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All this fun took up much of the remainder of that afternoon's
driving. I worked over and over on her open, yielding mind, arranging
several posthypnotic commands, strengthening the amnesia I wished to
impose, and so on. Again and again I stressed my unbreakable, irresistible
power over her body and mind, and she willingly repeated all the dogma
with what looked like almost religious fervor!
"Wake up now Rose," I finally said quietly. Her
eyes opened. She was
intently staring down the highway as she had been earlier, and she shook
her head and rubbed her eyes.
"Wow... have I... ahhh... did you...?"
"I'm tired of driving now, and I want to see how you
do. Feel good?"
"Oh, jeez, I feel great!" she enthused, stretching
as far as the auto
would allow. Her breasts thrust upwards in my peripheral vision.
"How good do you feel?"
"Just like a turtle!" came the response, followed
instantly by a
giggle. "I meant, just like a turtle. I don't know why I said turtle'
when I meant to say turtle.'"
I did!
We swapped positions again, this time I was so sure of my
success that
I relaxed into a heavy afternoon nap almost at once.
I awoke with a start. The sunset was passing into evening's
quick
desert darkness. The car hummed along. I had become aware of a repetitive
touch along my arm and left hand. I had been asleep so deeply that I
forgot what was going on myself!
"Whzzat? Anything?" I mumbled drowsily, and then
I heard a low,
crooning murmur from Rose.
"No, I'm fine, everything's fine we have an hour to go,
you get some
rest, I'm driving fine, go on back to sleep now..."
My right hand felt her fingers pressing warmly into my palm,
and I
remembered what I had hoped would occur. I snuggled around and feigned
sleep. Momentarily things were still, then, over the road hum and engine
noise, her low seductive crooning began anew.
"...Mmm yes... yesssss..." came the low hiss, "the
strong strong
hands, mmm..." again my left hand was stroked and clasped. "Mmm,
sooo
strong alll over me, all over everywhere... ohhhyess so warm and strong
and gentle the fingerssss..." and I heard a quick break in her
voice and
my forearm was now lifted and my arm laid across the top of her thighs!
"I've dreammmed about your hands, Johnny," came
the lowered voice,
almost a ragged whisper as her fingers gently manipulated my own, brushing
in and out of my palm, pressing the back of my hand down into her lap,
where I could sense a deep heat throbbing gently. "Dreammed your
hand and
fingerrrs were on me, they were everywhere, I - I had no secrets, Johnny,
my darling Johnny, your hands find out all my secretsss so smooth and
-
and dark and thick and stronnnggg... mmmhhhh feel sooo goood I didn't
want
to I shouldn't but I had to, I had to, I hadtohadtohadto..."
Now her hand with more urgency was sliding my own upturned
wrist back
and forth along her upper thigh, now and again lifting it up and clasping
it against her midriff. My hand sank into the soft flesh of her belly
beneath its shirt (as my cock renewed a more urgent throbbing just inches
away), and was pulled up against the heavy weight of her soft, soft
bosoms!
Would she cross the line to overt sexuality in this "waking"
state? My
orders had been just to let herself daydream aloud, without thinking
at
all about what she was doing or saying, while her waking mind concentrated
on driving skills and mental alertness.
"I-I hope you never find out how I need you, Johnny..."
came the low
murmur once more, "need those hands so much, so strong, ooo stroke
me now,
sofffftly, sofffftly so you don't wake up darling..."
I had been concerned about things going too far, and it seemed
as if
I'd have to try and defuse her, but just then my hand was replaced
tenderly in my lap (brushing that monstrous pole that now pronged down
my
pants leg again!) and I heard rustling noise as she rearranged herself
quietly.
Then a muted click and shortly the local public radio station
was
filling the car with classical sounds.
I stirred.
"Did we have a lovely little sleep?" came an entirely
different,
mischievous voice, as I feigned a large yawn. "We're getting into
town,
and I don't know about you, but I'm hungry!"
"God, how did the driving go?"
"It's so great, John!" she enthused, wriggling with
little-girl glee.
"I was alert the whole time... it was wonderful! I paid attention
to
plants, and signs, and cracks in the road..."
I glanced ahead, city traffic was not heavy, and I wanted
to test her
again, I turned to face her and my left hand crept behind her headrest
as
she chattered on. Now, reaching over her hair, my fingers pressed
suddenly into her forehead lightly and I said:
"Waking trance now."
"...And it was the most, the mmmmm..." her voice
sank away in
mid-sentence. I was ready to grab the wheel, but she responded perfectly!
Her eyes remained opened, and I heard only a small sigh escape her lips.
"Deep deep waking trance, you are again deeply hypnotized
as you drive
carefully and alertly to our motel. Do you remember the directions?"
"Yes," escaped the answering sigh from the lips
set in the placid,
blank face of my companion.
"You are responding perfectly to my control. You love,
it, you need
to feel controlled and dominated, as if you had no will whatsoever."
"Yes," came the instant response.
"You have had many fantasies about me, Rose, I know you
have... "
"Yes."
"You may speak more normally from your deep hypnotic
state," I
instructed. "You like to imagine my strength overpowering you,
as I have
with my will."
"Yes... I-I mean, yes, I've th-thought that sometimes."
Her voice was
hesitant, but I ignored the tone.
"But you sense how gentle my strength is, how you want
to trust it,
that it will only control you, never hurt you..."
"Oh, oh, yes, that's it!" she said, more animatedly
now.
"And I have had many male fantasies about you... about
your soft,
yielding womanhood, Rose."
"You... have... yes. You had some today didn't you?"
The question caught me unawares and I was shortchanged for
an answer.
"You know... you felt sexy, I know you did... you do...
don't you
think I have a sense of smell?" she said, almost giggling! "Your
perfume... YOU know... from... from there..." and she became subdued
again
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My musky odor was now brought back to my attention, and I'm
sure I
blushed! I'm glad she'd never remember jerking my chain that easily.
"Of course you're not, you're strong, a strong woman,
and of course
your NEEDS are strong, and getting stronger, aren't they?"
She gulped a little. "Oh, if you only knew..."
"I do know, and we both know now that I can help our
fantasies come
alive, Rose, come alive... yes you did smell me, you probably smell
me
right now as I let your senses heighten in intensity..."
"Yes, you smell strong now... but I like the smell...
it means...
th-that... th-that..."
"Go on, the smell means that I am... what?"
"You're - you're *turned on*" she dropped to a whisper,
and I saw her
tongue sweep across her lips. I heard a pleading tone suddenly in her
voice. "John... are you sure? Are you sure it will be all right?"
"Rose, be silent now," I ordered brusquely. "I
have mastered you so
completely, you would forget your own name if I directed you. You can
forget, and... you can remember too. Remember Lesson Two now, Rosie.
Say
Lesson Two."
The response was instantaneous: "Lesson Two. I feel your
total control
through my entire body and mind. I feel so good when I am under your
hypnotic power. I feel dominated and controlled, and I deeply want to
feel
your power penetrate me."
Her voice had grown robotic again, and my cock surged anew
watching
her blanked expression.
"And the other? About forgetting? Which Lesson is that?"
"Lesson Four. Whenever you kiss me and tap my mind I
will instantly
become completely ready for my orders. My eyes will open wide and you
will
see deep inside my mind. Your voice will tell me what to forget, and
my
mind will obey. When you tap my mind three times, I will awaken."
"Yes, you see how easily you remember and forget, Rosie,
and you make
me very excited just now. Continue driving, and give me your right hand."
The point of no return. Spurred by my painfully mis-shaped
erection
lumping up again in the leg of my shorts, I set her hand down right
on my
thigh.
"It's hot, your hand and fingers feel so sensitive now
you can feel
everything, it's very exciting to you, your hand is being pulled slowly
over, it wants to, you will let go now and I am summoning your hand,
Rose.
Slide it to the right."
Her illusion of control breaking down definitively now her
breathing
caught and became more shallow. Closer and closer to my crotch she let
her
fingers creep, and then..."
"Oooohhhh... yesssss..." I heard the faint hiss
of pleasure as she
finally encountered my tumescence. A split second more she hesitated,
then
the soft, hot palm slid directly over the fat bulge.
My body reacted with almost as much excitement. The surge
was almost
frightening, as I felt my asshole pucker shut as my buttocks squeezed
themselves together involuntarily.
"You are excited as I am, Rosie," I managed to gasp
out. "Just gently
explore our fantasy now, and talk about it..."
"It's a nice, nice big thinggg..." and she slid
out towards my bulging
glans, then back again. The hand squeezed gently down, and I know she
felt
the answering clenching of my whole sexual being. "Nice, John,
nice,
Johnny... Johnny, it feels so tight in there, does it hurt, Johnny?
It
feels so cramped and tight..."
"It feels just the way you wish it to feel, Rose, just
like you love
it to feel, but your touch is so exciting to me, I'm sure ... I'm *aahhh*
sure you can tell...."
"Oh yes, Johnny, I can feeeellll everythinnnggg... mmmmm,
I bet you
like to be touched very lightly, don't you, but I like to slide my hand
allll over it... mmmm I just felt it jerk hard... is it too much,
darling?"
I had about enough self-control left to order her to pull
the car
over, into an unused daytime parking lot. I was sure this encounter
would
be over soon... my cock was letting me know in no uncertain terms that
my
balls had had enough stimulation, thank you!
I know that my cock felt both inflamed and trapped by the
constricting
material that held it bound to lie tightly along my thigh... it so wanted
to burst free of its confinement, and she sensed this immediately.
"Does his big thing want to get out? Mmmm?" crooned
my willing
seductress, her fingertips from both hands free to torment my stalk
now.
"I'm hypnotized and I'll never ever remember that I'm... I'mmm
oooh, I
feel your pulse, darling, do you want me to stroke it more? Of course
it
wants to be strooooked and strooooked over... and over... and
overrrrrr..."
I think the whole car must be jerking now to my pulse; getting
more
heated, I lean forward and my trembling hand finally pulls the pants
leg
back, scraping the super-sensitive skin of my desperately quivering
tube
that now pokes well out into the musky atmosphere of the car. Her fingers
fluttering and hovering, sampling, it seems, every bump and vein as
she
murmurs to it:
"Yesss, my darling is getting ready now, ready, so ready,
oh, yes,
Johnny's going to do it... do ittt..."
I'm ready... there have already been two barely-suppressed
spasms that
take all my resistance, but that heavy, leaden pulse is just ... going...
to ... going to... I can't hold more than another couple seconds, I
barely
husk out to my tormentor:
"It's going to come out, Rose, your fingersss are teasing
it out, it's
the most beautiful perfume, the most delicious creamy treat, you're
hungry
to have it all, make it fl-fl uhhgmghhh... floww out into your hand,
oh,
Rose I love your hand, I can't hold it, can't... umh... holllddd it
back..."
"No, darling, I won't let that big thing hold back any
more, it wants
to give up to Rose, darling, you are in my hand, Johnny it's big and
hot
and hard I want it now, I'm going to jiggle you darling,
jigglejigglejigglejiggle... oohhh I want to feel it happen... here you
come... here... now... now... now... Oh!"
She responds like a little girl as my knees stretch apart
and my
buttocks thrust my member as far out as it will stretch, and the first
little *pang* of my release opens the floodgates, and then a large *thud*
as her manipulating hand is jerked upright, and the first blast shoots
out
into her curling hot palm poised at my bulging glans here's another
*thud*
as my body tries to launch my shots of semen as an archer launches a
long-distance arrow... "ummmmgh!" wrenched from my gut, and
then
"nnnaaahhh" as now comes the most immense pleasure surge...
over and over
with subsiding urgency but more tenderness I pour forth my thick, molten
cream, flowing out as she jiggles my shaft gently, feeling me subsiding
yet still pulsing with life, dying out... dying out, relaxing now...
The roaring of my own blood has shut down all sound, but now
I hear
her continued murmurs of tender coaxing: "here's a whole cup of
thick
cream for me darling, right in my hand, are you finished, Johnny? Getting
so sleepy now?" Indeed I'm almost comatose with this incredibly
strong
afterglow, when I see her raise her come-filled palm to her lips.
Her hummingbird's tongue reaches out to touch it, she inhales
deeply,
then tips her palm towards her, and...
"Slll-l-lp-p--pppp!" comes the sound of my essence
being suckled in
over her pouting lips and... Jesus, the most wrenching, surprising feeling
as my nearly spent cock surges again! and with the soft spurt of a belated
few drops along my knee comes a sensation... I can't even describe it!
except maybe, as if I were passing a large bowel movement through my
penis, as if my insides were turned inside out... very nearly pain,
and
the following ache in my nuts lasted for at least an hour!
"mmmh... mmmhhhh" and similar grunts are all I could
manage for
another minute, as I saw her smile and lick all round her fingers, then
reach down to my member, still rubbery-firm, and lift it away from my
thigh. Her gentle fingers bestowed the tenderest of little pats as she
lifted my shorts out enough to push it back into a position of more
comfort. Her saliva-slick fingertips wipe my knee clean of my congealing
spunk, and again the fingers were conveyed to her willing lips.
"MMMmmm... it's so yummy!" she said, looking at
me with some sparkle
in her eyes. "Did Rosie make Johnny reallll realll hot?"
"ahhh... ahh God," I croaked, then, gathered myself
together and tried
to sit up straight.
"Can't you even talk? My, my, you almost boiled over
out of your
little teapot, didn't you? Mmmm..."
I held her to me, and we began a deep kiss, so different from
the
little social pecks we had allowed ourselves in the past! Her lips parted
eagerly and my tongue, pushing into her soft hot mouth, tasted my own
juices mingling with her saliva. Our tongues played with each other,
and I
felt yet another of those little almost painful sexual after-shocks
from
my groin.
I knew that she wanted "absolution" or at least
forgetfulness now, she
had spelled that out to me in no uncertain terms. In mid-kiss my fingertip
now tapped her atop her soft, dark crown. Instantly her tongue stopped
its
wriggling, and I felt her lower jaw droop away.
Pulling back, her face in my hands, I beheld her eyes. Drooping
and
heavy-lidded, they were opening slowly wider. Wider. And now they stared
up into my own, like a bird must look at a serpent. The white showed
all
round the dark irises; even under the night glow of the sparse street
lamps I could see she was deep.
In my best Bela Lugosi manner I widened my own eyes commandingly
and
bored my steady gaze right back at her. I intoned, deep as I could:
"And now, my subject, I have hypnotized you deeply, and
you will obey
me. Look deeply into my eyes. Yes, and now I remove and erase forever
all
waking memory from your open, helpless mind. From the time I placed
you in
waking trance to now... gone forever, except in your pleasure dreams.
You
have already forgotten, but you will always be ready to comply with
my
desires, with my total power over you. Say yes, Master.'"
My captive's slack mouth murmured "ehyessss... assssterrr..."
and now
I turned her face-forward and commanded my slave to resume driving.
She
pulled out into traffic.
"I will bring you back to quick wakefullness now."
And I tapped her on
her head three times, lightly.
With the smallest start, her voice picked up her dropped thread
from a
half-hour before:
"...most I've ever driven before without getting sleepy!
You know, I
owe you a dinner, eh?" and she poked me in my fairly substantial
tummy, "a
nice big one, I think, no?" she said, chuckling.
Soon we were checking into our fairly luxurious motor lodge.
We were
of course renting separate rooms, but I did get adjacent ones, and soon
found they had a connecting doorway... as we all know, else how else
could
this fantasy continue?
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