from the stimulation of their gazes carressing
me. I wanted a hard cock so bad.
And Steven accomodated me. He pulled me off the bench and
lowered me to my knees in front of him. The quick hiss of his zipper and
his erection sprang out at me and I eagerly gobbled it in. I was so hungry
for it that I was halfway down his cock when I remembered where we
were and that an audience was watching and perhaps photographing my
performance.
I no longer cared. The shameful start had become this lustful state
where Steven's cock was the only thing that mattered in the world. No,
the audience mattered. It made it feel like I was being taken by all four at
once as I knelt and sucked my husband's cock for them.
After a short time, Steven touched my head and said, "I want you
at the rail. Kneel on the seat and hold the rail in both hands."
The boys were shouting bawdy encouragements as I took the
position, arched and open for Steven to step behind me and plunge his
hard cock into my cunt. And then he fucked me for their amusement.
Their amazed faces are a blur as I think about being taken over
the rail. I saw, but didn't see as my mind was distracted by the hard pole
plunging inside me. I was vaguely aware of my breasts flopping with each
insistent slap of Steven's belly on my ass and I remotely heard my cries of
delight as he explored my core with his hard cock.
But then I only heard the echoes of my shrieks bounce off the
rock walls as Steven fucked me through an orgasm and then a second as
I was lost in the mists of lust, screaming and begging for more in words
that I do not admit I know.
That was food for further humiliation as I came back to my senses
and knew what I had just done. I had shown that deep, dark recess that
even I would not look into. I had displayed it openly to strangers. Tingles
of guilt suffused my body as those realizations came over me. I was again
caught in that delicions warzone between the farmgirl and the dark desires
within.
But, as I imagined he planned, Steven's energetic filling of my
cunt had gently, thust by thrust, caused the boat to ease back into the
channel and we were floating away. Steven zipped his fly before he
stepped away and I realized that the boys on shore had not gotten the
least glimpse of his own nudity. He had retained his privacy and dignity
while stripping me of the last shreds.
The boys waved and shouted thanks as he eased the motor on
and pulled slowly down the lake.
"What now?" I asked.
"Are you satisfied, or do you want more?" Steven asked.
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Monday, July 26, 2004
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Psychology
by Influencing Machine
MC, MF, MD, FD
Disclaimer: This story is adult in nature, but written from the viewpoint that
the mind is the strongest erotic zone. It is therefore not suitable for the
easily offended, or those wanting out and out porn.
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So, I�m not really bothered by what she looks like, but if you are... well,
trust me, she looks exactly like you�d want her to. All I gave a damn about was
that she was sitting opposite to me in the study area and staring dreamily into
space. I kept sneaking looks at her unfocused eyes and trying to imagine what
they were �seeing�. Intelligence, imagination and an ability to lose yourself:
pretty much what I look for in a girl. I figured she was �off� enough not to
notice if I sneaked a look at what had sent her there. �Psychology of
Advertising� � shit! She was in the same class as me! Of course! She sat at
the front of the group, always asking clever questions. Well, I couldn�t ignore
such a chance for a conversation.
�I know what you�re thinking,� I whispered to her.
She stirred from her dream, and looked at me. �What? How?� She looked a bit
embarrassed. Hopefully it had been dirty.
�You�re thinking about our assignment, aren�t you?�
She broke into a relieved grin. �Yeah, sorry, I didn�t recognise you. I was
miles away.�
�Yeah I noticed.� She looked like she was going to go back to her book, so I
kept on talking. �Everyone seems to be doing sexual symbolism, don�t they?
What�re you doing?�
�I�m looking at the language used, how it affects you subliminally, kind of
hypnotises you...�
I caught my breath � she�d said the magic word. �No way! I�m looking at the
subliminal effects of images, but I�m really interested in the subconscious
effects of language too. I was kind of torn, but I guess I�m more visual.�
�Yeah, I�m quite auditory.�
On a plate for me. �So are you, like, really clued up about all the effects
words have on you�re unconscious?� Slow and regular, looking into her eyes.
�Well, kind of, some things always slip through though...�
�Yeah, there�s things you�re unconscious can�t pick up on, they just slip right
into you�re unconscious without your consciousness knowing, or caring...� Was it
my imagination, or was she looking slightly more glazed than before?
�Mmmm�
�Yeah, you�re unconscious is so much more powerful, it makes you do things
without you even knowing why.�
�Mmmm�
Something was happening to her. Ms. Clever Answer was just agreeing with me.
Time to try something. �I know what we should do.�
�Mmmm?�
�We�ll meet up tonight, compare tapes of adverts and discuss what effects
they�re having on you�re unconscious.�
�Mmmm.�
�So see you about eight. Your place or mine?�
�Uhhhh... What?�
�When we meet up tonight.�
�Oh, right, mine, I guess...� she seemed to wake up a bit. �Here�s my address,
I think everyone else is going into a club in town, but I�ve got this bloody
assignment, so I can�t.�
�Cool.� I walked off, trying to hide my euphoria. I didn�t know how much she�d
been affected by my trick, but I�d got a date, so I didn�t care. All the signs
were good.
(2)
When I turned up she seemed pleased to see me, she might have tidied up a bit
even. Don�t blow this, I told myself. It wasn�t impossible she liked me:
clever girls often go for clever guys, even if they�re not film star to look at.
More than the other way �round anyway. We joked nervously a bit, trying to
ignore the fact that we hadn�t really talked much before, and here I was, alone
with her in her house. Watching the adverts and analysing them helped a lot
though: showed her how intelligent I was, and told me a lot about her psyche.
After a few hours, the conversation had degenerated to �That adverts crap!�
levels, and she was looking a bit tired. I thought I should try something a bit
more like what my cock wanted.
�Look, it�s a bit late to be working, let�s chill out for a bit,� I suggested,
turning the TV off. She seemed relieved, rather than resentful, so I carried on
acting like I owned the place. �Shall we put some music on?� I walked over to
the CD collection, desperately hoping there would be something relaxing to put
on.
�Yeah, good idea,� she said stretching. She was letting me take control of the
situation, which was promising. I found an album that I knew was good for
winding down to, and put it on. She made appreciative noises.
�Whew!� I sat down next to her, but in a position where I could see her face.
�I�m really tired, aren�t you?�
�Mmmm.� She certainly looked only half awake, which I found arousing in itself.
She seemed to veer between incredibly alert and very dreamy. Well, we just had
to encourage the dreamy side, didn�t we?
�I get so tired after I�ve been thinking hard, don�t you?� I started.
�Yeah, I get to the point where I just don�t want to think any more.�
Well, I�ll see what I can do about that... �Yeah, it�s too hard to have to think
all the time. It�s nice to just switch off your mind and relax sometimes.�
She smiled and leant back a bit. �Sure is... I do feel kind of relaxed around
you. You really seem to understand how I feel, but maybe psychology students
just know how to make you believe that...�
She was still thinking too much for my liking, I was careful to keep my voice
slow and soothing. �Yeah, we always want to understand everything, but
sometimes you should give up trying to understand and just accept things as they
are...� she nodded vaguely, so I carried on, �Like now, you�re tired, so you
should just accept it. It�s OK to be tired after you�ve been working hard.
It�s OK to relax after you�ve been working hard. It�s OK to switch off your
head after you�ve been working hard, and you have been working hard, so stop
trying to fight it, just accept that it�s OK to be tired, it�s OK to relax, it�s
OK to switch off your head...�
She was definitely responding: her eyelids were drooping and her breathing had
become slow and regular. It was difficult not to leap on her then and there,
but I persuaded myself that the wait would be worth it.
�Feel how nice it is to be able relax with someone you can trust, just relaxing
and listening to a voice you can trust, letting yourself drift, listening to my
voice. You can relax because you�re listening to my voice, my voice is helping
you drift further away from everything, and you�re so happy to be able to relax,
so happy to be listening to my voice, it�s so easy to do what my voice tells you
because you trust my voice.� Her eyes were almost closed now, so I felt
confident I had her where I wanted her.
�It�s time to let your eyes drift shut, that�s right, just let them drift shut,
you don�t have to worry because you can still hear my voice, it doesn�t matter
if you can�t concentrate on the words, your unconscious will hear them, you can
just listen to the sound of the words, let the sound help you to relax, don�t
think about the words, just let them slip into your unconscious, your conscious
mind can just relax, gently drifting away as you listen to my voice...� She was
definitely under: she had slumped down in the sofa and her mouth was slightly
open. Her eyes had closed as soon as I had suggested it to her. Time for a few
more suggestions.
�You�re so happy to be able to relax and not to have to think any more. Every
word I say seems to help you relax more. Every word I say takes you deeper into
the warmth and safety of my voice. You feel warm and safe when you listen to
the sound of my voice. It�s very easy to do whatever my voice suggests. You
don�t even have to think about it. You do what I suggest without thinking about
it, don�t you? You�ll find it easy to answer me even though you�re so relaxed.�
�Mmmm...�
�You like doing what I suggest, because it helps you to relax. It makes you
feel good to do what I suggest. How does it make you feel to do what I
suggest?�
�...good...� Her voice was soft, but clear.
My cock was straining at my trousers, but my other head remained in control of
the situation. Much as I fantasised about fucking girls under hypnosis without
their consent, in a real life situation, it would have made me feel like a shit.
�I�m going to ask you some questions, and you�ll find it easy to be honest when
you answer. In fact, you�ll find it makes you feel good to be completely honest
with me. Is that OK?�
�Yes...�
I gritted my teeth and asked a question that I wasn�t sure I�d like the answer
to. �How did you feel about me before I came round tonight?�
�Ummm...� She looked slightly uncomfortable, and squirmed a bit. She must have
really hated giving away her emotions.
�You�re completely safe, no-one else is ever going to hear about this. You can
be totally honest with me because you trust me.�
�OK...�
�So, what did you think of me?�
�I really liked you...�
�In what way?�
�I thought you were clever and funny, I was attracted to that, and I liked the
way it made me feel when you looked at me...�
�How did it make you feel?�
�...Like you could see right into my mind...�
�And you liked that?�
�Yeah...�
She wasn�t exactly falling over herself to express herself. I wondered why.
�Are you happy to tell me how you feel?� I asked. I didn�t want to fuck her up
if she had a real problem with this.
�Oh yes!� She was surprisingly enthusiastic considering her previous hesitancy.
�Is there anything bothering you about it, though?�
�...I�m worried you�ll think I�m stupid...�
I almost laughed, she sounded so sweet. This was a completely different girl
from the one I�d seen in class. �Don�t worry. You can be totally sure I won�t
think anything bad of you. In fact I�ll think more highly of you the more
honest you are. Just relax and be completely honest.�
She sighed and seemed to relax even more, if that was possible. �OK.�
�So why did you like the thought of me being able to see inside your mind?�
�Ohhh...I�ve always wanted to be completely understood. You looked like you
could see all my fantasies and...�
�And?�
�... and carry them out...�
�What kind of things? Remember you can tell me anything...�
�... um ... I wanted you to control me, ...my mind...� she tailed off looking
embarrassed.
�Well done, you�ve been very honest and I like that.� I certainly did! �Do you
understand that I�ve hypnotised you?�
�Yeesss!� She sounded euphoric.
�Does the idea of that...� I hesitated, even though I was pretty sure of the
answer, I just couldn�t bring myself to believe it. �...turn you on?�
�Oh yes!� She smiled shyly and I thought I could see her rubbing her legs
together.
�That�s very good. It�s perfectly OK to be turned on by me hypnotising you.
You don�t need to resist your feelings about this at all, in fact you can let go
of any inhibitions you have about being aroused by this.� I was almost on
autopilot. I�d always fantasised about persuading women to be turned on by me
hypnotising them, but this gorgeous woman was doing it by herself! It was more
exciting than I could have imagined. I didn�t need to feel guilty about what I
was doing: she�d fancied me anyway, and liked being under my control! �What
would you like to happen now?�
�Umm...� she looked slightly disappointed to be asked to make a decision.
�You must answer me, you want to answer me, because I am in control of your
mind.� It sounded pretty corny to me, but I wanted her to be happy.
�I want you to fuck me!� she said breathily.
�Under hypnosis?�
�Yes..., no..., um... a bit, but not completely... um I don�t know... you
decide...� She really didn�t like making decisions, did she? I had to keep
reminding myself that this was the girl who was usually more in control than the
tutors!
�It�s OK, you don�t have to think any more.� She sighed and smiled peacefully.
�You�re going to start waking up a bit, but not completely. You�ll remember
everything that has happened while you were hypnotised.� Her eyelids fluttered,
and she frowned a little. �You�ll still be very relaxed, you�ll talk and act as
if you�re awake, but you�ll find it almost impossible to resist my suggestions.
You can only resist if you feel very, very strongly about it. Otherwise, as you
resist, you�ll feel my control over your mind growing, until you want to give in
and do what I suggest.� Her eyes were opening, and she looked at me slightly
sheepishly. �How do you feel?� I asked her.
�OK. I can�t believe you did all that! You were so lucky I liked it! Anyone
else would have told you to fuck off.�
�Hey, calm down.� I stared into her eyes, and saw that my suggestion was
working: she relaxed again. �Maybe I only did it because I sensed you were into
that kind of thing? We did spend the entire evening talking about subliminal
suggestions...�
�Yeah, I s�pose...�
Great, she bought it! I thought to myself, but it could have been true, I
probably picked up signals without realising. I realised her housemates might
be coming back soon and thought I�d try to get out of the living room. �Let�s
go into your bedroom.� She hesitated slightly, so I made my voice as soothing
as I could: �You don�t have to do anything you want to, but I think we both want
to be somewhere private, so we can explore this...�
She nodded and led me up to her room, without saying anything. She should have
remembered what she�d said when she was deeper, so she knew I wasn�t going
faster than her subconscious wanted to...
When we arrived I felt a little awkward again. I�d been in plenty of girl�s
bedrooms for sexual purposes, but I really liked her, and didn�t want to fuck
this up. �Why don�t you tell me what you think I�m going to do?� I said
playing for time. Maybe she�ll give some stuff away that she�d like.
She wrinkled up her nose. �Well, in the stories they always get the girl to
strip and do dumb stuff, don�t they?�
I let the interesting piece of information about her reading habits pass, and
looked deeply into her eyes. �But you know I�m not as shallow as that, don�t
you?�
She nodded slowly.
I wouldn�t exactly have said �no� if she�d implied that she�d have liked to
strip, but it was kind of true that I wasn�t so bothered about that. �We�re
both interested in how this affects your mind, aren�t we? If you control
someone�s mind, you control their body anyway...�
She was breathing hard: I must be on the right track.
�As you look into my eyes, you feel your will slipping away...� I continued.
She seemed to be attempting to look away.
�...but you find you can�t look away, no matter how hard you try. You want to
surrender control to me, so you can�t resist my voice. You want to do whatever
I suggest... You ache to obey my suggestions...�
She seemed very aroused, her eyes were locked onto mine and her breathing was
coming in rhythmic gasps.
�Lie down on the bed.� I commanded gently.
She obeyed with very little resistance; I remembered that I had suggested if she
tried to resist doing something she really wanted to do, it would take her
deeper under my control anyway. I knelt over her, taking her wrists in my hands
and slowly moving her arms above her head.
�You don�t want to move these now,� I whispered and she moaned slightly. I
seemed to be pressing her buttons successfully. We really were astonishingly
compatible! I stroked her body through her clothes, and wherever I touched
seemed to produce gasps of arousal. I wasn�t going to be able to keep on
teasing her for much longer! �You want me to take your clothes off now, don�t
you?� I asked, sounding more certain than I was.
�Yeess! And take off yours!�
I smiled. She was beyond pretending to fight her feelings. I stripped her
carefully first, then took of my clothes, still slightly self-conscious, but she
seemed to be looking hungrily at my body, writhing the lower half of herself
around a little, with her arms held relaxed above her head. I stroked between
her legs, whispering repetitive phrases in time with her thrusting: �You like
this...it feels good...not to be in control...you feel more aroused...the more
you give in to me...it feels good...to give in to me...you like...not to be in
control...you feel aroused...when you give control to me...�
When she seemed close to orgasm, I took my hand away, continuing to talk to her
as I put on a condom: �You�re so aroused...you want my cock in you...so you can
give in to me more...so you can let me in you body...like I�m in your mind...� I
slid into her, and tried to keep the rhythmic murmur going, �Open up to me
now...I�m inside you...I�m controlling you deep inside...open up...open up...�
I can�t remember when I gave up talking, but we both came violently, and as I
slid out she sighed in contentment. �Stay,� she murmured sleepily.
I gratefully lay down next to her, mumbling into her ear. �You can move your
arms now, you want to get comfortable, and then you�ll drift off into a deep,
relaxing sleep, feeling safe...deeply...safe..." I drifted off myself...
(3)
The next morning I felt fantastic, but as I realised where I was, I started to
worry what she would think of the previous night's activities when she woke up.
I slipped out of bed and dressed quietly. As she still hadn't awoken, I decided
to go home, but leave a note so she wouldn't get the wrong idea.
I've gone home to wash and change. I hope you enjoyed last night as much as I
did, call me if you want to do some more studying...
I felt a little as if I was being a coward for leaving, but my feet were on
their way down the stairs while my head was still thinking about it.
Fortunately I didn't meet any of her housemates on the way out, my head was
still reeling from what had happened and I couldn't have coped with such an
embarrassing situation.
I was in a dream all day. My groin, my head and my heart all seemed to be
fighting over which was the most affected. I couldn't do anything constructive;
I just drifted around, thinking about what had happened, and hoping she'd call
me.
Finally the phone went. I almost couldn�t answer, in case it wasn't her, but I
shoved the receiver to my face and somehow managed to mutter "Hello?"
"You sneaked off pretty sharpish!" It was her!
"Yeah, sorry, needed some clean clothes� I'd got all sweaty somehow�" I was
trying to sound calm and in control, I don't really know if I pulled it off.
"I just thought I'd see how you were, we could watch some more adverts if you
like?"
I almost couldn't believe it: she wasn't cross with me! "So� was last night �
all right?" I asked, probably sounding as dumbstruck as I felt.
"What? Sorry I don't remember anything after we turned off the telly. Did
something happen?"
My heart sank, but then I heard her laughing softly.
"Sorry," she continued, "I'm quite cruel in the daytime. You must have
forgotten to use an amnesia suggestion; I remember everything. 'Course I'm a
bit worried you put in some other suggestions I have forgotten�"
"No, no," I rushed to reassure her, "I wouldn't do that kind of thing!"
"OK." She sounded slightly sceptical, but more amused than anything. She was
probably right to be wary: I might have done something like that if I hadn't
been too busy being amazed that it had been working. "So, are you coming round
then?" She reminded me that I hadn't answered her hint.
"Yeah! When? Now?" I'd totally blown my cool, hadn't I?
"OK, now, immediately, now!" She was mocking me, but I didn't mind. I was too
excited to be about to see her again. "But watch out, I'll be on my guard, this
time�"
"I can get round that," I whispered, trying to claw back some control. She
sighed, and I hung up, feeling powerful.
(4)
As soon as she opened the door, I started staring into her eyes, hoping that she
would go under immediately, so I wouldn�t have to be cool. She wasn�t that
helpful, unfortunately.
�You know you look cross-eyed when you do that,� she said as she waved me into
the house. I must have looked quite crest-fallen, because she hugged me and
said �It�s OK, it�s cute.� I wasn�t really sure if that made it any better.
�So... What d�you want to do then?� I asked, feeling confused and embarrassed.
�Come into my bedroom, I want to show you something...� she said mysteriously.
I followed her apprehensively, realising that I didn�t really know her that well
� she might have decided to get back at me for the previous night in some
horrible way. I was kind of right...
She had a video already playing on her TV, it seemed to be adverts, but not any
I�d seen before. �More homework?� I asked, a little disappointed.
�Kind of... See if you can figure out any subliminal messages...�
I watched carefully, wanting to remind her how clever I was by figuring it out.
They were quite strange adverts, long and very vague about the product. I felt
myself growing a little bored. I yawned, and felt my eyelids drooping. This
one was obviously sending sexual messages: eyes, lips, breasts; but I couldn�t
quite hear what the soft, seductive voice was trying to sell me... soon it
seemed easier not to worry about it and just drift...
I came to slightly, to find myself spread-eagled on the bed, with her riding me
fiercely. I was incredibly aroused, but still felt relaxed and floaty,
completely accepting the situation. When I realised what she must have done, I
got even more aroused, but knew that I wasn�t going to come until she let me...
which made me even more aroused...
I began to think I might be in love...
She looked into my eyes, panting softly. �So... How do you like it?� she asked.
I moaned. My mind was slippery.
�Is that a good moan?� She ground herself gently onto me.
I don�t know how, but I found myself answering, �Oh, God yes!�
�You don�t hate me then?� She smiled.
�Oh, God no!�
�Good.� Her eyes started to glaze over, and her breathing was ragged. I could
feel her starting to pulse around me. I thrust upwards, trying to remind her I
was there.
�Oh ... My ... God!� She gasped. �Come! .... Come with me!� I couldn�t refuse.
�...waking up now, feeling relaxed, comfortable and ready to be completely
honest with me...�
I stretched happily. �You sneaky little cow!�
�Says he!�
I couldn�t be angry with her. �Yeah, OK, fair play.�
�So... what was it like?�
I was a little fuzzy, but she didn�t seem to have made me forget anything. �It
was... it was fucking great!�
She laughed. �Good. I had a feeling you�d appreciate ... the other side of
things.�
I thought about it. �Yeah, I wouldn�t have wanted to try it off my own bat, but
it had certain ... advantages. How�d you know I�d like it?�
She looked calmly into my eyes. �Psychology.�
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by Influencing Machine
MC, MF, MD, FD
Disclaimer: This story is adult in nature, but written from the viewpoint that
the mind is the strongest erotic zone. It is therefore not suitable for the
easily offended, or those wanting out and out porn.
(1)
So, I�m not really bothered by what she looks like, but if you are... well,
trust me, she looks exactly like you�d want her to. All I gave a damn about was
that she was sitting opposite to me in the study area and staring dreamily into
space. I kept sneaking looks at her unfocused eyes and trying to imagine what
they were �seeing�. Intelligence, imagination and an ability to lose yourself:
pretty much what I look for in a girl. I figured she was �off� enough not to
notice if I sneaked a look at what had sent her there. �Psychology of
Advertising� � shit! She was in the same class as me! Of course! She sat at
the front of the group, always asking clever questions. Well, I couldn�t ignore
such a chance for a conversation.
�I know what you�re thinking,� I whispered to her.
She stirred from her dream, and looked at me. �What? How?� She looked a bit
embarrassed. Hopefully it had been dirty.
�You�re thinking about our assignment, aren�t you?�
She broke into a relieved grin. �Yeah, sorry, I didn�t recognise you. I was
miles away.�
�Yeah I noticed.� She looked like she was going to go back to her book, so I
kept on talking. �Everyone seems to be doing sexual symbolism, don�t they?
What�re you doing?�
�I�m looking at the language used, how it affects you subliminally, kind of
hypnotises you...�
I caught my breath � she�d said the magic word. �No way! I�m looking at the
subliminal effects of images, but I�m really interested in the subconscious
effects of language too. I was kind of torn, but I guess I�m more visual.�
�Yeah, I�m quite auditory.�
On a plate for me. �So are you, like, really clued up about all the effects
words have on you�re unconscious?� Slow and regular, looking into her eyes.
�Well, kind of, some things always slip through though...�
�Yeah, there�s things you�re unconscious can�t pick up on, they just slip right
into you�re unconscious without your consciousness knowing, or caring...� Was it
my imagination, or was she looking slightly more glazed than before?
�Mmmm�
�Yeah, you�re unconscious is so much more powerful, it makes you do things
without you even knowing why.�
�Mmmm�
Something was happening to her. Ms. Clever Answer was just agreeing with me.
Time to try something. �I know what we should do.�
�Mmmm?�
�We�ll meet up tonight, compare tapes of adverts and discuss what effects
they�re having on you�re unconscious.�
�Mmmm.�
�So see you about eight. Your place or mine?�
�Uhhhh... What?�
�When we meet up tonight.�
�Oh, right, mine, I guess...� she seemed to wake up a bit. �Here�s my address,
I think everyone else is going into a club in town, but I�ve got this bloody
assignment, so I can�t.�
�Cool.� I walked off, trying to hide my euphoria. I didn�t know how much she�d
been affected by my trick, but I�d got a date, so I didn�t care. All the signs
were good.
(2)
When I turned up she seemed pleased to see me, she might have tidied up a bit
even. Don�t blow this, I told myself. It wasn�t impossible she liked me:
clever girls often go for clever guys, even if they�re not film star to look at.
More than the other way �round anyway. We joked nervously a bit, trying to
ignore the fact that we hadn�t really talked much before, and here I was, alone
with her in her house. Watching the adverts and analysing them helped a lot
though: showed her how intelligent I was, and told me a lot about her psyche.
After a few hours, the conversation had degenerated to �That adverts crap!�
levels, and she was looking a bit tired. I thought I should try something a bit
more like what my cock wanted.
�Look, it�s a bit late to be working, let�s chill out for a bit,� I suggested,
turning the TV off. She seemed relieved, rather than resentful, so I carried on
acting like I owned the place. �Shall we put some music on?� I walked over to
the CD collection, desperately hoping there would be something relaxing to put
on.
�Yeah, good idea,� she said stretching. She was letting me take control of the
situation, which was promising. I found an album that I knew was good for
winding down to, and put it on. She made appreciative noises.
�Whew!� I sat down next to her, but in a position where I could see her face.
�I�m really tired, aren�t you?�
�Mmmm.� She certainly looked only half awake, which I found arousing in itself.
She seemed to veer between incredibly alert and very dreamy. Well, we just had
to encourage the dreamy side, didn�t we?
�I get so tired after I�ve been thinking hard, don�t you?� I started.
�Yeah, I get to the point where I just don�t want to think any more.�
Well, I�ll see what I can do about that... �Yeah, it�s too hard to have to think
all the time. It�s nice to just switch off your mind and relax sometimes.�
She smiled and leant back a bit. �Sure is... I do feel kind of relaxed around
you. You really seem to understand how I feel, but maybe psychology students
just know how to make you believe that...�
She was still thinking too much for my liking, I was careful to keep my voice
slow and soothing. �Yeah, we always want to understand everything, but
sometimes you should give up trying to understand and just accept things as they
are...� she nodded vaguely, so I carried on, �Like now, you�re tired, so you
should just accept it. It�s OK to be tired after you�ve been working hard.
It�s OK to relax after you�ve been working hard. It�s OK to switch off your
head after you�ve been working hard, and you have been working hard, so stop
trying to fight it, just accept that it�s OK to be tired, it�s OK to relax, it�s
OK to switch off your head...�
She was definitely responding: her eyelids were drooping and her breathing had
become slow and regular. It was difficult not to leap on her then and there,
but I persuaded myself that the wait would be worth it.
�Feel how nice it is to be able relax with someone you can trust, just relaxing
and listening to a voice you can trust, letting yourself drift, listening to my
voice. You can relax because you�re listening to my voice, my voice is helping
you drift further away from everything, and you�re so happy to be able to relax,
so happy to be listening to my voice, it�s so easy to do what my voice tells you
because you trust my voice.� Her eyes were almost closed now, so I felt
confident I had her where I wanted her.
�It�s time to let your eyes drift shut, that�s right, just let them drift shut,
you don�t have to worry because you can still hear my voice, it doesn�t matter
if you can�t concentrate on the words, your unconscious will hear them, you can
just listen to the sound of the words, let the sound help you to relax, don�t
think about the words, just let them slip into your unconscious, your conscious
mind can just relax, gently drifting away as you listen to my voice...� She was
definitely under: she had slumped down in the sofa and her mouth was slightly
open. Her eyes had closed as soon as I had suggested it to her. Time for a few
more suggestions.
�You�re so happy to be able to relax and not to have to think any more. Every
word I say seems to help you relax more. Every word I say takes you deeper into
the warmth and safety of my voice. You feel warm and safe when you listen to
the sound of my voice. It�s very easy to do whatever my voice suggests. You
don�t even have to think about it. You do what I suggest without thinking about
it, don�t you? You�ll find it easy to answer me even though you�re so relaxed.�
�Mmmm...�
�You like doing what I suggest, because it helps you to relax. It makes you
feel good to do what I suggest. How does it make you feel to do what I
suggest?�
�...good...� Her voice was soft, but clear.
My cock was straining at my trousers, but my other head remained in control of
the situation. Much as I fantasised about fucking girls under hypnosis without
their consent, in a real life situation, it would have made me feel like a shit.
�I�m going to ask you some questions, and you�ll find it easy to be honest when
you answer. In fact, you�ll find it makes you feel good to be completely honest
with me. Is that OK?�
�Yes...�
I gritted my teeth and asked a question that I wasn�t sure I�d like the answer
to. �How did you feel about me before I came round tonight?�
�Ummm...� She looked slightly uncomfortable, and squirmed a bit. She must have
really hated giving away her emotions.
�You�re completely safe, no-one else is ever going to hear about this. You can
be totally honest with me because you trust me.�
�OK...�
�So, what did you think of me?�
�I really liked you...�
�In what way?�
�I thought you were clever and funny, I was attracted to that, and I liked the
way it made me feel when you looked at me...�
�How did it make you feel?�
�...Like you could see right into my mind...�
�And you liked that?�
�Yeah...�
She wasn�t exactly falling over herself to express herself. I wondered why.
�Are you happy to tell me how you feel?� I asked. I didn�t want to fuck her up
if she had a real problem with this.
�Oh yes!� She was surprisingly enthusiastic considering her previous hesitancy.
�Is there anything bothering you about it, though?�
�...I�m worried you�ll think I�m stupid...�
I almost laughed, she sounded so sweet. This was a completely different girl
from the one I�d seen in class. �Don�t worry. You can be totally sure I won�t
think anything bad of you. In fact I�ll think more highly of you the more
honest you are. Just relax and be completely honest.�
She sighed and seemed to relax even more, if that was possible. �OK.�
�So why did you like the thought of me being able to see inside your mind?�
�Ohhh...I�ve always wanted to be completely understood. You looked like you
could see all my fantasies and...�
�And?�
�... and carry them out...�
�What kind of things? Remember you can tell me anything...�
�... um ... I wanted you to control me, ...my mind...� she tailed off looking
embarrassed.
�Well done, you�ve been very honest and I like that.� I certainly did! �Do you
understand that I�ve hypnotised you?�
�Yeesss!� She sounded euphoric.
�Does the idea of that...� I hesitated, even though I was pretty sure of the
answer, I just couldn�t bring myself to believe it. �...turn you on?�
�Oh yes!� She smiled shyly and I thought I could see her rubbing her legs
together.
�That�s very good. It�s perfectly OK to be turned on by me hypnotising you.
You don�t need to resist your feelings about this at all, in fact you can let go
of any inhibitions you have about being aroused by this.� I was almost on
autopilot. I�d always fantasised about persuading women to be turned on by me
hypnotising them, but this gorgeous woman was doing it by herself! It was more
exciting than I could have imagined. I didn�t need to feel guilty about what I
was doing: she�d fancied me anyway, and liked being under my control! �What
would you like to happen now?�
�Umm...� she looked slightly disappointed to be asked to make a decision.
�You must answer me, you want to answer me, because I am in control of your
mind.� It sounded pretty corny to me, but I wanted her to be happy.
�I want you to fuck me!� she said breathily.
�Under hypnosis?�
�Yes..., no..., um... a bit, but not completely... um I don�t know... you
decide...� She really didn�t like making decisions, did she? I had to keep
reminding myself that this was the girl who was usually more in control than the
tutors!
�It�s OK, you don�t have to think any more.� She sighed and smiled peacefully.
�You�re going to start waking up a bit, but not completely. You�ll remember
everything that has happened while you were hypnotised.� Her eyelids fluttered,
and she frowned a little. �You�ll still be very relaxed, you�ll talk and act as
if you�re awake, but you�ll find it almost impossible to resist my suggestions.
You can only resist if you feel very, very strongly about it. Otherwise, as you
resist, you�ll feel my control over your mind growing, until you want to give in
and do what I suggest.� Her eyes were opening, and she looked at me slightly
sheepishly. �How do you feel?� I asked her.
�OK. I can�t believe you did all that! You were so lucky I liked it! Anyone
else would have told you to fuck off.�
�Hey, calm down.� I stared into her eyes, and saw that my suggestion was
working: she relaxed again. �Maybe I only did it because I sensed you were into
that kind of thing? We did spend the entire evening talking about subliminal
suggestions...�
�Yeah, I s�pose...�
Great, she bought it! I thought to myself, but it could have been true, I
probably picked up signals without realising. I realised her housemates might
be coming back soon and thought I�d try to get out of the living room. �Let�s
go into your bedroom.� She hesitated slightly, so I made my voice as soothing
as I could: �You don�t have to do anything you want to, but I think we both want
to be somewhere private, so we can explore this...�
She nodded and led me up to her room, without saying anything. She should have
remembered what she�d said when she was deeper, so she knew I wasn�t going
faster than her subconscious wanted to...
When we arrived I felt a little awkward again. I�d been in plenty of girl�s
bedrooms for sexual purposes, but I really liked her, and didn�t want to fuck
this up. �Why don�t you tell me what you think I�m going to do?� I said
playing for time. Maybe she�ll give some stuff away that she�d like.
She wrinkled up her nose. �Well, in the stories they always get the girl to
strip and do dumb stuff, don�t they?�
I let the interesting piece of information about her reading habits pass, and
looked deeply into her eyes. �But you know I�m not as shallow as that, don�t
you?�
She nodded slowly.
I wouldn�t exactly have said �no� if she�d implied that she�d have liked to
strip, but it was kind of true that I wasn�t so bothered about that. �We�re
both interested in how this affects your mind, aren�t we? If you control
someone�s mind, you control their body anyway...�
She was breathing hard: I must be on the right track.
�As you look into my eyes, you feel your will slipping away...� I continued.
She seemed to be attempting to look away.
�...but you find you can�t look away, no matter how hard you try. You want to
surrender control to me, so you can�t resist my voice. You want to do whatever
I suggest... You ache to obey my suggestions...�
She seemed very aroused, her eyes were locked onto mine and her breathing was
coming in rhythmic gasps.
�Lie down on the bed.� I commanded gently.
She obeyed with very little resistance; I remembered that I had suggested if she
tried to resist doing something she really wanted to do, it would take her
deeper under my control anyway. I knelt over her, taking her wrists in my hands
and slowly moving her arms above her head.
�You don�t want to move these now,� I whispered and she moaned slightly. I
seemed to be pressing her buttons successfully. We really were astonishingly
compatible! I stroked her body through her clothes, and wherever I touched
seemed to produce gasps of arousal. I wasn�t going to be able to keep on
teasing her for much longer! �You want me to take your clothes off now, don�t
you?� I asked, sounding more certain than I was.
�Yeess! And take off yours!�
I smiled. She was beyond pretending to fight her feelings. I stripped her
carefully first, then took of my clothes, still slightly self-conscious, but she
seemed to be looking hungrily at my body, writhing the lower half of herself
around a little, with her arms held relaxed above her head. I stroked between
her legs, whispering repetitive phrases in time with her thrusting: �You like
this...it feels good...not to be in control...you feel more aroused...the more
you give in to me...it feels good...to give in to me...you like...not to be in
control...you feel aroused...when you give control to me...�
When she seemed close to orgasm, I took my hand away, continuing to talk to her
as I put on a condom: �You�re so aroused...you want my cock in you...so you can
give in to me more...so you can let me in you body...like I�m in your mind...� I
slid into her, and tried to keep the rhythmic murmur going, �Open up to me
now...I�m inside you...I�m controlling you deep inside...open up...open up...�
I can�t remember when I gave up talking, but we both came violently, and as I
slid out she sighed in contentment. �Stay,� she murmured sleepily.
I gratefully lay down next to her, mumbling into her ear. �You can move your
arms now, you want to get comfortable, and then you�ll drift off into a deep,
relaxing sleep, feeling safe...deeply...safe..." I drifted off myself...
(3)
The next morning I felt fantastic, but as I realised where I was, I started to
worry what she would think of the previous night's activities when she woke up.
I slipped out of bed and dressed quietly. As she still hadn't awoken, I decided
to go home, but leave a note so she wouldn't get the wrong idea.
I've gone home to wash and change. I hope you enjoyed last night as much as I
did, call me if you want to do some more studying...
I felt a little as if I was being a coward for leaving, but my feet were on
their way down the stairs while my head was still thinking about it.
Fortunately I didn't meet any of her housemates on the way out, my head was
still reeling from what had happened and I couldn't have coped with such an
embarrassing situation.
I was in a dream all day. My groin, my head and my heart all seemed to be
fighting over which was the most affected. I couldn't do anything constructive;
I just drifted around, thinking about what had happened, and hoping she'd call
me.
Finally the phone went. I almost couldn�t answer, in case it wasn't her, but I
shoved the receiver to my face and somehow managed to mutter "Hello?"
"You sneaked off pretty sharpish!" It was her!
"Yeah, sorry, needed some clean clothes� I'd got all sweaty somehow�" I was
trying to sound calm and in control, I don't really know if I pulled it off.
"I just thought I'd see how you were, we could watch some more adverts if you
like?"
I almost couldn't believe it: she wasn't cross with me! "So� was last night �
all right?" I asked, probably sounding as dumbstruck as I felt.
"What? Sorry I don't remember anything after we turned off the telly. Did
something happen?"
My heart sank, but then I heard her laughing softly.
"Sorry," she continued, "I'm quite cruel in the daytime. You must have
forgotten to use an amnesia suggestion; I remember everything. 'Course I'm a
bit worried you put in some other suggestions I have forgotten�"
"No, no," I rushed to reassure her, "I wouldn't do that kind of thing!"
"OK." She sounded slightly sceptical, but more amused than anything. She was
probably right to be wary: I might have done something like that if I hadn't
been too busy being amazed that it had been working. "So, are you coming round
then?" She reminded me that I hadn't answered her hint.
"Yeah! When? Now?" I'd totally blown my cool, hadn't I?
"OK, now, immediately, now!" She was mocking me, but I didn't mind. I was too
excited to be about to see her again. "But watch out, I'll be on my guard, this
time�"
"I can get round that," I whispered, trying to claw back some control. She
sighed, and I hung up, feeling powerful.
(4)
As soon as she opened the door, I started staring into her eyes, hoping that she
would go under immediately, so I wouldn�t have to be cool. She wasn�t that
helpful, unfortunately.
�You know you look cross-eyed when you do that,� she said as she waved me into
the house. I must have looked quite crest-fallen, because she hugged me and
said �It�s OK, it�s cute.� I wasn�t really sure if that made it any better.
�So... What d�you want to do then?� I asked, feeling confused and embarrassed.
�Come into my bedroom, I want to show you something...� she said mysteriously.
I followed her apprehensively, realising that I didn�t really know her that well
� she might have decided to get back at me for the previous night in some
horrible way. I was kind of right...
She had a video already playing on her TV, it seemed to be adverts, but not any
I�d seen before. �More homework?� I asked, a little disappointed.
�Kind of... See if you can figure out any subliminal messages...�
I watched carefully, wanting to remind her how clever I was by figuring it out.
They were quite strange adverts, long and very vague about the product. I felt
myself growing a little bored. I yawned, and felt my eyelids drooping. This
one was obviously sending sexual messages: eyes, lips, breasts; but I couldn�t
quite hear what the soft, seductive voice was trying to sell me... soon it
seemed easier not to worry about it and just drift...
I came to slightly, to find myself spread-eagled on the bed, with her riding me
fiercely. I was incredibly aroused, but still felt relaxed and floaty,
completely accepting the situation. When I realised what she must have done, I
got even more aroused, but knew that I wasn�t going to come until she let me...
which made me even more aroused...
I began to think I might be in love...
She looked into my eyes, panting softly. �So... How do you like it?� she asked.
I moaned. My mind was slippery.
�Is that a good moan?� She ground herself gently onto me.
I don�t know how, but I found myself answering, �Oh, God yes!�
�You don�t hate me then?� She smiled.
�Oh, God no!�
�Good.� Her eyes started to glaze over, and her breathing was ragged. I could
feel her starting to pulse around me. I thrust upwards, trying to remind her I
was there.
�Oh ... My ... God!� She gasped. �Come! .... Come with me!� I couldn�t refuse.
�...waking up now, feeling relaxed, comfortable and ready to be completely
honest with me...�
I stretched happily. �You sneaky little cow!�
�Says he!�
I couldn�t be angry with her. �Yeah, OK, fair play.�
�So... what was it like?�
I was a little fuzzy, but she didn�t seem to have made me forget anything. �It
was... it was fucking great!�
She laughed. �Good. I had a feeling you�d appreciate ... the other side of
things.�
I thought about it. �Yeah, I wouldn�t have wanted to try it off my own bat, but
it had certain ... advantages. How�d you know I�d like it?�
She looked calmly into my eyes. �Psychology.�
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