Hypnotist at the Bijou
Part 27
The gang were all hugging and smiling and saying goodbye for now, with Irene and Claire clinging on to each other like Velcro. There is something to the notion that love is a chemical thing, or a psychic thing, or an imaginary thing, or just a load of old nonsense, but whatever it is, Irene and Claire now had it bad (or… good). After her third orgasmic burst in that private alcove, and delivering Claire her fourth, Irene was as deeply in love with Claire as she was with the Professor. Almost seems redundant to say that these sweeties had been making plans for most of the afternoon, but amongst the merriment they were hardly missed. Tim was clutching at Angie, sensuously caressing her bum, with Angie not really trying very hard to stop him, and sighing and cooing into his ear, Angie had noticed Tim was being a lot more generous with his favours today, Connie must be loosening the leash, she thought. Tracey was beaming like a lighthouse, the friendship in this group was amazing, and she couldn’t get enough of their good wishes and genuine rapport, and right at this moment she couldn’t get enough of Cherie Brooks softly holding her, and rubbing her back and whispering adoration into her ear. Meggs wanted to start humping Cherie’s leg, but runway models don’t do that sort of thing (no civilised human beings do that sort of thing, I hope!). Tracey had felt her world widen to a new scope, a new vista of potential experiences, and it excited her tremendously. After the hug Tracey was floating on air, and gazed affectionately while Cherie performed the same desirous dance with Meggs, clearly intent on vesting her adoration on them both.
Just then the Professor and Cassandra swept in from the bright sidewalk, coming toward the group as their eyes adjusted. “I see we’re too late.” The Professor sighed, his heart weighing heavily on missing the gathering. They hadn’t missed everything, though, as the round of hugging started afresh. Cassandra sized Meggs up for a beauty, with Meggs greatly enjoying both the attention and the amazing hug, ‘fuck, this girl really knows how to say hi’, she noted, her pussy steaming anew with desire as Cassandra stroked Meggs hair away from her face.
“I was really hoping to spend some time getting to know you better, Meggs, I’m quite taken with what I see, and your hug is to die for,” Cassandra was saying to Meggs. Meggs was blushing, which she doesn’t do, being flustered or embarrassed isn’t her thing, but her admiration for Cassandra wasn’t expected to be returned, and it had caught her by surprise, and delight.
“Well, Tracey and I don’t need to shuffle off just yet, if you want to stay and grab a drink with us. Would that be alright with you, Trace?” Meggs was tripping over her words as they tumbled out.
“That’d be nice. We haven’t been introduced as yet. You’re Cassandra, Professor Zelmann’s girlfriend?” Tracey seemed a little timid in the radiance of this goddess.
“Yes, I am. I feel I have an advantage over you, Arty speaks in glowing terms about you and Jim, and my affection extends to you as well.” As Cassandra admired Tracey’s gorgeous eyes, Tracey was becoming decidedly giddy with pleasure. Everyone she was meeting here was loving her in a most uplifting way, and she was beginning to feel like a million dollars (not the green and crinkly sort that you count and spend). Professor Zelmann graciously greeted Meggs and Tracey, and then entered into Cherie’s vortex. There was an earth shattering explosion as Cherie and the Professor touched, at least there was inside their heads. As they inexorably drew closer and wound their arms around each other they engaged the psychic energy at its most extreme. The Professor had not prepared himself, and Cherie wasn’t aware of it coming, so they were both taken by surprise. The power was enormous, and there was seriously a blue aura shimmering around their combined form as the kiss began. The Professor wrested control first, calming his output a little, but Cherie took quite a while to get hold of hers, and the kiss became erotic and electric. Zelmann was as hard as the Rock of Gibraltar, and Cherie was pressed firmly up against him, unable to stop wrestling with his tongue and squirming against his manhood, and even Cassandra was taken aback.
The Professor broke contact just enough to whisper ‘control’ into Cherie’s ear, and she asserted herself and got a grip of it. As she leaned back she said, “Oops. Please forgive me, Professor, I had no idea that would happen. Wow, was that you and me and the thing?”
“Yes, I fear even I didn’t count on that amount of dissipation. I expect it’s because of my feelings for you, and perhaps you have some for me. We might have to get around with an earthing strap tied to our bums.” The Professor wittily dissolved the tension. The crew and other people in the wine bar were rubbing their eyes in disbelief, and thankfully most of them continued to disbelieve it thereafter. But Meggs and Tracey and Angie were curious as to what just happened, and so the Professor and Cherie took them into their confidence. Cherie took hold of Tracy and Meggs hands and encouraged a tight circle with the Professor and Angie.
She spoke softly in order not to broadcast it to the world, “Guys, as you know, the Professor is a great hypnotist. If he chose to he could put you into a trance and make you do anything. He is actually much more than that, but I am not at liberty to say anything more about it, suffice to say that he spotted a talent in me, and he helped me to develop it, and the result is that we have an extraordinary connection. Safe to say, though, neither of us knew that was going to happen, but rest assured, we are fine, and both the better for it.” As the other women started to form questions and seek to interrogate Cherie further, she simply raised a hand and asked that they accept that for now. The Professor was chuffed, she was brilliant, he couldn’t have handled that better himself. The world was in good hands, he mused. As they each returned Cherie’s loving gaze, their collective minds mellowed in acceptance, adoring the improbable green shimmering they thought they saw as she looked at them. Cassandra grabbed the Professor and led him to the table along with Meggs and Tracey, sitting him in front of his favoured Cognac, and the girls a new white wine each. Cassandra began to deeply engage the women in personal conversation, impressing even the Professor with her ability to compel their love and adoration.
Tim and Irene were bidding farewell as they set off to return to the theatre, and Cherie and Claire broke off from them as they left, and re-joined the group. Cherie was amazed at hearing Cassandra loving the women so amorously, and took a few minutes to observe, keeping a little quiet, unusually for her. Claire was very quickly under Cassandra’s spell as well, offering stories and experiences from her own childhood, and swapping with Angie, Meggs and Tracey as they all became more deeply entwined in friendship. The Professor was glowing with satisfaction seeing his group so enthusiastic and compatible, coming back here was going to be such a delight, but for the moment he was contemplating Tiffany’s dilemma, trying to predict the kind of moves Philip would likely make. His direction was a little dark and foreboding, and try as he might, he could not help but fear for his darling Tiffany’s wellbeing. As an added distraction he kept getting flares from meeting Cherie’s gaze, his fires lighting his irises, while Cherie’s emeralds illuminated hers. Something more was afoot here, and he bent to Cherie’s ear to whisper to her.
“My dear Cherie, I feel we must find a secluded spot and investigate the possibility of unfinished business. Could you come with me to the theatre?”
“Yes, I know what you mean. I think you’re right, we ought to resolve it before we put on another show.” Cherie observed. They offered apologies to the group, the Professor gauging Cassandra’s comfort, and she returning his sentiment, leaving him in no doubt about her happiness to stay in conversation with the women. And so they left to seclude themselves in the Professor’s dressing room, and explore this fractious sparking between them.
Cherie and the Professor entered the dressing room, and he locked the door behind them. As he gently touched her shoulder walking to the table they arced, a bright blue flash shocking them dramatically, and leaving them a little bemused. They sat and started to look at each other, and then stare at each other, then they fiercely gazed at each other, and their respective irises flared wildly into activity once again. Zelmann fought for control of his energy, attempting to measure his output, but to no avail. Cherie was sucking out his power, harnessing all of his myriad compartments in full expression. At the same time, she was absorbing all his energy and rebounding a surreal shockwave of her own, opening awareness Zelmann never suspected he possessed. The psychic energy swap took several minutes to equalise itself, never being truly in the control of either of them, but neither of them passed out this time. As the volume of the power reduced, they both sat in absolute admiration of the other, slowly regaining their senses as the order returned to their minds. Cherie ventured the first words, “Yeah, see how you like them apples.”
Both of them fell off their chairs and rolled about the floor laughing hysterically, the sensations of vitality and capability and fitness and health filling them to overflowing, the Professor feeling another sixty or seventy years peel away from him, and Cherie feeling like a frisky kitten. They pulled themselves up together and stood and kissed, tongues intertwining, groins grinding purposefully together, but no more emanations, just purest pleasure and desire. “That does seem to have fixed it,” the Professor discerned as he watched Cherie carefully. She gazed back toward him and performed the strangest thing he had ever seen, she lit up her emeralds, and then made them turn in a circle. Her irises seemed to be slowly spinning around, and he was captivated, unable to turn away. His mind was drifting out from under him, a feeling that was unfamiliar, and then he was growing sleepy. His eyelids began to falter, and his mind was slipping into the dream realm, and his cock was like a bar of iron.
“Sleep now… my darling Professor… relax deeply and go to sleep.” Cherie was opening his zip as she crooned to him, and withdrew his throbbing cock from his pants. She softly rubbed his glans back and forth as she continued, “deeper and deeper to sleep now… you are deeply under my power… my darling Professor… ten times more sexually aroused… ten times more tingly and excited… give it up for me, Arty… lose your load for me now… get your hanky ready… cum my darling man… cum now!” The Professor was profoundly hypnotised at this point, and her suggestions were irresistible for him. He quickly grabbed his clean handkerchief and covered his rocketing semen as her seductive voice unleashed his ejaculation. Spurt after spurt of copious quantities of cum, thrilling him to his very core, and Cherie guiding him and taking his will away with, “spurt again… Arty… you are under my power… spurt again… deeper and deeper… you will obey.” The Professor was helpless, and so much more excited because of it. No-one had ever been able to do this to him, no-one. And he loved it, beautiful, magnificent Cherie had taken his will away, and he couldn’t get enough of it. And then she let him slowly recover, and sweetly woke him up.
As he opened his eyes a tear welled up and trickled down his cheek, he was now complete, his life could end and he would be happy (of course his life was nowhere near ending, take heart, dear readers). His desire for Cherie had rendered him helpless in the induction of her trance, being caught by surprise was the trigger to the blissful seduction. He gazed adoringly at her and asked, “How did you manage that?”
Cherie looked like Cleopatra (might have looked), a suave and confident seductress in complete control of her armoury. “My most delightful Professor, we have yet again given each other the most extraordinary compliment of gifts, and yours to me apparently included the key to your subconscious. I have taken such pleasure as I have never known before in exploring your mind, and I have gained such knowledge and wisdom in the foraging. I can’t wait to see what my mind offered you in return.” This caused the Professor to turn his thoughts inward, and he seemed to grow in pure exhilaration at each discovery he made.
“Oh, my, Cherie. I can scarcely believe my good fortune, the aptitudes and the potency your connection have afforded me are monumental, I have a debt of gratitude I may never repay. My observation of you as my superior seems hardly sufficient to describe your talent, this approaches the mastery of those who deigned to call themselves Gods. I will treasure this new scope of faculties always.” And with that he smiled evilly and said, “Let me tickle your feet.”
Cherie grew apprehensive and said no, not knowing what he may be proposing, but then the room seemed to darken, and her awareness was fading, and before she knew it she was lifting her sweaty feet out of her shoes and placing them on the Professor’s lap. Unusually for the Professor, she thought, he went straight to brisk and tortuous tickling, instantly reducing her to hysterical agony (of the intensely pleasurable sort), with her being completely unable to even flinch during his maniacal assault. The hysteria was overwhelming, and she felt her bladder control falter, and she squirted a little pee, heck, she couldn’t stop squirting pee all of a sudden. As she continued to laugh uncontrollably the wee was splashing on the toilet floor as she heard her dog come running up the path. Her mum mustn’t know she missed the dunny, and she grabbed at the toilet roll to mop herself while the good old dog started lapping at the pool on the floor. Mopping at the remaining pool and her wet legs Cherie flushed and raced back out to secure the rabbit’s cage, as she wasn’t sure if she had left it open before her bladder urgency caused her to… rabbit… flush… what the?
Her mind began to refocus, and as the room came back into view she noted her legs were crossed under the table, and her shoes were firmly intact on her feet. Her dog was nowhere to be seen and there was no toilet, no urgency, and no signs of their having ever been so. Just the silly Professor grinning like a loon opposite her. It was hitting her slowly, the Professor had done something to her to make her see these things in her mind. “O… kay. That was different. Care to explain?”
“Oh Cherie, I love Cassandra so, but what I feel for you now cannot be surpassed. You have given me a talent that I have desired for over a hundred years. I telepathically called on your memories to create an imaginary experience, then I fuelled your desires. True to say I wasn’t exactly in control of it, but practice will aid in that quest. I pray that the experience was at least an enjoyable one for you.” The Professor told Cherie.
“Well, it certainly was intense, I felt a tickling that went beyond pleasure, but it wasn’t unpleasant. The loss of bladder control was a little weird, but I remember the episode it came from clearly. I had been feeding my rabbit, King Charles, and I discovered the urge to wee. This was when I was four, or maybe five, I really loved that rabbit. Anyway, the cage was way down the back of the yard, and it took a while to get to the house, and by the time I got to the toilet I was bursting, and trying to get my knickers down while getting onto the seat I lost control, weeing on the seat and the floor. And I just relived that. And it was tremendously real, it felt just like I was five again. Come to think of it, I feel like I am five now, bright and frisky and so bursting with enthusiasm about life and everything. Will this last?” Cherie was asking the Professor.
“My beautiful darling child. I love you with such an enduring passion that I must tell you a story, a story about things beyond the imagination of ordinary people, a story that you have now embarked on, and were always going to. A story that will take even you quite some effort to believe, but the time has come for you to know. In the sense of human beings, you have become an immortal. I do not know where your end may be, but if I am any guide, it is a very long way off. You see, I am one hundred and eighty years old, I’ll be one eighty one in August. I was born in eighteen thirty four. The mantle of ‘Master Hypnotist’ is a title in name only, the reality is far more complex than that. We are self regenerating beings, with the capacity to restore our vigour and strength, and to impart the same to others as we choose. You have been marvelling at your appearance over the last few days, and you can be confident that this will last for as long as you hold that image in your mind.” As the Professor spoke, Cherie’s eyes grew wide and amazed, she knew the information was true, and yet she couldn’t help but stare in awe and wonder.
“Your life will be as amazing as you want it to be, although you will still be governed by Karma, as are we all. The down side is that those people who do not share your intimate journey will age, and sooner or later most will separate from your company as the differences between you become ever clearer. They won’t really know or be concerned about your apparent youth, as they see you from week to week the perception of difference will be gradual. They will simply mature in outlook and slow down in their activities. You must be prepared for this, otherwise it will hurt you desperately.” This made sense, and as the Professor spoke Cherie felt the sense of foreboding at what was to come.
“Will Connie and Tim be connected to me, I mean, will they age?” Cherie questioned.
“If you maintain regular contact and continue to hypnotise them both, you can infuse the universal energy into their beings ongoing. They can share your journey as long as you want. But if you do that, please let them know, they need to understand what is happening to them. You can’t be everywhere, all of the time, so there will be limits to what you can do. If they have children, they may have to watch them grow old and die, and no parent should face that.” He warned.
“Wow, I hadn’t even considered that. I am going to have to have a long, hard think about how to manage the circumstances I want to create. It’s so bloody excellent to have a friend as clever as you, you really do make life so good.” Cherie smiled at him.
“And that is a job you have to take on, now. You have to work on making life good for everyone you meet, and the wonderful thing is, you have the capability to do it,” Zelmann pointed out. Cherie was perfectly at ease with the concept, these were the things that caused her such grief when she slept on the decision previously, although the depths of her subconscious had buried it. But now she embraced it, a life of bringing good fortune and good cheer was such a privilege and a reward.
“And so now you have telepathy working properly?” Cherie asked inquisitively.
“Yes, you darling little battery girl, you have completed the circuitry for me. You have it too, but it will take a few years to manifest. The operation is a complex combination of belief, persuasion and visualisation, and just getting the first thought into someone’s mind may take ages. You’ll get it though, I have no doubt. And quicker than I did, I’ll warrant. But that will have to be enough for now, I have a show to do this evening, and I expect the others will want to know what you’re up to. Give me a kiss goodbye or I shall surely die.” And once again the Professor and Cherie Brooks shared a long and deep kiss that transcends mere mortals, bringing each other more joy and more deep energy. Then Cherie grabbed her bag and wistfully made for the door, unlocking it and heading for the foyer, making a small wave as she parted.
Tim looked a little bemused when he saw Cherie, “Didn’t I just leave you at the wine bar?”
“The Professor and I needed to finish some business, but I’m off now, unless you want me to tease you some more.” Cherie purred.
“You know I do, but there are some things I need to do, so maybe tonight. Angie is coming over for dinner, are you going to be with us?”
“Brilliant, I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I have been meaning to put some time aside for Angie, the other night was all too brief. I expect I’ll be at home by the time you get there. Is there anything I can do to kick the evening off?”
“Can you shop? I mean, have you got an opportunity to drop into the mundane old supermarket and pick up a few things? Connie has dictated a list over the phone cos she is flat out this afternoon. I said I’ll grab the stuff, but quite frankly, I’m a bit pushed today, especially after that wonderful lunch.” Tim pleaded through puppy dog eyes.
“Sure thing, I’ll have the stuff there when you and Connie get home. See you then.” And with that, Cherie took the shopping list and headed out the door. She decided to go to the shopping centre near her old home, check out how much it had changed, and even as she pulled up in the car park, which was now a multi storey building with a tight and twisting ramp, she was impressed with the modernisation of the place. She found a park, and walked across the pedestrian walkway to the second floor of the centre; that was obviously new, and a treat, beats getting soaking wet when dashing through the rain from the car park into the supermarket like what her and mum used to do when she was little. Seems that not much of the original centre remained, all this was new, the supermarket had been rebuilt, and it was now modern and bright (and it looked a lot cleaner).
Some things never change, however, and there were a number of people there who looked familiar. Nodding and smiling, some po-faced but acknowledging her presence, and then, bump into good old Mrs Thompson. Cherie couldn’t help but notice that Mrs Thompson had become considerably older, although that only made sense, of course. Mrs Thompson had lived a couple of doors down from the Brooks’ place, a cheerful woman who was a bit of a busybody, always poking her nose into everyone’s business. Still, she had a heart of gold, and never harped on the bad things. “Cherie, how wonderful to see you. I see you are well, in fact, I see you are very well indeed! How is your dear sister Connie, I understand she married a businessman?”
“Mrs Thompson, hello. You look well, too. I must say, it really is nice to see you. Yes, I suppose Tim is a businessman, he and Connie own the Bijou Theatre in town, and they are as happy as larks. You’re Harry missed out on a fine girl there.” Cherie quipped.
“Oh well, you know what they say, as one door closes, another one opens. Our Harry works with a travel agency now, as a vetting consultant. He is forever flying out to exotic destinations to check out the logistics, as he calls it. I hardly see him anymore, although he has a new girl with him every time I do. They own the Bijou, well I never, life must be pretty good for her then. I haven’t seen you for a long time either, what have you been up to?”
“I moved up to the mid north, followed a man, got a job, and at least the job worked out. I love living there, but I miss family and friends occasionally. I’ve got a few weeks off right now, staying down with Tim and Connie, we’re having a blast.” Cherie offered.
“Good for you, dear. And your Mum and Dad, are they okay? I haven’t heard anything of them since they moved to the Gold Coast.”
“They love it up there, spend a lot of time with my Aunt Sally and Uncle Jeff, you remember them.”
“Yes… I wasn’t all that keen on your uncle, he was a bit angry as I remember. Still, as long as they are well and enjoying themselves, it’s all you can ask, isn’t it?”
“Quite so. I will give them your kind regards next time I email them. I’m picking up some things for a dinner tonight, so I must dash. It was great to see you, give my regards to Harry when you next see him, maybe don’t mention the soccer club. Bye.” Cherie left Mrs Thompson with that little teaser, expecting that she would now have to ask him about it. Cherie would love to be there, just to see Harry’s face when she brought it back to mind, the time that Connie and Cherie saw their first willy.
“Good-bye dear, lovely to see you.” Mrs Thompson merrily strode off.
It seemed interesting to Cherie that there were no people working in the centre that she used to know. All new store owners, new butcher, fish and chip shop gone, chicken shop with new owners, none of the old faces, and really it was only eight years after all. Apart from Mrs Thompson this seemed to have cured her nostalgic inkling, nothing felt the same here now. She got on and gathered all the items on the list, and a few that might make the evening even more satisfying, and then headed home (Tim and Connie’s).
Cherie spent an hour or so preparing the goodies for the evening meal, peeling and sorting veggies, chopping some onions and cutting and separating the meat and popping it in the fridge. Then she slipped into the shower to freshen up, admiring herself in the mirror as she dried. ‘One hundred and eighty, and not looking more than a fit healthy forty year old. If Professor Zelmann could do that, I wonder if I can still look like this in fifty years’ time. I’m going to have to work out when I can tell Connie and Tim, that’s not going to be an easy conversation’. She went to her room and dressed, deciding that Angie should get to see her in her finest, rather than slumming it for the evening. Anyway, Tim was enough reason to get tarted up, Cherie loved the effect she kept having on him, and seemingly so did he, and Connie, too.
Just then the SUV pulled into the driveway, followed by Connie’s car, and Angie’s immediately behind them. Cherie was charged over the day’s events, and felt frisky (horny as a mountain goat, not like a kitten) and ready for some fun. She deliberately hugged each of the travellers as they entered, making sure to cling and squirm and sensuously caress them all, and her affections were warmly returned. Angie was wondering how much of this she had been missing this week with all the work, but she sure was glad to be here now. Connie was delighted when she saw the kitchen, all in readiness to start cooking, and she came back out for another hug to thank Cherie. And she couldn’t help but notice Tim’s erection (she always noticed), and told him to put it away or she’d have to let Angie play with it. Tim and Angie both lit up, and Connie smacked them both playfully.
Angie had asked Tim where the dress was that Connie had offered her, and he led her through to the bedroom. Cherie and Connie made headway in preparing the dinner while they were alone, with Cherie filling Connie in about the events at the wine bar, and Connie longingly picturing the gathering. Tim sorted through the stuff in the closet while Angie emulated a stunned mullet, eventually noticing something under the dressing gown hanging on the back of the door. Fatefully she lifted the dressing gown off the hook, and saw the eyes of Zelmann (of course she saw all of him, but it was the eyes that mattered). Tim realised too late, and as he turned to warn Angie about the poster, he too found his eyes glued to the image of the mighty hypnotist. And then Angie and Tim stood side by side as the hypnotist compelled them, Angie’s subconscious was equally filled with sexual imagery from the show last Saturday, and so she was instantly aroused and wanting. Tim was unable to control his actions, and he snaked a hand to Angie’s waiting pussy, and began to play wickedly as she stood helplessly, in the thrall of Zelmann’s hypnotic stare. Her response was just as irresistible for her, as she stroked his erect shaft through his pants, and got an inkling of why he had been referred to as big dick.
Cherie had just been talking about Mrs Thompson, and telling her to ask Harry about the soccer club, when it occurred to her that Angie in the bedroom might be fraught with danger. Connie stopped chuckling, and they looked at each other for a moment, then Connie checked the cooking was safe and followed Cherie to the bedroom. Cherie sneaked the door open a crack, and peered in, confirming her most ardent fantasy. Angie was slowly peeling Tim’s zip down as Tim fingered in past her knickers, the look of utter joy framing both of their faces. Cherie pulled back and allowed Connie to peek. Connie sneaked her head round the door just as Angie was extracting Tim’s cock, firm and throbbing, out into the open. Connie’s mouth breathed the words ‘rub the juice around the head’, without meaning to, and she was transfixed as Angie proceeded to do just that. Watching both of them unable to break the spell was driving Connie nuts, and she wished Cherie would work on her from behind. And then she did, sweetly caressing the top of Connie thighs and bum, then sliding a finger along her crack. Connie ground her hips to encourage Cherie’s dalliance as she again muttered to the bewitched pair, ‘don’t cum, Tim, you can’t orgasm just yet’. At this moment Cherie felt her finger disappear into Connie’s hole in the slippery juices, and she pursued the pleasure spots to make Connie’s joy even more exciting. Then Tim recovered his awareness and went beet red, backing away from Angie’s hand, leaving Angie waving about in mid air, her expression never changing.
Connie pushed the door all the way open, and Angie began to falter, her eyes blinking for the first time in ten minutes. Gradually her awareness returned, and she couldn’t grasp the scene before her. Cherie strode up to her and wrapped her arms around her, and said, “Don’t worry, babe, this is a frequent hazard in this house, now. We love you dearly, and we hope you aren’t too taken aback by what you have just done.”
“What have I just done?” Angie quizzically protested, although as she looked at Tim stuffing his monster back into its lair she got an idea.
“The poster on the back of the door has a rather profound effect, especially on people who have seen the Professor’s act. You were hypnotised by his eyes, and then I guess you must have taken Big Dick’s big dick out to play with it. And he loved it, and so did we.” Cherie filled Angie in on the entertaining world of hypnotism.
“Seriously, Tim and I playing house, oh my dear Aunt Betsy, I don’t believe I couldn’t stop myself. Please forgive me, Connie, I didn’t know what I was doing.” Angie was mortified.
“Darling girl, nothing to forgive, I love that you and Tim are comfortable enough with each other to do that. And I loved that you couldn’t stop doing it while I was watching you, gosh you made me horny.” Connie hugged Angie, and then Tim gave her a hug as well, and then gave her the dress. Angie’s head was spinning like a clothes dryer, and was just as hot. But then they went back to the kitchen to get the dinner on to the plates.
As the group scurried about the kitchen organising the scrumptious repast, Angie was still recovering from her spell, and the moments under the hypnotic capture were seeping into her awareness. Her sexual heat was intensifying, and the image of Tim standing still and not being able to stop her from taking his cock out and playing with it was so sexy it was almost hurting with pleasure. As they sat at the table Angie was steaming, and desperately needed to somehow release the pressure of her arousal. Cherie could see this, and began to turn on the glow in her irises, and with each glance, or meeting of their eyes, her influence over Angie helped her to quieten, and grow ever more sexually excited.
The food was, as always, a treat, and the conversation was bright and cheerful, avoiding the subject of naughtiness for a while, and the evening grew more intimate in a friendship sense as the foursome rejoiced in their years of acquaintance. With a rosy glow from the wine and good cheer, the mood softened as the meal ended, some simple apricot pie and custard (oh yum, my favourite, I wish I was there) and a splash of Drambuie to complete the gastronomic delights, and then into the lounge to kick back and sup the liqueur. Cherie relaxed in her chair and crossed her legs, and started to clench and flex her toes, soon encouraging the pump to part from her heel. Repeated clenching caused the pump to catch on the underside of her heel, and the pump slipped down her toes elegantly, allowing Cherie to seductively dangle it from her toes, gently swinging it back and forth for Tim’s lustful gaze. Angie was watching intently too, noting that Tim was transfixed, and realising that she was as turned on by Cherie’s beautiful legs and feet as Tim appeared to be. “So what was it you and the Professor were up to this afternoon, and why did you glow?” Angie curiously stalked Cherie.
“Ah, yes, I hope you are ready for this, because if I tell you, I’m going to have to hypnotise you.” Cherie smiled.
“Oh yeah, like that’s gonna happen.” Angie retorted sniggering. Tim’s cock thickened more, he liked where this was going.
“Please forgive me, Angie, but I must do this. Fuck, I want to do this, desperately!” Cherie had begun to seriously increase the luminescence in her eyes, and the fascinating green glow captured Angie immediately, she could not look anywhere else. As the glow seemed to pulse, Angie felt her world gently slipping away, and Cherie was speaking to her softly. “That’s right… Angie… just look deeply into my eyes… let yourself relax… relax… hear my voice… do not fight… you cannot fight… you are tired… the wine has made you so very tired… tired and drowsy… so very drowsy and sleepy… so sleepy… close your eyes… go to sleep… you are letting go… your heavy eyelids are letting go… you are weakening… let go… sleep!”
Tim was struggling to keep his eyes open, Connie was deeply hypnotised, and Angie was completely under Cherie’s power. Cherie held a finger up to her lips and kept Tim quiet, and she then addressed the entranced women, “Listen to my voice now… you are deeply asleep and must do only as I say… sleep deeper and obey… you must obey… tell me now… you will obey.”
Connie and Angie spoke “I will obey” almost in unison, firmly under Cherie’s hypnotic control.
“Angie… in a moment I will awaken you… you will be totally unaware that I hypnotised you… you are unaware that I am a hypnotist… you don’t remember anything unusual happening at today’s lunch… you only remember the Professor and I departing to go to his dressing room so he could give me a gift before he went away… is that clear, Angie?”
“Yes… nothing unusual… gave you a gift.” Angie pronounced in monotone.
“Angie… when I wake you up you will be horny… it will be strange because you are so horny it will make you do almost anything to cum… you are going to want to play with Connie and me… and especially with Tim and his big dick… will you enjoy that?”
“Yes… I will enjoy that… big dick.”
“Do you know how to tease?”
“Yes… tease… make men ache with pleasure.”
“That’s right Angie… you are going to make Tim ache with pleasure… when I wake you up you will feel normal… these wicked thoughts will slowly come into your head as we begin to play naughty… you have no idea what I said to you while you were hypnotised… and I can hypnotise you easily and frequently from now on… you will obey… is that clear, Angie?”
“Yes Cherie… I will obey… you can hypnotise me.”
“Connie… you are lusting after Angie… you want to touch her pussy… you want to suck her pussy… you cannot ever have enough of Angie’s beautiful body, and you will want to have sex with her often… you will obey… you will not remember any of this when I wake you up… but you will be more and more sexually excited every time I put you into a trance… and you will love that I keep hypnotising you to make you even sexier and hornier… tell me that you will obey me, Connie.”
“Yes Cherie… I will obey you my darling sister.”
“Tim… you are falling into hypnosis… but you will not let go… you will continue to teeter on the edge of wakefulness… and your cock is getting hard… throbbing and erect… and it is deliciously tingly and intense… more so every minute… you can’t wake up until I tell you to… and you can’t quite fall asleep… so close… so very close… stay there.”
Tim was gargling his excitement, “Oh… Cherie… my heavens.”
“Angie and Connie… I will count to five and you will be wide awake… no memory for the hypnotism… 1… 2… 3… 4… 5.”
Angie and Connie opened their eyes as if blinking, and Cherie resumed swinging her pump to and fro, engaging Angie’s gaze and thrilling the woozy Tim to distraction, and Connie said, “Cherie, if you make him cum in his pants, we will all miss out on the fun. Tim, behave yourself, go over and caress Angie’s bum, you know how much she loves it when you do that.” And so Tim, obeying Connie’s command, got up and walked over to Angie, and offered her his hand. She took it and rose to him, and she met his lips in a passionate kiss while he sensuously caressed her bum. After a few moments, he lifted her skirt and resumed the caressing on her flesh and through her knickers. Angie always became excited by having her bum caressed, but being Tim made it even more pleasurable, he really knew how to get to her. And although she wasn’t aware of it, having been hypnotised was making it ten times more exciting, and her breathing was growing ragged as her arousal built. Her hips began to undulate, grinding her pussy against Tim’s cock automatically, and flashes of wild and forbidden pursuits danced across her mind. She decided to make Tim ache with pleasure.
Connie moved in behind Angie and slid her hands past Angie’s hips and tantalised her sensitive skin either side of her knickers next to her mound, and as Angie stroked Tim’s cock through his pants, Connie stroked her labia through her knickers, and Tim continued to sweetly stroke her bum. Angie was on the final tingle before cumming, and Cherie joined the troop, tracing circles around Angie’s nipples with her fingers, and then softly pressing the flesh and throwing the nipple tingle throughout her body. And so Angie came, and with the three of them manipulating her erogenous hot spots she kept right on cumming, getting more feverish over her work on Tim’s cock. They all held Angie tight and forced her orgasm to greater heights, and kept her throbbing for over a minute, then they casually released her and guided her back to the couch. Cherie guided Tim to stand in front of Angie, and she didn’t need twice telling to undo his zip and withdraw his pulsating cock.
Whipped into a frenzy of desire Angie drew his foreskin back and darted her tongue over and around the head of Tim’s cock, deftly squeezing and then short pumping at the base, and was rapidly bringing him to his climax. Then she let go. And looked at it. Then looked into his eyes. And waited. And then she went back to licking his cock head, and working his shaft, and then she stopped. Tim was utterly fucking frantic by this stage, Angie was working an arousal miracle, and he was craving to cum intensely. And she grasped his shaft and started to trace her fingers around the head, and she spread the clear pre cum around and around, and then he spurted… and spurted… and spurted again… and no-one had a hanky ready… and Angie wore the whole load on the front of her blouse and skirt, and she laughed gaily at the momentous joy of the occasion. She looked toward Connie for acceptance, and Connie was smiling and fondling Cherie, loving every minute of what she witnessed. Cherie and Connie were satiated through touching each other and watching Angie and Tim explore their joy. Cherie darted into the kitchen to start a round of coffee while the others attended to the cleaning up, and in a few short minutes (actually they were standard length minutes, they just seemed short) they were all sumptuously reclined on the sofa and chairs, chatting and drinking their coffee, with Angie glowing in a friendship that apparently knew no bounds.
All good things come to an end though, and this evening was growing long (as measured by the inverse of the square of the median joy and camaraderie being experienced, and plotted along the x axis). Angie felt apprehensive about the drive home, maybe the wine and Drambuie, maybe the sex, maybe the hypnotism which she didn’t know about, but she didn’t feel confident to drive. Connie asked if she would like to sleep over, and she thought that would be best. Cherie took the opportunity to feather her own nest, so to speak, and offered to share her bed, rather than go to all the bother of making up the fold out bed in the third bedroom. Truth be known, it would take a lot of tidying in the third bedroom, things were laying around everywhere. Always the same, isn’t it, one room is just never sorted. Angie enjoyed the idea of sleeping with Cherie, girly fantasies may be fulfilled. Cherie was thinking, ‘you bet they will’.
After the dental samba, and the washing rhumba, hips swaying and bumping as the toothbrushes and face washers and make up remover and tissues all found their marks, the clean little bunnies scurried off to their respective hutches (bedrooms). Connie took the dressing gown back down from the door while Tim was undressing, catching him off guard as he turned around, and she joined with him in the Zelmann hypnotic stare while his cock rose to full joyous attention once again. Connie was slick with arousal and anticipation as they recovered from Zelmann’s majesty (around ten minutes each time, now), and she lustfully dragged her man into bed for some loving.
Angie commenced undressing, then shyly asked Cherie to turn around for the skin unveil, and Cherie flatly refused. “Dear girl, I simply cannot get my fill of your loveliness, I will not allow you to deny me such a thrill. Strip before me, and I will tease you in return.” The crushing desire produced by Cherie’s flattery left Angie no choice, her vestige of shyness evaporated and the wish to make Cherie happy overtook her actions. She slowly peeled off her blouse, and then her skirt, and drew her knickers down in a tantalising shimmy that bewitched Cherie. Before she undid the suspender clasp, Cherie gently laid her hand on Angie’s, “Let’s keep them on, Ange, I love you in stockings, and I have a treat for you.” Angie tingled in wonder at what Cherie might be offering.
Then Cherie guided Angie on to the bed, and stood back to play at removing the garments like a strip tease artiste. Angie had never considered watching another woman getting undressed would be likely to turn her on, but Jiminy Cricket this was incredible. She could hear the music in her head as Cherie unzipped, and peeled, and pouted and revealed, and Angie’s pussy was tingling sensationally as the final knicker drop was performed. Cherie then pushed Angie down on the bed, and started to remove her shoes. Angie panicked and snapped her legs away to avoid Cherie’s attack, but Cherie softly crooned to her, “Angie, you must trust me, dear girl, I am going to give you such pleasure as you cannot even imagine.”
“No you don’t, I’m so bloody ticklish I can’t stand having my feet touched.” Angie retreated in horror. Cherie sat and smiled a comforting smile, obviously not going away, and beckoning for Angie to replace her feet. Cherie thought about turning on the miracle gaze, but she wanted Angie to get it, to enjoy the caressing of her feet because it feels so nice, not just because she can force Angie to do it. Still, if all else fails. Then Angie was relenting, struggling with the notion that even though she could trust Cherie, her feet were so excruciatingly ticklish that care and tenderness just wouldn’t be enough. Then Cherie took a pump in her hand, and began to slowly drag it from Angie’s foot.
So far, so good, but Angie was on the verge of snapping. And Cherie continued, and wrenched the pump gently under and off her toes, and then clear. Angie looked like a mongoose facing a cobra, ready to recoil at the slightest flinch, Cherie placed her palm on Angie’s sole, and rubbed sensuously. With her other hand Cherie softly stroked the bridge of Angie’s foot from the toes to the ankle and back, and Angie was feeling stuff she had never felt before. The sensitivity of her skin normally made contact with her feet unbearable in any sense, but Cherie was making this pure bliss, engaging the nerve endings in the most exquisite sensations imaginable. She relaxed a little, and found this actually made it feel even nicer, not to mention the interest growing in her pussy all of a sudden. Cherie worked for a few minutes to gauge Angie’s sweet spots, and then the groans started, she had found them.
Angie began unconsciously flexing and clenching her toes as the intoxicating pleasure became to die for, and Cherie added a teeny weeny little tickling motion to the soft ministrations. And Angie did get it, having remained still for this pure delight, the increased intensity of the tickling motion was ecstasy, sparking millions of tingles from her feet through her pussy and beyond, and returning the orgasm circuit into play. Angie flexed the toes of her other foot, and slipped the pump to the floor, offering to accompany her other foot in Cherie’s expert manipulations, and the pursuit of both feet multiplied the pleasure fourfold. Now Angie was experiencing the exquisite dilemma of trying to stay still to experience the intense and thrilling ticklishness, while desperate to get away from the overpowering sensations, and her imminent orgasm was truly the winner. As Angie began to cum, Cherie dived to her muff and pulled her knickers to one side and tongued and slurped and sucked and pursed her lips and licked at her clitoral nub and generally sent Angie out of her mind. After a minute or two of reeling wonder, Angie laid alongside Cherie looking longingly into her beautiful eyes. She wanted Cherie to come back here and live with her, she could scarcely believe the talent that this girl now possessed, and she wanted more (greedy Angie).
For Cherie, this was bliss in itself. She regarded her internal self for a while, coming to the recognition that the pleasure she gave to others was now almost as fulfilling to her as receiving her own pleasure was. She pulled up the doona and covered herself and Angie, and held her dearly as they drifted into a sublime slumber.