Hypnotist at the Bijou
Part 24
Cherie and Connie could not resolve the gnawing feeling accompanying this new hypnosis thing, but for now they had decided to give it a rest and pop down to the milk bar and have lunch. Hoped to see some friends, but that didn’t really matter, the intention was to just chill for a while and mix amongst ordinary people. As Connie drove Cherie was planning for the feast on Sunday as they toasted a successful tour from Professor Zelmann, and his newly acquired friendship to boot. “Have you given any thought to the amazing things happening all at the time when Professor Zelmann has entered our lives?” Cherie proposed to Connie.
Connie was smiling, “Yes, there is no doubt that man has some kind of magic going for him. The whole town seems to be brighter, people seem to be friendlier, sex is better, especially with you; and then there’s me and Tim, zoiks. The little old lady in the car was not really a beneficiary, though. Maybe she hadn’t seen him.”
“Shall we start putting the word around about a do at your place, and are you even comfortable with having a do at your place?” Cherie realised she hadn’t actually asked anyone about hosting a party as yet.
“Of course, I can’t begin to describe how much I love that man, a send off is the least I can do. You’ll need to help, though. And yes, we need to let people know, and we need to let them know to let others know, you know?” Connie giggled. She entered the car park and stopped the car, and she and Cherie headed into the milk bar. As they entered they saw Meggs and Faith talking to Rachel, and Meggs spotted them as they entered. She waved to them and they walked over to the table where the three girls were talking.
“Hi Connie, Cherie, this is Faith and Rachel. Faith, Rachel, I bet you can guess who these babes are. Let me introduce the randy sisters, Connie Southwell and Cherie Brooks. Adolescent dancing hotties that set the world on fire, back in the day.” Meggs was embellishing a little, but part of this town did still herald that reputation.
“Give us a break, Meggs. Hello, I’m very pleased to meet you. Please forgive me, but I don’t recall ever seeing you around here. Are you long term friends of Meggs?” Cherie asked.
Faith answered, “I for one certainly hope to be, but no, we went to the hypno show last Sunday, and we kind of got to know each other through that. We started to be buddies since meeting, and found we love spending time together. I have got to say, I was really looking forward to meeting you both, and you sure do live up to your popular image, you are both stunning.” As Faith spoke, Rachel was admiring them, too, especially the way they were dressed. She often found herself thinking about girls that way this week. Faith asked them to join the group, and Cherie and Connie were chuffed.
Cherie got the ball rolling with a discussion about the Professor, “So you went to see Professor Zelmann? What did you think of his show?”
Rachel decided to speak up, “The show was fabulous, but in person, he was to die for. We invited him to lunch on Sunday, and he accepted. Can you believe that? We had the most magnificent afternoon, made us all warm and fuzzy. For some reason though, he never tried to hypnotise any of us. Told us some great stories instead. I can’t stop dreaming about him now. Is this too much information?”
Cherie smiled a knowing smile to herself as Connie answered, “No way, we share your enthusiasm for his talent and his persona. We’re having a send off for them, the Professor and Cassandra, his girl, on Sunday, we would really enjoy it if you girls would like to come along. I’m determined to get him to put somebody under the influence on the day, even if it’s me. Actually, especially if it’s me. Are you going to come?”
Meggs jumped in, “Jeepers, yes. You can count me in. Shall I bring anything?”
“A bottle and something sweet, but definitely nothing more. Tim and I are celebrating the ownership of the Bijou at the same time, so we are throwing the bash. What about you guys, will you consider it?” Connie looked toward Rachel and Faith.
“Absolutely, you couldn’t keep me away from that, thanks so much for the invite. Congratulations on the theatre, by the way, that’s fantastic.” Faith was truly excited for Connie and Tim, and seriously looking forward to seeing the Professor again, yum.
“Oh thank you, yes. That will be brilliant.” Rachel added. Connie had been scribbling the address on a couple of her business cards and gave them to Faith and Rachel, saves anyone needing to guide them on the day.
“And can you let anyone else know who might have an interest, knowing us and our circle, and wanting to farewell Professor Zelmann? Being such short notice we might not get a chance to invite everyone, and we don’t want anybody to miss it.” Cherie encouraged the group.
“What about Tracey? Will it be okay if we ask her, too?” Faith requested.
“Absolutely, another one of your group? She will be very welcome.” Connie cheerfully agreed.
“Yes, the three of us met as I was saying earlier. She’s with her fella today. Weird thing, after meeting the Professor Tracey tells me that Jim is an entirely different bloke. And she loves it.” Faith declared.
“That’s not unusual around the Professor, lots of people seem to change for the better.” Cherie smiled.
The girls all spent time making conversation, giving Faith and Rachel an idea of the good times Connie, Cherie, Meggs and the band all had in their teenage years. Then in turn Faith and Rachel each talked about their growing up nearby. The bonding and friendship were automatic, deep abiding acceptance and warmth being shared by all, and over lunch Connie and Cherie were elevated from all the niggling troubles in this fine company.
Irene’s imagination had been in an all singing, all dancing, warm and fuzzy kind of place since Tim and the Professor had complimented her this morning. And recently, she had been getting the hots for Eric, he was so intelligent, so professional, such a great guy to work around. For the last hour they had been running routine checks for the main systems and Irene had been unconsciously making sexual gestures, occasionally using double entendres, and displaying her charms for him continuously. And Eric was noticing. Eric couldn’t help but notice, Irene was not just the greatest control tech he had come across, but since she recently started dressing more elegantly he saw her as incredibly desirable. And his cock saw her as incredibly desirable as well, nestling semi erect all morning as he ogled her shapely legs, interpreted her gestures and comments, and fantasised about making love with her.
But as with all things, it had to come to an end. But what an end indeed. Irene detected a fault in the secondary audio console, an intermittent open circuit was causing scratchy audio in the front left channel on occasion. The meter readings she took placed it squarely in the board under the desk, so Eric volunteered to get down on his back and shimmy under the desk to sort the problem. It took two seconds, thanks to Irene’s expert readings, and he asked Irene to pass him a connector to re-terminate the offending wire. She handed it to him under the desk, and remained kneeling alongside his waist. As he looked to take the connector he could see straight up to her knickers, and his swelling grew. Irene was ready now, aching all morning she saw this as a chance. She slid her hand along his thigh until she nudged Eric’s cock, and he gave a little start, but he was stoked. Tenuously he fitted the connector and clamped it closed as Irene rubbed and stroked and tickled his knob, surprising him further by pulling his zip open.
Eric was thrilled, this was stirring a small fantasy, trapped under the desk while Irene was fondling his cock through his jocks. He didn’t dare move, until Irene said, “Come on Eric, slip out here so we can do this properly.” He shimmied back out from under the desk, with Irene helping by holding on to his cock gently, and continuing to rub. Once Eric was out on the floor, Irene lurched forward over him and brought her lips to his, still tickling his cock, which was throbbing and twitching uncontrollably. Eric grabbed Irene round the waist and pulled her to the floor alongside him, and then he dove his fingers to her pussy and began to massage her labia in time with her stroking.
“Do you like me in stockings, Eric?” Irene had learned that voice from watching Connie these past few months, Eric’s cock twitched again.
“You know I do, you sexy girl.” Eric responded, and it was Irene’s turn to tingle sweetly. She was impressed with Eric’s technique, his fingers were dancing merrily in a most titillating fashion, and her race was about run. The whole pursuit was so thrilling she was about to cum. She reached in under Eric’s waistband and worked the foreskin back from his glans, rapidly working the juice up and down, and as she started to orgasm, Eric peaked as well, and Irene slipped her clean workshop rag in to his pants to catch his powerful spurt, and thoughtfully keep him tidy. She kept the fizzy and tingly rubbing going for a second or two, making Eric delirious with pleasure, then stopped before it got uncomfortable. She gave him a sweet thank you kiss before getting to her feet and retesting the circuit, giving him an A-Okay on the test. Eric was getting to love working with Irene more and more.
Professor Zelmann entered the wine bar and sought Cassandra out to order lunch. She spied him entering from the kitchen, and quickly stepped out and grabbed him, guiding him back to the entry to the store room. She entwined her arms about him and kissed deeply and passionately, cooing ‘I love you’ sensuously into his ear, before letting him go, stepping back to smooth her pinny and allowing him to gather his wits. One of the cooks saw the interlude and was tickled pink, he couldn’t be happier for Cassandra, and this was obviously the bloke she had been raving about. Just one look vindicated everything she had said, he was tall, handsome, strong, and although he was mature, it came across as worldly, lucky girl. “Hey Cassandra, you need to let the chefs handle the meat.” He joked, Cassandra glowing a little at being caught.
The Professor showed a sign rarely seen in his eyes, he projected deep love into Cassandra’s eyes, and it was spellbinding. She felt it to her core, warmth and desire of supernatural character, it filled her to overflowing and she was all at once the happiest she had ever been and delighted to be in love with her darling man. She decided she needed to get some new shoes, these ones didn’t seem to reach the floor any more, she was floating on air. The Professor, too, was feeling a depth of longing not felt for more than eighty years or so, since Grace, so far the love of his life. Could it be that Cassandra would surpass even Grace in their joyous union? Time would tell, no doubt.
Arty left Cassandra with his order and took up a seat where he could ogle the most number of gorgeous stockinged legs and feet, no harm in window shopping. Besides, he loved the feeling of his cock swelling and stiffening in response to his admirations (what bloke doesn’t?) When Cassandra brought his food she included a snifter of his beloved Cognac, and slipped in by his side in the booth. “So what are you up to this afternoon, you naughty hypnotist?”
Zelmann smiled sweetly, “I am meeting with the lovely police sergeant who is searching for my pocket watch, and if we are lucky, she will become another good and dear friend, and playmate. Would you like that, my dear?”
“Oh Arty, you know I would. My pussy is throbbing just at the very thought of it. Officer Jenkins, kiss my willy, you will obey.” Cassandra fell about the booth in hysterical laughter, imploring the Professor’s response.
“Well, it’s Sergeant Kestrall, but essentially the rest is correct. She is damn fine in a police uniform, too. I do hope she has some news about the watch.” He replied, then they shared a few more sweet hugs and squeezes, and Cassandra got back to work, saying goodbye in case she didn’t catch him before he left.
As it turned out, she was otherwise engaged as he departed, making his way to the address Tiffany Kestrall had supplied him. He pulled up in front of the house at five minutes to one, and strode purposefully up to the front door. He reached out to ring the doorbell, but just before he pressed it the door clicked, and began opening. Beaming a smile fit for a Miss Universe contestant, Tiffany greeted him and quickly invited him in. The Professor followed her into the corridor and along to the kitchen, and there he took a seat at her request. He couldn’t help but notice the dancing light in her eyes as she welcomed him into her home, and he guessed she in fact did have good news regarding the artefact in question. She was wonderful, she made him wait.
“My dear Professor, will you please join me for tea?” She was delicious, tea drinkers were hard to find these days, and the pastime of ‘taking tea’ was a pleasure he had a particular fondness for, yet another reminder of Grace.
The Professor radiated genuine gratitude as he responded, “My sweet sergeant, I would be ever so pleased to take tea with you. High tea is the ultimate expression of civilised society, and especially in such delightful company.”
Tiffany took his compliment in her stride, glowing inside as she took the kettle off the boil. “Earl Grey is my favoured brew, will that be to your liking, Professor?”
“How truly coincidental, Earl Grey is my favourite tea. I could not be more content. Please don’t tell me you have scones with jam and cream or I shall have to assume you have been investigating me.” Zelmann was liking her more and more every minute.
“I don’t know what to say next. I have definitely not been doing anything of the sort, but I can’t lie about the scones with cream and strawberry jam. I cooked them yesterday and they are at their finest, I’ll just pop them out of the oven.” Tiffany made a show of walking to the oven, and then bending at the waist to reveal her suspender clasps. She popped a half a dozen scones on to the tray next to the dishes of jam and cream, and put the recently poured pot of tea (still brewing) alongside the two cups, the milk jug and sugar bowl and brought the tray to the table. The Professor had a moment of ‘Alice in Wonderland’ going through his mind, and he loved it.
Tiffany encouraged him to get into the ritual, and he immediately grabbed a scone and broke it in half with his fingers. He picked up the small spoon to serve jam onto the scone, and smeared it across the each half, then repeated with the other spoon and the cream, gently dobbing it on top of the jam. Presently, Tiffany had completed pouring the tea, offering a cup to the Professor, and he offered her a scone half in return. As she released the cup their hands grazed delightfully against each other, and she graciously accepted the scone as he added a little milk to his good and strong tea. “Sugar, Professor?” Tiffany enquired as she offered the bowl.
At this point the Professor had to bite his lip in order not to say the obvious, ‘no, I’m sweet enough’, when he heard the soft thump of her pump hitting the carpet beneath the table, and felt her desirable stockinged toes gently inquiring at the back of his calf. Incidentally, Tiffany did say, “No, you wouldn’t take sugar, you couldn’t get any sweeter,” and Zelmann chuckled as he shared her pleasure. She continued to play her stockinged foot around his lower leg as she looked fondly into his eyes, and he flattered her with his return gaze.
“I wanted to tell you that I was quite impressed with the manner of the Police Station when I visited you the other day. Professional and courteous, efficient and business like, I imagine there is a lot of your handiwork on display there.” Zelmann lauded her expertise and supervision.
“I can’t take all the credit, but your compliment is high praise indeed, and I thank you deeply. Our work is seldom appreciated by members of the public, even special ones. I rely heavily on good work and dedication from the officers at the station, and I find my confidence in them is often rewarded. Young Timmonds, who you spoke to before me, is a fine example of what I’m talking about. He is determined to be a great detective, and he is prepared to take each step in turn to achieve his goal. The soppy thing tells me I am his role model, but I think he is just buttering me up most of the time. Still, nice to think I have some positive effect on my officers. He is the one who found the, erm, oops, I wasn’t going to give that away quite so early. Ah well, the cat is out of the bag, so to speak.” Tiffany was positively radiant talking about her work and her officers, and Zelmann caught the slip that made his heart sing. But he played dumb, he was enjoying Sergeant Kestrall’s company too much to cut her flow short.
“Tell me, Sergeant Kestrall, how long have you been serving in the force?” He steered her back to deep conversation as he offered her another half scone primed with a healthy (unhealthy?) dollop of jam and cream.
“No more of this Sergeant nonsense, please call me Tiffany. I joined as a cadet straight out of school. My mother had been to a school careers night with me and we saw a police officer giving a presentation on the force, and that buttoned it. My Mum made sure I was signed up for the upcoming intake, and I kind of had a thing for men in uniform, so I didn’t mind. After just a couple of weeks I decided it was the best thing that ever happened to me, and I have never looked back.” Tiffany was getting a little more intimate with her exploration, her stockinged foot now sliding up his thigh, nearing his throbbing erection.
“Tiffany, my dear sweet girl (at thirty seven no one had called her that in a long time, and it clawed at her heart, unfurling a yearning she had never known before), I am unable to resist your charms, it is true, but there is a matter of some importance to me that has yet to be resolved. Is there any news on my pocket watch?” The Professor put on a set of puppy dog eyes fit to melt her heart, and she relented. She reluctantly withdrew her foot and replaced her pump, and she got up and went to her bureau and took out the small box. Returning to the table she opened the box and offered it to the Professor.
“Timmonds chased down the lead and had the boys on the beat pay a visit to a well known fence. He was going to sell it for two hundred thousand dollars. I apologise for any doubt I showed you when you described it for me, it is truly spectacular.” Tiffany was a little deflated now the object had been produced, she feared there was no reason for him to stay any longer.
“Ah, thank you, and still in mint condition. Please accept my most sincere thanks, and please understand that this makes you miraculous in my eyes. May I have another cup?” The Professor reengaged Tiffany in the social ritual. She poured and sat, thrilling a little that he still wanted to be there. He in turn passed the half scone while he scoffed his. “And may I add my compliments to your cooking skill, these scones are divine, as is the jam, yours I suspect.”
She adored this man, he was so astute, “Yes, however did you know?”
“It is simple, and delicious, no preservative or emulsion aftertaste, and consistency of someone who knows what they are doing, and cares too. And with the intensity of flavour, I bet you grow the strawberries as well.” He popped the last portion of the scone into his mouth with a great show of appreciation, and a tear of joy trickled down Tiffany’s cheek. ‘The man with x-ray eyes’ she was thinking, he just looks straight through me and sees everything.
“Yes Professor, correct on all counts, you would make a good detective, I’d warrant.” Tiffany’s voice was a little unsteady with the emotion.
“Oh, please call me Arty. I’m sorry I didn’t think to say that earlier.” He sipped at his second cup as he regarded her beauty. He was rewarded with the reappearance of her stockinged foot, tantalising his reawakening cock. He reached under the table and softly arrested her foot, holding it in his left hand whilst he began to caress it with his right. The shock of his touch made her jump, but she tried not to withdraw it, and then she melted as his soft caresses inspired such enjoyable tingling sensations throughout her body. Pulses like a sonar beacon elicited nerve tingles in her nipples, her back, her neck, along her thighs and of course in her pussy. As if in a trance her other foot joined the first in his lap, and he obliged by caressing it equally, then gently rubbing both. The tea was over, and Tiffany was going to sleep. She wasn’t really caring, and the pleasure caused by the gentle rubbing was so exquisite that she couldn’t let it stop. Her mind was sinking and sliding, and the sleep was insidiously delicious, letting go was all she could do, it was all she wanted to do.
The Professor went on caressing her feet for a minute or so until she was so relaxed her head tilted to the side and rested on her shoulder. “Tiffany, my darling girl, you are so tired… it is time to go deeply to sleep, now… deeply to sleep.” For a brief moment Tiffany struggled with her eyelids, and Professor Zelmann cooed her efforts away. “No, no, do not resist… listen to my voice… do not resist… you want to sleep… rest your heavy eyelids and simply allow your tiredness to envelop you… sleep, my beautiful police girl, go very deeply to sleep.” All effort had now completely evaporated, Tiffany was blissfully asleep, in light hypnosis.
“In a moment, dear Tiffany, I am going to count to three. At the count of three you will open your eyes and behave as if you were awake and normal. You will want me to swing the watch for you so that you can show me how good you are at resisting hypnosis… you will think you can resist… but your subconscious mind wants to be hypnotised more than anything in the world. You will desperately try to resist the effect of the swinging pocket watch, but you succumb to my hypnotic power every time I commence my induction, and you will love it. You are totally unaware you are asleep, open your eyes at the count of three, 1… 2… 3. Your feet are very pretty, and you are so astute to pick my favourite games. You have no idea how much I desire you at this moment.” In her lightly hypnotised state this banter was firing her lust. She gently withdrew her feet as she gestured toward the pocket watch.
“Alright then Arty, show me what two hundred thousand dollars’ worth of hypnotic persuasion can do, swing the watch for me. I bet you can’t hypnotise me with it.” Tiffany was working the suggestions perfectly. The Professor asked Tiffany if she wouldn’t be more comfortable in a lower and more supportive seat, and she readily agreed, directing him through to the lounge. With the curtains open the sun peeped through the trees outside, delivering multiple shafts of sunbeams into the room. Tiffany sat in her favourite chair, and Zelmann positioned himself to take full advantage of the light.
“My dear sweet police girl, please tune your attention toward the intricate patterns of the amazing hypnotic pocket watch I am now swinging in front of your beautiful eyes.” The Professor gently swung the watch in a lazy arc of about twelve inches, some foot and a half in front of her, and slightly above her position, requiring her to look upwards to follow its motion. Tiffany focussed on the face of the watch and was absolutely astounded at the myriad of intricate features on display, she could have sworn that half of that was not there when she had studied it in her own hands. Her gaze was indeed captivated, she was unable to look anywhere else. “That’s right… just follow the swinging watch with your eyes… only your eyes… watch the watch… backwards and forwards… to and fro… backwards and forwards… to and fro… the watch becomes more interesting as you continue to look… backwards and forwards… to and fro… and despite your interest… it is making you tired… backwards and forwards… to and fro… you feel it is important to keep watching… you must keep watching as it swings… backwards and forwards… to and fro… and you start to feel drowsy… you feel very drowsy… as it swings… backwards and forwards… to and fro… your eyelids are getting heavy… backwards and forwards… to and fro… very heavy and drowsy… backwards and forwards… to and fro…”
Tiffany was focussed intently on the watch, telling herself she was so clever at resisting his attempt to sway her mind, but the watch kept catching beams of sunlight and flashing from time to time, and the rhythmic swinging and the flashing were becoming all enveloping as she listened to his incredible voice. Cripes she loved his voice, as he crooned softer and lower she felt like a baby being rocked in its crib, and that sleepy submission began to steal into her mind. She felt it, and so she fought it, a little, it felt so very nice.
“You are trying to watch the watch as it swings before you… but you need to blink… you must blink your eyes as they become more and more tired… don’t take your eyes from the watch as it swings backwards and forwards… to and fro… it feels so nice… that your eyelids are getting so very heavy… you try to keep your eyes open… but it is so nice that they feel heavy… they feel so heavy… as you watch the watch… swinging backwards and forwards… to and fro… and your eyelids are drooping as they get even heavier… and heavier…”
Tiffany thought she could watch a swinging watch for hours, it wasn’t that hard. But now she wasn’t so sure, although she was unaware that she was lightly hypnotised already, her mental faculty was sufficiently present to make the attempts to work in opposition to his suggestions, but for some reason she couldn’t work out, things were happening that were totally unexpected. Her eyelids were not doing what she wanted, she instructed the muscles to open her eyes but they only opened half way, and then hung like velvet curtains. Her hearing, clear and distinct at first, was growing fuzzy, a pleasant warm droning buzz in the background, offering soft comfort as she drowsed. She watched the watch swinging, but images of sleep and relaxation flitted back and forth across her mind’s eye as the desire to go to sleep became more inviting. She struggled against the temptation to close her eyes and sleep.
“You find yourself blinking more and more… slowly blinking… drowsier and drowsier… it is so hard to open your eyes as you blink… you want so much to keep your heavy eyelids closed every time you blink… close your eyes sweet Tiffany… it is hard to resist me… you cannot keep your eyes open any more as you grow sleepier and sleepier… you want to follow my voice… getting sleepier and sleepier… your eyelids won’t open now… sleepier and sleepier… so tired and heavy… drifting down into sleep… deep, deep asleep… my sweet Tiffany… you are asleep… listen to my voice… go deeper and deeper to sleep… obey my voice… that is an order Sergeant Tiffany Kestrall… sleep!” Tiffany suddenly slumped a hundred times deeper to sleep as he gave her the order, her conditioning as a police officer compelled her. She was completely under the Professor’s power, and his cock was like granite. She was so incredibly beautiful recumbent in perfect hypnotic slumber in front of him, he wanted her so much.
“Tiffany, my sweet, listen to my powerful hypnotic commands. You are now deeply hypnotised and must completely obey my voice, do you understand?”
“Yes, I must completely obey.” Tiffany was smiling in her arousal.
“Open your eyes and look at me.” Zelmann instructed. Tiffany slowly opened her eyes, taking a moment to gain focus. “Tell me what you are thinking about me.”
“Oh Arty, I want you. You are the most astounding man I have ever met. I have been so alone for so long, my husband doesn’t find me attractive any more, we don’t have sex. When I saw you my passion was rekindled, I never wanted a man so much in all my life. I feel completely at ease in your presence, and I love when you make me get sleepy, your voice makes me desire you. You touched my feet, and I love that so very much, and you made me go to sleep by touching my feet, that makes me happier than I have ever been.” Tiffany was crying now, gently streaming tears, not quite sobbing.
“Right now you are slipping deeper and deeper down to sleep, keep your eyes open but sleep deeper. Stand up, Tiffany.” Zelmann commanded. Tiffany rose to her feet, tears still welling up in her eyes as she looked at him. “You will respond to my passion, now, beautiful girl.” The Professor approached her and reached to her cheek, then gently guided their faces together and pressed his lips to hers. He reached his other arm around her waist and pulled her softly toward him as his kiss grew more passionate, and she was responding by inserting her tongue between his lips as her heartbeat increased. He firmed the pressure of his arms as he reached both of them behind her back, forcing her tightly against his manly torso, and she gasped in erotic pleasure at his strength, writhing her pussy against his bulging cock. The feel of his erection sent her into orbit, she had forgotten what it felt like to arouse a man in this way, and it brought all of her womanly passion flooding back, and the blood pounding through her temples flooded her brain and spurred her excitement higher still. Her tears continued to flow, now tears of exquisite joy as he made pleasures of a heavenly nature thrill her entire being.
The Professor reached a hand under the police skirt, and tickled at the hem of her panties, teasing her playfully. He moved a finger to the middle of her slit and started rubbing back and forth. There was no need for this, she was ‘as wet as a shag on a rock’, but she was unlikely to complain, the tingling around her pussy lips and clitoris was to die for. She started to grind against his hand wantonly, her need now governing her actions. He decided to bring her pleasure that belonged to her, so he prepared to wake her up. “Tiffany, do you want me enough to make love while you are awake?”
“Yes, Arty, anything for you.”
“Would you like it if I forced you to give in by using my hypnotic commands?”
“Aaargh, yes, oh yes, Arty, do it, make me your slave.”
“Tiffany, look at me. In a moment I am going to wake you. When you are awake you will discover you want me with all your heart and soul. But I have tricked you. I have made you horny without your permission, and it makes you more sexually excited than you can bear. It is naughty, I am so wicked, and you feel so trapped, and you suddenly realise you desire it so madly it burns you with lust, and you want me to make love with you so intensely that your orgasm will last a thousand lifetimes. You will awaken at the count of five, be in full possession of your faculties, and be completely immersed in your need to make passionate love to me. 1… 2… 3… 4… 5. Awaken my beautiful girl.”
Tiffany closed her eyes as he started to count, then opened her eyes after five. She was conflicted, and confused, but only for a moment. Her mind quickly accepted that this was a lifetime fantasy, and her husband could go and fuck himself, her current passion would create enough of a memory to last forever. The Professor asked Tiffany to stand up straight, and not move. He then started to unbutton her blouse, leaning in and planting fairy kisses on her lips, her neck, her ears, her cheek, and continuing until all the buttons were undone. He then tickled her stomach lightly, producing the most glorious giggling, and traced his fingers along the skin up to her bra, circling her nipples. That stopped her giggling, replacing it with delicious sighs and groans as they rose impressively, making stiff peaks through the sensuous material. He then took the blouse in his hands and made a show of removing it from her shoulders and dragging it down her arms, trapping her hands in the cuffs. Cuffs, what a novel concept for a police officer, her blouse hanging from the sleeve cuffs behind her back, he tickled her armpits sweetly, and her laughter made delectable music, and with her arms still caught, he proceeded to unhook her bra, slowly releasing the elastic grip on her breasts, and taking them in his hands and softly kneading them, thumbing the tingling nipples. Tiffany was singing in her head, a song of joy beyond her entire experience.
Zelmann removed her blouse entirely now, freeing her hands, and then trailed her bra straps along her skin as he removed her bra, too. Her lustrous blue eyes were alive with desire, she wanted so desperately everything he was giving to her. He told her to take off his shirt, and her face brightened even further. She became animated, taking to his buttons as he did hers, and planting kisses on his strong chest as she went. She fingered his nipples in the hope of some reaction, and they stiffened, and he pushed his chest forward to encourage more, and she bent to suck them, holding his cock bulge in her hand at the same time. She was growing dizzy as the blood rush continued to increase, and her hands went to his shoulders to steady herself. He unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor, then he stooped and put a hand behind her knees, and picked her up so easily, lifting her out of her skirt and kissing her lips forcefully. She had an orgasm. A little one, powerfully tingling for a moment, and softening to a gentle streak of joy. He carried her in the direction she indicated for her bedroom, and threw her dramatically on to the soft bed.
Zelmann boldly stood before her and undid his belt, dropping his trousers and stepping out of them, and Tiffany squealed with delight as she gorged her vision on the outline of his massive erection fairly bursting out of his jocks, a flattering wet spot over the tip. Tiffany was writhing about, frantically removing her knickers as the Professor thumbed the waistband of his jocks, springing his erect rod as they were lowered and kicked away, and she then held out her arms beckoning him to her. He climbed on to the bed and up between her legs, lowering himself teasingly an inch short of her love tunnel. He kissed her again while sneaking up to her entrance, his cock now pressing at her labia. She worked her hips up and down and succeeded in enveloping the head in her nest, and together they softly engaged full penetration, pushing past the passion limit and bringing the complete whirling dervish into Tiffany’s mind. Zelmann decided to give her even more. He whispered seductively into her ear.
“Tiffany, my darling, you are awake, and yet you are completely under my power. I am a master hypnotist and I want you so much I have seduced you against your will. My power is so absolute that you are loving it more and more because you can’t stop it, and my passion for you is so deliciously inappropriate you are cumming your brains out.” And that did it! Tiffany was humping rhythmically with his thrusting until he said that, and she suddenly turned to thrashing about wildly, grabbing frantically around his back, bucking and gyrating against his groin. Zelmann maintained a perfect control over her wild movements, continuing to piston in and out of her spasming quim, maintaining a pressure and tempo that held her in a perpetual orgasm, she actually couldn’t stop cumming, and he kept her doing it, for minutes, over and over, and she was moaning, and groaning, and shrieking, and then crying again. Zelmann let her go, his own satiation complete. He grabbed her buttock and rolled over, placing her arm under his neck. With his hand he held her bum to secure his cock in her while they lay side by side, then he looked into her eyes and smiled a lover’s smile.
After what seemed an eternity (around five minutes), Tiffany spoke, “I’m not sure what to do about my husband, now. We have been faithful for so long, I don’t remember why we do it. I don’t think I love him, and I’m all but certain he doesn’t love me, we haven’t had sex for over six years. You have hurt me terribly, my insides are churned up, and I can’t believe I will ever love anybody but you. But you couldn’t possibly be available with talent like that, so I’ll likely never see you again, and I’m gutted.”
The Professor turned on the charming glow in his eyes, and calmed her sadness, “Sweet beautiful Tiffany, my desire for you is so strong I will never forsake you. It is true I have a true love of my own, but it is a permissive love, and I want you to meet her, and suck her pussy, too.” Tiffany blushed profusely, women were not attractive to her and the very thought made her uneasy. But what if he hypnotised her to play with a woman, could she resist? She suddenly found the thought of being with a woman most exciting, if he made her do it with hypnotism. ‘Oh gosh, I’m besotted. I can’t stand how good he makes me feel’, she was thinking. He pulled her head close and kissed her again, “I adore you, Tiffany, I simply adore you. You are in my plans for the future, rest assured.” And her capture was complete, her heart swelled fit to burst, and she would do whatever he wanted. She held him close and dreamed for a minute that lasted forever.
Shortly after forever, Tiffany finally felt his cock slip out of her pussy, his softening had taken ages. She just loved a man remaining stiff in her pussy for a while, and then shrinking gradually, none had ever lasted like this, though. She felt contented, flattered, satiated, and his words were music to her ears. He took control again, “Come sweet girl, get dressed and come and talk with me. It would be great if you would make another pot of tea.” Tiffany got up and showed him through to the bathroom, and they both rinsed and dried before dressing, and then returned to the kitchen. She put the kettle on and rinsed the tea pot, swirling it with hot water again in preparation for another brew. Three spoons of tea and when the kettle boiled, two thirds fill with water. Tea cosy on, leave it three minutes to brew.
Two scones were left from earlier, so Zelmann broke the first and smeared jam and then blobbed a little cream on each half, offering one to Tiffany, and they nibbled the scones while he spoke. “I am quite serious when I say that I adore you, Tiffany, err, what may I call you from now on, if you and your husband are in trouble?”
Tiffany was pouring the tea as she replied, “Best, my maiden name is Best, and yes, the popular joke was ‘she’s the best’. Maybe after all this time of not calling myself Best I have lost my connection to it. But you have well and truly reminded me of the good times, and I like the idea of using that name again. These will be the Best of times, nice.”
“Will you continue to be alright, there are a number of things I can do to secure your happiness, hypnotically, that is?” He offered her, sympathetically.
“I am just fine, I’m a new woman today, you naughty hypnotist. I can’t tell you how much it means to me that you were so infatuated with me that you sought to put me under your power. I feel whole, again, a complete woman. Thank you. But my compass is true, and my relationship has run its course, and it’s time to put an end to it.” The sadness failed to dent her determination, she felt she had something new to live for. After some more comforting words, and the final slurp of his tea, the Professor got up to leave (take the relieving his bladder thing for granted), and turning to Sergeant Best he took her gracefully into his arms again and kissed her passionately, deeply, and she loved every moment of it. ‘Oh my, the things I let myself miss all these years’ she thought. With a final adios the Professor set off, promising to get in touch with her again soon. As he turned the key in the ignition he inspected the watch, so very pleased that the magnificent Sergeant had been able to recover it for him. He slipped it into his pocket and drove off toward the theatre.
Connie and Cherie said their goodbyes and hit the road, Connie deciding to nip by work and pick up the laptop and paperwork and make an early start at home. On the way there, Cherie’s phone rang, and it was Sabine. She wanted to know if Cherie would like to come round for dinner at her place tonight, and if possible, Tim and Connie were invited, too. Connie was nodding like the proverbial ‘dog on the parcel shelf’, and was pleased she had decided to get an early start on the paperwork for work. Cherie confirmed to Sabine that they would all be overjoyed to come to dinner with her tonight, what time should they get there and what can they bring? Sabine felt a little jump for joy moment, the Professor was right, she did feel a sense of loving interest from this circle. She would be cooking a Lobster in White Wine Sauce dish, so a favourite white wine would be the ticket, and she would see them around seven. Cherie rang off and started to sex Connie up about what a doll Sabine is, intimating that Tim might have an erection problem again tonight, and Connie giggled hysterically.
As they pulled up at Madison Blinds Connie could see a marked degree more progress, and when she saw her boss he apologised for telling her to come in the day before. Connie let him know it was fine, she was just not on her A game this week, but one last evening session should see her ready to tackle the office, especially if the big noise events were finished. He assured her that the majority was finished, just some small fixings might use a tiny hammer or cordless drill moment. Connie popped in to the Operations Manager and chatted for a while, then grabbed all the completed dockets and the sales slips and headed back to the car. Tim rang as Connie got back in the car, said the SUV was ready to pick up if it was convenient, and Cherie was only too happy to drive either car back to their home. So Connie headed to Nick’s garage next for the SUV.
Cherie was noting to Connie about the curves life throws at us all from time to time, and while they were dealing with cars it provided a good analogy, “When life throws us these tight curves, we just need to drop back a gear or two, concentrate harder, remember where we are headed and drive attentively. Then as the road opens up again we can move into high gear and really take off.” Connie got a nice feeling from Cherie’s comment, and her mind set received a lift, lucky for Nick. Connie stopped her car in his tight little parking zone, and she and Cherie strolled into his office, much to the enjoyment of the mechanics in the workshop. Connie was a bit miffed about the fifteen hundred dollar repair cost, and was shaping to clip Nick behind the ear for his comment about riding the clutch, but she stopped short when he apologised up front, saying the trouble had been found to be a fracture in the clutch plate. He was sorry for the comment and the price of the parts, but bemoaned the down side of driving SUVs. Vehicles sorted, friendships mended, Connie grabbed the keys to the SUV and Cherie got in behind the wheel of Connie’s car, and they drove home.