Hypnotist at the Bijou
Part 29
Brigitte had outdone herself, black fully fashioned stockings with an eight strap suspender belt (wide straps), four and a half inch black patent pumps, striking scarlet ruffle dress and a black stole, her sadness temporarily on hold she was on top of her game. Yowser. Bernadette had not let Eric down, she had worn her sexiest stockings, dark blue seamed with reinforced heel and toe, with her pearl suspender belt, matching her knickers and bra (although to be fair, no one could see those bits, although of course, Eric would later). She had chosen a light blue chiffon blouse and navy jacket, with a matching navy pencil skirt (oh darn, you’ll have to excuse me for a minute while I fondle my erection). The two women were shuffling into the back of the taxi to head off to the theatre, Eric had organised the ticket girls to spot them and present them with their tickets on arrival. He and Irene were as excited as two school kids organising the school social, pressing buttons and ordering riggers about the place, doing small rehearsals and performing little high fives as the hour approached.
Tim, Connie and Cherie had decided not to go to the last show, although it was a hard decision to make. They were pouring over the checklist for the farewell do tomorrow to ensure all contingencies were covered, and everything was there to ensure a good time for all. The weather forecast couldn’t have been better, with a beautiful sunny mid autumn day predicted, and no sign of rain. All the hardware was set up out the back, in their generous garden, and the caterers would be there at five o’clock in the morning to start the pig on the spit. It was going to be a fantastic get together, they had even extended invitations to the nearby neighbours, some of whom said they would be delighted to attend.
At Meggs’ place, Jane and Sandi were sipping their cappuccinos after a lovely meal, and Meggs was beaming. She was not going to tell them her neighbour had cooked the Cordon Bleu, or that the Raspberry Marzipan Coffee Cake was from the cake shop, but everyone had enjoyed the food, that was the main thing. Meggs pussy was throbbing, she was steering the evening toward her little surprise, and she was champing at the bit waiting for the right moment. Sandi said ‘let’s get comfy in the lounge’, and Meggs saw her opportunity. The DVD was already in the player, and was ready to go, all she had to do was press the play button and it would start. Then she could make an excuse and sneak out while they watched, and return when they were entranced. She was nearly peeing in her pants now.
As they all settled and the small talk resumed, Meggs handled the remote control in preparation for the move, then she accidentally operated the play button. She wasn’t even aware she had done it, and as the screen flickered to life she panicked, and stood up to leave. “What’s up, sweetie,” Sandi asked, noting the screen coming to life and wondering what was happening.
“I have to go for a quick visit.” Meggs said as Professor Zelmann’s face appeared on the telly.
“And now, dear Meggs, it is once again time to sit in a comfortable chair and relax… come my dear… do not resist… you must pay strict attention to the screen.” Meggs faltered in her step, she didn’t remember this bit, although really she didn’t remember any of her DVD from the Professor, she only knew it hypnotised her, and she felt great afterwards. Now she wanted it to hypnotise Sandi and Jane; mind you, what she would do when they were hypnotised was anybody’s guess, but it turned her on so much to think of it she just had to try. But she hadn’t reckoned on hearing the opening phrase, and suddenly she wanted only to go and sit down in her favourite chair and watch. For just a second or so she was conflicted, she needed to get out of the room, but she couldn’t stop herself from returning. She sat in her seat just as Jane realised what was going on.
“Oh, Meggs, you are so naughty, and I love you for it. Sandi, this is Meggs DVD from the Professor, you remember, Professor Zelmann is going to hypnotise you, and it’s too late for you to do anything about it. And you have to look at the television. See how Meggs is caught in his gaze, let’s listen to his voice.” Jane was letting go as his voice seduced her will, with Sandi and Meggs fighting to remain in control, but clearly losing fast. After the introduction, his voice capturing the girls, the scene switched to Cassandra watching the moonbeam, with the Professor crooning his suggestions to her.
“Now my dear… look ever deeper into the moonbeam… and listen carefully to my voice… as with your previous hypnotic inductions you are feeling yourself letting go… relaxing deeply… and you can’t resist… you don’t want to resist… you want only to sleep… listen to my voice and relax… deeply relax… take a deep breath in… and hold it… and exhale… and relax… deeply relax…” The Professor’s voice was droning on and all three pairs of eyes were fixed in a stare at the screen, there was no way they could fight against the hold he had over their willpower. Meggs slipped into the darkness first, as the other girls felt their eyelids becoming heavy and droopy, her eyes had already tightly closed, she was frequently watching the DVD and pleasuring her pussy and the influence was irresistible. Jane could feel the fire lighting her pussy, and the bliss of watching Cassandra being hypnotised by the Professor was making her as horny as a mountain goat. Sandi, on the other hand, was fighting for all she was worth. It seems that she got a little panic attack when she realised that her will was being taken away from her, and she was a little scared at first in being vulnerable, but vulnerable she was, and the effect of his voice was overpowering, and his moonbeam wouldn’t let her go, and her will was slipping gently away like a sandcastle in the incoming tide.
“… and now my dear girl, you are deeply asleep… deeply under my power once again… you must listen to my voice and obey me… do not resist any longer… it is time for you to do my bidding… you are sexually aroused… you are my slave… you are very sexually aroused… you are desperate to obey me… trace circles around your pussy lips with your fingers… you will obey me… with your other hand make gentle pushing movements on your clitoris… circle and push… more and more excited… circle and push… hornier and hornier… feel it thrilling… feel it tingling… more and more intense… more and more tingling… you can’t stop… you are under my power… you cannot stop… circling and pushing… faster and faster… wet pussy… tingly pussy… your orgasm is coming… your orgasm is building… slow down now… slower and slower… you cannot cum… you cannot cum until I tell you to… slow down even more… barely touching yourself now… stop… obey… stop and wait for me.” The girls’ passion was overwhelming them, they were nearing the edge as his slow down prevented them from expressing it, and the bottled up excitement was nigh on blowing steam out from their ears, and their minds were in a whorl, but they were all deeply entranced, and totally unaware of each other.
“Now, dear Meggs, I am going to awaken you, and you will be easier and easier for me to hypnotise each time you watch this DVD, and you will go deeper and deeper into your trance. My power over you is complete, and you will crave being my slave forever, with no will of your own when I hypnotise you. Your arousal is continuing to grow, you are getting more and more excited, and when you awaken you will return to your masturbation in more urgent and more feverish manner until you explode in the world’s most powerful and pleasurable orgasm, driving your lust to the most incomprehensible joy, and blowing the memory of this desirable yet compelling trance completely out of your memory, leaving you in a state of pure joy and loving me forever. You will awaken at the count of five and obey my orders, 1… 2… 3… 4… 5. Cum, cum hard my beautiful slave.” The Professor’s eye were emblazoned on the full screen at the end, and as all the girls opened their eyes at five they stared straight at him, and plunged their fingers into their pussies in a mad rush to elevate the excitement to the inevitable climax, and then there were three screaming and wailing women thrashing wildly about on the seats in front of the telly as the screen returned to the DVD top menu and his face was gone.
For three minutes no one could speak, they all just stared at each other and held their breath. Having covered their lady bits and somewhat returned to normal they were finding it difficult to process what had just happened. It was clear in their minds that they had just been watching each other fingering and squishing their pussy flesh to the point of uncontrolled bliss, right there in front of each other, but had no idea why. Somewhere floating in the ether was the notion that they each loved Professor Zelmann, but that didn’t seem relevant. Jane wanted her feet tickled, but didn’t know why, and didn’t dare mention it. Sandi was wallowing in the fantasy of being under his (whom?) power, but kept quiet, and Meggs was beginning to grin like the Cheshire Cat. She knew only too well why she felt this way, and a look at the telly confirmed it. “I think we have been hypnotised, wasn’t that brilliant?”
“Oh wow, did you do that?” Jane asked. Sandi was looking totally lost.
“Well, Professor Zelmann did it, I only put the DVD in to play. I must confess I wanted to see you two under his power, but I didn’t reckon on being caught myself, I hope you aren’t angry.” Meggs repented.
“Are you kidding? That was phenomenal!” Sandi gushed, her senses gradually giving her control back. Jane stood up and grabbed Meggs hand, and yanked her to her feet. She then engaged Meggs in a force nine hug, whispering ‘I love you’ in her ear. Meggs went bright red, for once her modelling façade wasn’t in control, and she grew distinctly wistful at the sentiment, hugging generously in return. Sandi had been on the receiving end of one of Jane’s hugs, and she remembered it was to die for, so she got up and entered the fray, joining with Meggs and Jane in turn, and adoring every moment of it.
As the spot light narrowed to a point on the curtain, the music at its crescendo, Professor Zelmann parted the curtain and appeared to his audience to rapturous applause. “Ladies and gentlemen, it is with a heavy heart I face you for a final time this evening, and yet it is a true pleasure and a joy to be with you all once again, or for the first time for some of you.” He glanced down at Bernadette, and noted the sensational Brigitte to her left. Bernadette discovered a glow in her belly as he held her gaze, not really understanding why. Brigitte was tingling with excitement at the prospect of this tall and handsome man subduing the minds of timid female victims and making them his willing sex slaves. Jeepers that made her pussy warm.
“Tonight I am going to take over all of your minds, you cannot resist me, I am all powerful, and I can bend you easily to my will.” There ensued a tumultuous murmuring and remonstrating within the audience, the surprise and unexpected aggression spreading a slight panic, although plenty of erotic imagery was circulating through many minds as well, lots of people were here for just this reason. Above the Professor’s head there was an image of a spiral being projected onto the curtain, bright red and deep dark blue, slowly turning and gradually getting brighter. “As you are all now quite aware… above my head there is a spiral… and you are looking at it… and you can’t take your eyes from it… it is so very special… LOOK AT THE SPIRAL… watch very carefully as the turning spiral attracts your gaze… drawing you in… deeper and deeper… pulling you down into the centre… capturing your gaze and dragging it toward the centre… deeper and deeper… so powerful… slow and steady… look and relax… it is impossible to turn away… listen to my voice… do as I say… look into the spiral and listen only to my voice.”
Professor Zelmann was studying the audience as the spiral turned, and his irises were lit up like a live volcano. He stared wildly at all who were not yet captured, and willed that they could not resist the compulsion to direct their eyes to the now brightly glowing apparition, and soon the patrons were all spellbound by the fascinating spiral as a myriad of dazzling artefacts began to emerge in the image, making it even more enticing. As always the entire crew were engaged and gazing rapturously, with Eric’s cock growing stiff and rigid and Irene desperately wanting to fondle it, even though she had not seen its tumescence. Brigitte had tried to look toward Bernadette to comment on the spiral, but she couldn’t move her gaze at all, and it wouldn’t have mattered if she could, because she couldn’t move her mouth to speak, either. Bernadette had an inkling of the feeling she experienced with the Professor the other evening, and now she was in a blazing sexual arousal, images of Eric’s cock as she sucked it, his face buried in her muff, orgasms scrambling her mind with exquisite pleasure, putting on her stockings and pumps this evening, maybe backing Eric into a closet or cleaning cupboard later, ‘oh my’ she thought as her pussy burned with erotic stimulation. For a brief moment Bernadette noticed the Professor’s eyes as he gazed at her and Brigitte, and that was the last thing she remembered. Brigitte was loving it, just like the movies, a wicked stage hypnotist was looking straight at her, and his eyes were magnificent, and her pussy was quivering, and that was the last thing that she remembered.
“The spiral is taking away your will… you are growing tired… so very tired… as the spiral draws your gaze… pulls you down into its centre… it is tiring your eyes, making you weary… so very sleepy… tired and sleepy… let go… you know you want to… let go and obey me… sleep and obey me.” Zonk, Irene was deep asleep, Eric was barely hanging in there, Cindy from the ticket office had made her way to the back of the lower deck, and she was fast asleep standing (or rather sagging) against the back row of seats. “Now my will is your will… you are asleep… deep asleep. In a moment I am going to count to three… at the count of three your eyes will open… you will be waiting to see the great master hypnotist Professor Zelmann… you will be unaware that I have deeply hypnotised you already… you will think it is about to happen… and you can hardly wait… you will believe that you can resist… but you will discover that my power is absolute… and you will be hypnotised… one… two… three.” And there was an empty stage with his music slowly increasing in volume as everyone opened their eyes and peered excitedly at the stage anticipating his imminent arrival.
Once again the spot hit the curtain, and slowly shrank til it was a pinpoint of light on the join. Zelmann slowly parted the curtain and basked in the uproarious applause and whistling and calling and encouragement, and he sauntered to the centre of the stage. “Thank you, thank you, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome here tonight, I, Professor Zelmann take great pride and pleasure in presenting to you my final show on this tour. I want to thank each and every one of you here tonight, and those who have been to my shows this last three weeks, it has been an honour and a privilege to hypnotise such attentive and responsive subjects. You here tonight of course will be my greatest triumphs yet, although you may doubt that for the moment, I can see in your eyes that you will be very susceptible to my power, and vulnerable to my suggestions, and I will not disappoint you in the complete dominance of your will.” The crowd buzzed again in fear and awe, excitement and anticipation, their current hypnotic subjugation arousing their responses, and engaging their sexual energies as well.
The huge velvet curtains slowly parted as the main lights began to dim, and the Mind Strobe rose from the stage floor on a mechanical pedestal. As the device stopped at its zenith, the theatre lighting was virtually gone, and dark and gloom spread all around the audience. Silence overtook the whispering and jittering crowd, and three hundred already hypnotised people focussed their eyes on the only thing remaining in clear view, the Mind Strobe. FLASH! The Mind Strobe was activated, and its flashing light temporarily seared the retina of all in the theatre, its centre was all they could see. Flash… flash… flash, no one could move, all eyes were wide open and staring, all heads turned to face the Mind Strobe, and all unable to turn away. Flash… flash… flash, Professor Zelmann enjoyed the moment as everyone became utterly susceptible to the effect. As he gazed out onto the audience he began to intone his suggestions in his most profound, deep, booming voice,
“That’s right, ladies and gentlemen… look at the light… you are unable to resist the power of the incredible Mind Strobe… see its flashing… you can’t look away… the Strobe is so powerful… so bright… so irresistible… look… and listen to my voice… listen carefully to my voice… try to resist… try not to… close your eyes… the Strobe is making your eyes tired… as you look into the flashing light… look deeply into the flashing light… your eyes are becoming more and more tired… try to fight… see if you can… your eyelids are growing heavy… so very heavy… try not to… close your eyes… try not to… fall asleep.”
The entire theatre, with a few exceptions, were struggling and straining, lifting their eyebrows and twisting their foreheads to force their eyes to remain open, and Zelmann adored the sight of three hundred vulnerable people slipping under his hypnotic dominance. A significant number were losing the battle as their eyelids drooped further and further under the syncopated rhythm of the flashing Strobe, adjusted as always to the theta wave frequency, all brainwave patterns aligning with the flashing. Brigitte was fighting like a trooper, her beautiful eyelids hanging low and seductive, her willpower drifting away under the hypnotic guidance, and the Professor took extra pleasure in gauging the success of his suggestions from her countenance. Her desirable form succumbing to his will produced a hearty erection as well, so watching her became entirely desirable.
“Yes… my admirable subjects… you are doing so well… even now you are feeling sleepier and sleepier… even through your greatest attempts not to… submit to my will… even when you try not to… let your eyes close… you cannot prevent it… you must let go… you must sleep… I command it… go to sleep… heavy eyelids must go to sleep… tired eyes must go to sleep… sleep… deep, deep, asleep!” As he watched Brigitte drop, he was holding the microphone in one hand, and his other was in his pocket, rubbing softly against his cock. She was to die for, gritting her teeth and forcing her eyes to open one time, and then falling like a stone through water into a deep trance. As he cast his gaze across the theatre he did indeed see that she made the perfect touchstone, everyone was now deeply hypnotised and waiting for his commands to impel them.
“You are now in a deep and compelling hypnotic sleep… you will simply obey my voice, now, as I give you powerful instructions that increase your sexual arousal and make your genitals rage with excitement. As you are all aware… there has been a lot of talk recently about the nature of the climate… and the degree to which the world is heating up… just like in this theatre… heating up… more and more… heating up… so hot… too hot for so many clothes… so hot you cannot stand to have all those clothes on… so hot you find it is important to remove some of them… do it now… remove your clothes so you can become a little cooler… remove your clothes… I command you… obey me now… take off your clothes.”
Twitching and jerking limbs and fumbling fingers began on mass to fiddle with zips and buttons, some standing to improve access to shirts and blouses, dresses and trousers, as the audience sought to divest themselves of this cumbersome and stuffy wrapping. Most of the patrons were perspiring, actually sweating with the imaginary temperature increase, and the relief they were chasing made ever more enjoyable as they approached nakedness. With just shoes and underwear on the majority of the group now, the Professor retook control. “Ah yes… my dear entranced disciples… you feel so much better now… you feel free… calm… relaxed and comfortable… I see stockings… panties… bras… and jocks… I am sexually excited… you are sexually excited… look at each other… gaze upon each-others’ loveliness… feast your eyes on the desirable forms and figures you see here… you are by far the most beautiful and sexually desirable audience I have ever had… you cannot look without becoming intensely sexually excited.”
Irene could feel the lust building in her loins, Eric was by now throbbing erect and proudly tenting his jocks with his manhood, juice spot and all, and she looked, and he reached to her slit and rubbed, a slow and wicked trace along her labia, immediately fetching her copious lubrication through her panties and providing a slippery path for increased erotic stimulation. Irene freed Eric’s cock from his jocks, and delicately drew his foreskin back from the tip of his glans, and circled his minutely exposed tip with her finger, eliciting even more pre cum. Every man in the audience was now tenting an erection, large or small, twitching or just rigid, and the women were less obvious, but no less excited. All knickers were soaking, and the varying degrees of tingling and sensuous throbbing in their pussies was driving them all wild. “Now… look at me… look into my eyes… you sir… stare deeply into my eyes as I make you completely obey my will… come up here… now… you cannot resist… come up here as you are.”
A tall slender twenty five year old with heavy eyelids and drawn expression slowly stood up from his seat, and his legs mechanically worked him along the row of admiring patrons, especially the women, as he made his way up to the stage. As he moved the Professor stared at a stunningly beautiful blonde woman of about thirty, with a figure finessed fit for a men’s magazine centrespread. “Dear beautiful lady… do not resist… stand up… and come up here with our gentleman friend… now… it is my will… and you must obey.” Zelmann intoned. Her eyes were wild with lust, and she couldn’t seem to get there fast enough, tripping over many legs and knees as she went. Well hypnotised men still took great pleasure in helping her to right herself, many being more than a little naughty with their hands and fingers in her aid, and her face reflected the obvious delight at the attentions.
Irene started working Eric’s foreskin back and forth. As the man and woman arrived in front of the Professor, he took a second or two to stare hard into their eyes individually, irises blazing, although benevolently, he pushed the compulsion into each of their minds that for the time being, they were desperate to do his bidding, only his bidding, and nothing else occupied their thoughts. Irene noted the woman’s eyes had adopted the thousand mile stare just as Eric slipped a finger into the moisture of her love nest. The resultant tingling from her thoughts and his thrilling penetration elevated her sensations to stinging with intense pleasure, and he kept the level going with his continued pressure and movement. The Professor took the man to one side, and spoke to him, “You need to be careful, there is a Siren with us here tonight… she is all powerful… and can command men’s minds… her spell is cast over your arousal… and by titillating your cock she can make you do anything she pleases… as she works on your cock you will want to please her… you won’t be able to help it… the pleasure will be almost unbearable… and you will do anything to keep it coming… you are under my power… you will obey.” The man’s cock was already hard, much like the whole audience of men, but his observation of the ‘Siren’ alongside him made it twitch uncontrollably.
Irene’s nipples were stiff, aching deliciously, and she reached her own hand up to softly squeeze more pleasure from them as Eric pistoned his fingers in and out of her slit. The Professor spoke to the woman, “You are a Siren… you are a controller of men… since the ancient times Sirens have forced men to do their bidding by bewitching their cocks and overloading their libidos… taking control of their thinking by teasing their juices out… but only the pre cum… a Siren will not allow a man to climax… you will only allow him to want to climax… you will render him helpless by torturing his erection… making it juice… then you will make him do something for you to prove you control him… do you understand?” The woman’s fiercely burning eyes said it all, she was made for this moment, she said yes and turned to the man.
At first the woman lifted and held her ample breasts in front of the adoring man and taunted him with them, remaining just out of reach. His cock twitched again and was clearly straining in its lair. She was humming softly and cooing to him occasionally, and as she advanced on him she told him to remain still, and in his state of arousal his cock swelled to near bursting, and recovered. She reached for his jocks and touched the head of his cock, and he remained motionless, seemingly completely unable to move a muscle, although that muscle strained again, and a spot began to form at the tip through his jocks. She caressed it along its entire length, and then again, and then again, and then she hooked her fingers under the leg of his jocks, and sprang his rod out. More cooing and singing sounds as she enticingly stroked her fingers along the shaft, barely touching the skin, then in a move reminiscent of a flower opening its petals, she agonisingly slowly retracted his foreskin, millimetre by millimetre, increasing the sensitivity of the skin and glans both together, until the head was boldly exposed. She continued to stroke and gather the pre cum as it fairly gushed from the eye of his cock, slowly and gently rubbing it around the head as she went, the clear liquid was her prize. She looked at his eyes imploring her, and she pounced.
“You want me, don’t you? You want to serve me, you desire to give me anything I want, don’t you?” The Siren leered at him.
“Yes, oh yes, please. Tell me what you want.” The helpless man begged.
She was still wearing her shoes, but had no stockings on, “You wish to kiss my feet, to suck my toes, do so now.” She lifted her left foot out of her shoe, and the man was already there, holding it tenderly in her hand and applying his lips to the top of her toes, and working his way up to her ankle. The bewitched gentleman then took her big toe into his mouth and sucked as if to clean it, and the Siren giggled hysterically. The audience giggled, tittered and grew ever more aroused at the sight before them, this tall handsome stranger reduced to submissive servitude by the power of the Siren’s beauty.
The Professor decided to warm up the proceedings even further, “Everyone in the theatre, if you feel sexually excited, you must act on it now. You must find an agreeable partner and encourage greater arousal, but no one must cum… play and frolic to your heart’s content… just do not cum.” The pent up and as yet unexpressed lust thrashing about in the furtive imaginations of the men and women in the theatre now surfaced with a vengeance. Everywhere one looked, now, women were tantalising the erect rods of the men folk, and men were ravishing the engorged genitals of the entranced women, with licking and sucking and teasing and tickling raising the temperature in the theatre for real, now. Irene and Eric had been at it for some time now, and the instruction not to cum rendered them quite frustrated. But in accordance with the instructions, and the guidance of the Siren, Irene started to chase Eric’s pre cum, and he foraged for her juices as well, and they were elevated to the high plateau and remained there, juddering and tingling.
The Siren had pushed the man’s head with her foot, sending him over backwards, and she pinned him to the floor with her foot, now pushing her toes into his mouth. He couldn’t bathe them quickly enough, his tongue darting frantically about between the toes and slurping and sucking noises loudly accompanying his actions. The poor chap clearly had submission issues in his subconscious, his cock was drenching his jocks with his pre cum juice. The woman (Siren) was apparently discovering a new side to her wanton personality, too, as her pussy was flooding with her erotic desire. Zelmann stepped in, “You are wildly sexually excited… he is at your command now, and cannot disobey you… your excitement is ever building… tingling more… throbbing more… juicing more… and you are once again yourself… although still deeply under my hypnotic power… and as you return to your seat you will become a thousand times more sexually excited… do as I say… return to your seat… become one thousand times more sexually excited.”
She removed her toes from the man’s mouth, and slipped her foot back into her shoe, and turned mechanically to return to her seat. Her eyes were upturned, as if they were trying to roll up into her head, her arousal was obviously more than she could bear, and her trance was deepening. The man was trying to right himself, working his arm across his cock to derive more pleasure as he went. “Stand up… look at me… your cock is aching with pleasure… you are experiencing more pleasure than you have ever known… the Siren has produced sexual excitement in your loins that defies taming… is beyond control… and you are becoming one thousand times more sexually excited… your cock is bursting with desire… go back to your seat… find a partner… get your cock tortured again.” The Professor tormented the man, seemingly much to his added pleasure. Zelmann looked across the audience and he was pleased, there was not a single patron anywhere who was not engaged with someone else in producing electric stimulations and metaphorical sparks and flames of passion, keeping half an eye on what happened on the stage. He watched for just a moment longer as the juices flooded out of all and sundry, groaning and wailing sang to the heavens, and previously unrealised passions grew ever more powerful and profound. This audience were going to have a much better sex life from now on, that much was certainly assured.
“Now my easily swayed delights… it is time for you go deeper into hypnosis… and return to your normal positions… it is not hot in here anymore… it is normal temperature… and you must get dressed again… dress to your finest… groom to your neatest… do it now… I command you… get dressed… and as you dress… listen to my voice… putting on your clothes is making you go deeper and deeper into hypnosis… put on your clothes… go deeper and deeper to sleep… obey my voice… do as I say… today is the day of the Grand National Steeplechase… you are here to watch the men and women and horses run the race of the century… all of you are dressed to your finest… although strangely you are the most sexually excited you have ever been or could even imagine being… but you are here for the race.”
Everyone was putting their clothes back on, but most were still avidly interfering with their neighbours, caressing and stroking, causing sexual heat to continue unabated, and then they were all seated and watching the horses parading around the mounting yards as they readied for the great race. The Professor quickly assessed a number of willing participants for the jockey seats and fetched them up onto the stage, whispering the detailed instructions for the best chance at winning the cup, and chastising any thoughts of cheating, such as pushing, whipping the other fellow’s horse, tickling the other rider, spraying each other with mace, or any other devious methods as they might devise. With some ill timed sound effects declaring the approach to the starting gate (naughty Eric had Irene in such a state now she was trembling uncontrollably with sexual excitement, and she nearly missed the effects switch altogether), they were all under the starter’s orders. ‘And they’re off!’ Irene didn’t miss again, the race call tape was started and the audience went mad as they watched the thirty or so participants start off in the Grand National Steeplechase of 2015. Zelmann descended the steps into the crowd, unseen, as always.
He sauntered up to Bernadette and bent to whisper to her, “Ah, my dear Bernadette, Eric’s sex goddess, and my beautiful and pure delight. And I see your exquisite friend Brigitte is with you, wonderful. As you are currently deeply hypnotised by me, and are totally under my power, I am going to give you a few post hypnotic suggestions that you will be compelled to obey. After the show, you will come backstage to see me. Your excitement makes it impossible to refuse or resist. You are sweet, shy, demure and reluctant, but I am more powerful than you. You will arrive at my dressing room as though dragged there by chariots, an unwilling slave girl in fear for your very life. But inside you will know it is a pure delight to be there, you know you are going to experience such intense feelings of pleasure and passion, even though you don’t know how or why. Watch the horses.” Bernadette had not watched anything else the whole time. He edged closer to Brigitte, she flinched, tried to turn her head.
“Watch the horses, Brigitte, but listen and obey. You are deeply hypnotised, and you are going deeper into my power every second. You will force Bernadette to go backstage after the show. She is shy, needing coercion, you will make her go. It is not an option, you will make her come to me. You are strong and decisive, and you believe with one hundred percent certainty that you have not been hypnotised, but you know for a fact that Bernadette has, and you want me to fix it. As I rehypnotise Bernadette, you will think it is easy to resist, so you will watch, closely and carefully, to make sure that I look after Bernadette properly. Despite your astounding efforts, you will fall asleep, desperately wishing for me to be naughty with you. I am all powerful. You will obey. Keep watching the horses.” Brigitte’s subconscious mind was having a field day. Never in her wildest fantasies did she think she might become the unwitting subject of a nefarious hypnotist, and her pussy was on fire, lubricating profusely. All her life she had an abiding image of being ‘taken by a powerful man’, and made to do whatever he wanted. It formed the basis of much of her sex life, and in its purest form the arousal it created was unstoppable. Her subconscious was eagerly accepting of the programming.
Zelmann was such a greedy chap, there were so many enticingly beautiful women completely under his spell sitting before him, but his better nature prevailed. He was not able to stop altogether, but knowing that he only had the party tomorrow as his final social engagement he decided to choose only a few more tasty morsels for his group here. As he perused the racing onlookers he spotted a group of three absolute babes, two in stockings and one with bare legs, but he could fix that. He walked up alongside them as they stood cheering the race, and spoke to the most desirable of them first (hard choice, as I said, they were all babes). “Listen to my voice… I am going to give you an address… in the morning you will come to this address… it is a party… you will get to meet me… you want that more than anything else in the world… I will hypnotise you… you will want me to… you will love it… you will obey.” He gave her the address of Tim and Connie’s place and repeated the dose with the other two, adding to the third that she has suddenly discovered an addiction to wearing the finest nylon stockings and suspenders, and the most exquisite leather pumps. Something in her eyes when he suggested that made him think she had been waiting for that permission all her adult life.
The Professor returned to the stage and began to wrap up the race, pointing out to the audience how many jockeys were falling at the jumps, and the horses were mounting them because they were now tired. One chap in particular was jumping excellently over the watercourse with his horse whipping him furiously. Many audience members had in fact wet themselves with the outrageous laughter, tears were streaming down most cheeks, and sides were aching to exhaustion. The Professor settled them all down, declared the winner, presented her with the cup, and then returned everyone to their seats. He told the quietly gathered throng that they could cum whenever they liked now, and they would do so soon and often, and at that release Eric shot great gobs of semen into the rag Irene was holding, and she convulsed uncontrollably for quite a while. Automatically wiping clean and repairing their attire, Eric and Irene were calm and attentive as they closed the show, waking up as he announced to the audience, “Anyone who may have been influenced this evening by my hypnotic power, even the tiniest of sway, will forever remain in my power. But after awakening they will only ever be influenced by me, the power of my suggestion cannot be transferred to any other will. Of course, those who seek to be hypnotised by another, fully consenting to the trance, will be good subjects. Tonight’s show was the best thing any of you have ever witnessed, and you will want to see me again, but for now, it is time to wake up.” PaFoomph! A bright flash and thundering noise and there was an empty stage, and an audience of howling, cheering and whistling fans utterly tingling with the joys his act had brought them.
He heard the cacophony all the way back to his dressing room, where his darling Cassandra was waiting to congratulate him. Her python act was his strongest delight, her form wrapped tightly around him as they kissed deeply and passionately. They looked longingly into each other’s eyes as they parted lips, and she just had to say, “Un-be-fucking-lievable! You promised the best show yet, and I believe you even outdid yourself. I love you, Arty, my sexy hypnotist.”
“I could not have a better critic make an assessment of my show, and I could not be happier than to know that my darling was pleased with my performance. Thank you, Cassandra, thank you from the depths of my very soul.” The Professor could swear he was hearing her thoughts at this moment, and it was making even him blush. The love he felt for her was obviously being returned. “I have some private entertainment coming along soon, would you like to watch, or perhaps even participate?”
“Oh, Arty, you sneaky hypnotist. My pussy can hardly stand this. Participate, yes definitely, weave me into your naughty game.”
Cherie had finished her ablutions and headed off to bed, bidding Connie and Tim a good night. The early start in the morning meant an early night would be a good idea, and Tim said he and Connie would be right behind her. Except that Tim was horny, his beautiful wife was firing his lust again, and he quickly set up the Zelmann DVD while Connie finished washing her face. As she walked out into the lounge to gather Tim for bed, she noticed him chafing around the telly and asked, “What ya doin’ honey?” Tim stood back and simply said,
“Connie, look at the DVD, my darling.” And as he said it, there was Professor Zelmann’s face, and the opening trance induction remarks, which of course Connie never hears any more, she just goes under. Her pupils gradually widen and her eyelids leaden, and down she goes into the deepest of hypnotic trances at the Professor’s command, while Tim gently nudges his tingling erection in his pants. At the appropriate moment, Tim stops the DVD and removes the earplugs, rather surprised that it worked so well, and he turns to Connie in her deep state of suggestibility and says, “You are now under my power, you must obey. I am your master, and you will obey only my will, do you understand?” Tim laid it on thick, not really expecting what came next.
“Oh yes, master, I will obey you, I am your slave.” Connie’s voice was sincere and willing, the number of times she had been tranced by this DVD had ensured her cooperation. Tim’s dick did that thing where it takes over the steering, and it was steering him into uncharted waters. He was so excited he couldn’t think straight, Connie doing the slave thing was irresistible, and he had to do something with it. He decided it could take place in the bedroom, so he bundled Connie off in front of him to the bedroom, and closed the door behind them.
“Ah, right on time,” observed the Professor as he saw George escorting the two delightful slaves to his dungeon. Bernadette was as nervous as a kitten, her eyes darting about the place, and Brigitte was berating her, telling her it was for her own good. George, as ever the diplomat, was between them, arm in arm with them both, and at Brigitte’s insistence was rather dragging Bernadette along to the dressing room.
“Professor Zelmann, sir, these charming ladies were wondering if you might help this one to recover from your spell, as it were.” George nodded toward Bernadette, receiving a disagreeable look in return.
“George, my dear friend, I do wish you would call me Professor, or just Arty, if you like. I am grateful for your diligence and kindness in directing damsels in distress, or just adorable guests to my room, and I am forever your friend.” The Professor was offering his arms to the ladies while he gazed adoringly into Bernadette’s eyes and melted her resistance (and pussy), and Brigitte’s pussy caught the affliction too, tingling sweetly as she thought about him hypnotising Bernadette. Cassandra reached a hand to Brigitte’s hand as they all entered the dressing room, and George yet again doffed the imaginary cap as he turned to leave, saying. “Right you are, then, thank you very much, Professor Zelmann, sir.”
“Come in, come in and sit down,” the Professor guided them to seats around his table. “Tell me, how is it that I can be so fortunate as to have the two most beautiful women in the theatre want to visit me after my show?”
Brigitte enjoyed a full body blush as she basked in his admiration, feeling the blood pounding at her temples. With just his words this man could rekindle the best of moments she ever spent with Brian, her memories of their lovemaking dancing merrily around in her head as she floated into the Professor’s eyes. “I loved your show, we, loved your show. But I think Berny here got hypnotised, and she needs you to help her to get right again. I didn’t, mind of steel, me. Can you help her, Professor?”
“My sweet, dear Brigitte, I will take great care of our adorable Bernadette, Eric would doubtless skin me alive if I didn’t.” Brigitte’s eyebrows shot up in amazement at the sound of her name from Zelmann’s lips, but gradually the association of Bernadette with Eric, and his station here at the theatre dawned on her, this was probably how he had known of her.
“Look, I’m telling you I’m fine, now leave me alone. Mr Zelmann doesn’t need to be bothering about me, I don’t think I was hypnotised anyway.” Bernadette protested, seemingly feeling this was the first time she could get a word in edgewise. “I did love your show, I can see what you meant about Eric and Irene, the staging was a treat. But nothing happened, I loved watching, but now I’m fine.”
“I would like very much to hypnotise you anyway, that way there would be no remaining concerns for either of you, and I would get to realise a wonderful fantasy. Please, say that you will let me hypnotise you.” The Professor gently subdued her with his eyes while he spoke, and her libido couldn’t resist his charming compliments. Bernadette relented.
“Alright, alright, if it will make you happy, you can hypnotise me, if it works, that is.” As Bernadette said this Brigitte was thrilled to bits, her own fantasies were wildly thrashing about as pictures popped into mind of Bernadette sucking Zelmann’s cock, him fingering her pussy, him fingering Brigitte’s pussy, oh bloody hell, Brigitte working Zelmann’s cock, Zelmann thrusting his cock into her pussy, aargh!
“Okay then, make yourself a little more comfortable and look this way.” Zelmann unveiled the moonbeam in the middle of the table, and all eyes turned to its seductive glow, inescapably drawn to the myriad fine diamonds producing such amazing sparkles. All three women felt the softening of their minds, erroneous thoughts peeling away and baring subconscious channels for communication to enter. He let them gaze at the device for a couple of minutes, and even though Cassandra and Brigitte were expecting Bernadette to be the subject, they enjoyed gazing as well. And then none of them could look anywhere else. Their eyes were riveted to the moonbeam. Finally he spoke again, “Now as you look into the hypnotic glow of the moonbeam… allow its dancing shimmers to titillate your imagination… look deeper and deeper… and begin to relax… deeper and deeper… down into its centre… and switch by switch… room by room… compartment by compartment… feel your mind shutting down… getting quiet… letting go… as you allow yourself to relax… feel your eyes getting tired… feel your body becoming heavy… feel your muscles growing limp… so loose and so limp… so heavy and so tired… eyes… tired… eyelids… heavy… thoughts… slowing down… relax… relax.”
Brigitte felt the Professor’s words were like a warm gentle breeze, and her thoughts were wafting away with his murmuring. She very soon became disconnected from her critical sensor, and what he said didn’t matter very much, just as long as he kept on saying it. Despite her protestations, Bernadette was loving it. Equally drowsing with Brigitte, she glowed inside at the Professor’s new attentions, her inner mind rejoicing at more pleasure to come. Cassandra was completely under his hypnotic spell again, when the moonbeam appeared she had no will, no resistance, no fight, just a blazing pussy. She was immersed in an ardent fantasy about Brigitte, those gorgeous legs in the finest of stockings and shoes wrapped around her own, fingering and licking pussies, orgasming to some sweet melodies, then the thoughts just disappeared. “Now your eyes must close… and you must sleep… dear Bernadette… go to sleep… as you listen to my voice… you cannot stay awake… you are falling asleep… all of you… listen and sleep.”
Brigitte’s eyelids softly fell closed, she made no effort to reopen them, neither did Bernadette, and Cassandra was just waiting. “Now my sexy girls… you are deeply under my power… deeper than ever… and you want it… you cannot get enough of it… your pussy is moist… you desire me… your pussy is getting wet… you need me… your clitoris is throbbing… tingling… you are so very sexually excited… in a moment I am going to wake you up… you will be one thousand times more sexually excited when you wake up… your blood will be racing through your veins… your heart will be pounding… your hands will be perspiring… you will find it hard to breathe… your desire will overwhelm you… I am going to make you be naughty while you are awake… and you cannot stop it… even though you do not know you were hypnotised… I will tease you… your sex will make you obey me… listen to me… more and more aroused… at the count of five you will awake… with no idea you have been hypnotised… we were going to hypnotise Bernadette… but you got so excited it will have to wait. 1… 2... 3… 4… 5. So, how would you like me to do it?”
Three girls were sitting and staring, their eyes on fire, their loins stirring their emotions, their wills not in control, and the Professor reached to Brigitte and stroked her legs under the hem of her dress. That turned out to be a sufficient signal for the carnal fun to begin. Cassandra immediately turned to Bernadette and reached for her hand, and drew her close, moving her seat. Bernadette couldn’t believe how powerful the arousal was, girls had never been attractive to her, but she could not resist the admiration of Cassandra right now. Brigitte parted her legs and encouraged the Professor to forage further, moving her seat to get closer to him, and reaching to his pants to rub his thickening member while he did. The sensual zinging throughout her body was making her spasmodically jerk and tremble, the other two feeling much the same as they targeted the erogenous spots. When Cassandra cupped Bernadette’s head in her hand and proffered a kiss, Bernadette engaged her feverishly, her passion rising and thrilling her. Bernadette squirrelled a hand into Cassandra’s dress and sought out her nipple, and lightly pinched and circled, tweaked and grazed, electrifying Cassandra like she had never experienced, tilt warnings flashing in her pleasure centres as she gasped for breath. Bernadette enjoyed Cassandra’s reaction immensely, growing even more excited, and Cassandra started to chase the juice around her knickers and pushed her fingers into the spasming slit.
“My turn, give me Bernadette, I want to touch her, I want to thrill her, come to me, my sweet Bernadette.” The Professor beckoned to Bernadette as Cassandra wound her up like a clockwork toy, and Cassandra let a tiny squeal escape as she realised that Brigitte was free to engage. Brigitte was no less frenzied at the prospect of chewing on Cassandra’s tongue, and mashing her pussy lips to Nirvana. As the Professor slowly wrapped his arms about Bernadette, fondling and caressing her softly as she neared the peak of her arousal, Brigitte latched on to Cassandra’s mouth and intertwined their tongues in a wild and passionate embrace, eagerly accepting Cassandra’s attention to her stockinged thighs, and beyond. Bernadette gurgled deep in her throat as the Professor’s touch stimulated her more, and she tugged at his zip in an attempt to release his weapon and ravish it. But the pesky zip was gnarled on a thread, and refused to budge, and Bernadette amazed them all by standing up and picking the Professor up with her, then reefing the zip up and down a few times with the force of a machine press, ripping the zip from its track and opening the Professor’s fly wide enough to sail the Queen Mary through. But it worked, she now had his throbbing erection in her hand and was stripping the foreskin back as gently and kindly as she could manage, extracting more pre cum as his arousal grew.
Brigitte had two fingers probing urgently inside Cassandra’s pussy, rubbing insistently across the exact spot of most arousal, over and over again. Cassandra orgasmed uncontrollably, Brigitte loving the response to her ministrations, and her excitement soon overflowed with Cassandra’s exploration of her own pussy. The Professor was about to cum, too, so he cheated just a little with Bernadette, whispering “You will cum, now, Bernadette, you cannot resist my will.” Bernadette did not consciously hear it, but her subconscious mind processed it immediately, and she exploded in the most frantic climax of her life, just as the professor applied the handkerchief to his squirting rod, catching the ejaculating geyser safely in its midst.
As the group settled in the sensuous afterglow of their libidinous activities, the sneaky Professor used their soporific states to recapture their wills. “That was so much fun… such thrills… such excitement… and now I am all but spent… my limbs so weary… my mind so drowsy… I could just drift… and relax… just sit here and drowse… my eyelids are so heavy… I can hardly keep them open… my eyes want to close… how about you… is it the same for you… your eyelids are so heavy… they want to close… you want to sleep… go to sleep… deep, deep asleep… that’s it… go to sleep… go very deeply to sleep.” The women all slipped back into hypnosis without the slightest hesitation or resistance, loving it more than ever. “Listen carefully now… a moment ago I hypnotised Bernadette… no one else was affected… only Bernadette was hypnotised… Cassandra and Brigitte… you just watched… you were made so very sexually aroused by the spectacle that you both had orgasms… but you don’t need to tell anyone that… I hypnotised Bernadette so that she will be of sound mind and good character… free of any influence from my naughty hypnotising show… able to resist any attempt made by any other to hypnotise her without consent… in fact… you are all my hypnotic slaves now… no one else can hypnotise any of you unless you expressly consent to it… and it is in your loving interest for it to happen… except for me… I can hypnotise you at any time… and you will resist the attempt… but you will succumb anyway… you are my slaves… and you love it… and you love each other… deeply and passionately… at the count of five you will all be wide awake and aroused… fascinated with my hypnotism of Bernadette… but with no memory of being hypnotised at all. 1… 2… 3… 4… 5. Wide awake, that’s it, wide awake now Bernadette.”
The women all woke up with the strong memory from Bernadette’s trance, and feeling more than a little sheepish at the extent of their arousal from watching her submit to him. Bernadette was thanking the Professor for his kind consideration in hypnotising her, but maintained that she would have been fine anyway, and then coincidentally there was a knock at his dressing room door. When the Professor opened the door he spied Eric, with a quizzical look on his face, “Is Bernadette here?” Eric enquired, then, “Oh, there you are, darling. When they told me they had seen you heading for the Professor’s dressing room, I thought I might have lost you to his sinister charms. Is everything alright?”
“He put the whammy on Berny, alright, she went out like a light. It’s okay, though, Cassandra and I were here to supervise. It’s my fault really, I thought she might have been hypnotised during the show, and even though she protested, I insisted we come back to get her properly dealt with.” Brigitte explained. Eric smiled a mile wide smile as he adored his beloved, marching over to give her a hug, and a kiss. Out the corner of his eye Eric caught the Professor adjusting himself, his fly to be exact, and a wicked thought occurred to him. But he convinced himself that the other two would not have let him do anything to his wife, and Cassandra would not likely let anyone else have her man, anyway. He put it right out of his mind.
“Come on then, my darling, let’s chuff off home. Professor, I must congratulate you on a stellar season, Irene and me be buggered, you were the star, you were amazing.” Eric beamed as he turned to leave.
“Thank you kindly, Eric. You must know how much that means to me, coming from you. I will cherish your praise forever.” As the Professor responded he grasped Eric’s hand in both of his, gently shaking it, and as he looked into Eric’s eyes, Eric understood how deep the feelings went, both ways, and just to give him something to think about his cock began to stiffen. He self-consciously broke contact and gathered Bernadette by the waist, and they bid farewell to Cassandra and the Professor for the evening, looking forward to the party tomorrow. Brigitte bade them a goodnight, and see you tomorrow, too, and made her way to the car with Eric and Bernadette. By this time, the Professor was pooped, and Cassandra was also looking forward to a good sleep, ahead of what promised to be a spectacular farewell party at Tim and Connie’s tomorrow, so they offered a few kind words to the many staff and stragglers wishing the Professor well, and made for the hotel room themselves.
Brigitte couldn’t stop touching herself as Eric drove, and continued all the way home. When they arrived and dropped her off, she went straight to the bedroom and grabbed a framed picture of her and Brian, and sat it on the bed next to her, while she posed in front of the full length mirror. She then hiked her dress up round her waist, and flung her fingers into her sopping wet pussy, masturbating with such fervour as she had never known before, dedicating her lust and newfound passion to her dear late husband. Her urgency and fever were carrying her to dizzying heights, and she moaned and wailed, gesturing to the photo ‘this is for you, my darling, my sweet man’, and she cussed and railed against the world, fantasised about the Professor, remembered the best of times, and then the electricity took control, and the piercing tingles and the subsequent orgasm were of such ferocity that it completely shook her, and in the hazy afterglow she imagined seeing a picture of Brian and the Professor, shaking hands and agreeing in some sort of pact, and her mind was somehow at peace with the whole affair. She slept in her stockings and pumps, dress and undergarments intact, Brian clutched close to her heart, apparently the world was turning as it should.
Bernadette was straightening out the wrinkles in Eric’s trousers all the way home, and in the process was straightening out Eric’s cock at the same time. Eric found his head warming and swimming in the joys his wife was bringing, his thoughts more and more focussed on the things he would do when they got home. As they got out of the car, they wrestled each other to the front door, and Bernadette slotted the key and turned it, while Eric tickled her from behind. Stumbling in to the front room they laughed and grabbed and pushed and groped, and then arrived at the clutching phase, and their lips met in a passionate kiss. Bernadette’s intense desire for Eric was not abating, she wanted him more and more every minute. Her pussy was begging for him now, thrilling tingles and juice making an obvious case for her to encourage his erection, and so she did. “Stop, my gorgeous man, stop right where you are. Hold still, Mr Universe, let me have a look at you in all your fine form. Mr Zelmann was pretty darn good, but Mr Eric Mailer is the best damn tech this city has ever seen. No, I told you not to move, you rascal, let me just… hang on… there.” Bernadette had his trousers round his ankles now, and was freeing his cock from his jocks, at first licking her lips, and then licking his glans, slowly.
Eric’s cock was as stiff as an iron bar, pulsing and bursting at the seams. The approach of the lightning bolt was imminent, and sexy Bernadette knew, and she stopped. She drew herself up to full height and returned to kissing her passion partner, grinding her vulva on his erection as she cooed in his ear, and running her fingers through his hair. Eric slid one hand between her legs and rubbed her slit softly, then the energy prompted him to increase pressure and momentum. Bernadette was responding beyond the current forces to an unseen phantasm inspiring her lust, and the arousal became overwhelming. She stepped back and began to shed the rest of her clothes, and Eric raced her. She knew to keep her stockings on, and they scrambled onto the bed to complete the performance. Eric kissed up the inside of both of her legs, pausing to great emphasis as he kissed her inner thighs to her mound. Bernadette was fizzing like a Catherine wheel inside, and her orgasm broke cover, sending her into a mind bending spasm. Eric quickly crawled up the bed and inserted his cock into her love tunnel, and her shuddering and spasming increased, producing rhythmic pulses in her pussy, squeezing and gripping Eric’s cock, extracting the most powerful thunderbolt from his loins, and soon the raging inferno of sexual heat was dying to smouldering embers in the hearth. The lovers were satiated, the sleep of recovery and renewal enveloped them.
‘Bleep… bleep… bleep… bleep…’ hit, “Fuck! I thought I set the radio on that blasted clock.”
“Mrm…mmph… zat yu?”
“It’s okay sweetie, go back to sleep… that’s it… deep asleep… go to sleep.” Tim struggled to open his eyes at this ungodly hour of the morning, and he shushed Connie and sent her back off to sleep. He gently got out of bed and struggled off to the loo, and after that he stumbled into the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee (Tim was definitely not a morning person, Author). The clock on the microwave said 04:42 now, as Tim put the cup to his lips to down the first gulp. Didn’t help. He sat at the counter and sipped some more, and it began to slowly hit the spot. He moved to the lounge where he had put out some clothes, so as not to disturb Connie or Cherie when he got up, but then he stubbed his toe on the dining table leg on his way back to the kitchen, barely muffling his agonised shout. Finishing the coffee Tim went out the back to open the main gate, and popped out to the street to watch for the catering van.
Five minutes early the van silently pulled up in the drive, and two brutes of men hopped out of the front. Very softly spoken they greeted Tim and set about removing the gear from the back. Beyond their front yard you could not hear anything that was going on, the guys were extraordinary in their professionalism and care, and they soon had the spit set up and the flames roaring. Truth be known, the burning was the loudest part of it. The pig was large, around two hundred pounds, and already mounted on the skewer. The two men casually hefted it into place over the slowing flames, and then they added the large logs to the fire, to burn and then to reduce to searing hot glowing embers. Quick, capable and efficient, the set up took only twenty minutes. Two kegs were also now in place, and the fridges were being loaded with the first assortment of drinks, soft and alcoholic. After giving Tim a couple of instructions the men informed him that he could now safely return to bed, the electric rotisserie would keep the animal turning and cooking quite happily without intervention, just keep an eye on the flames for a couple of more minutes until it dies down to a slow burn, and then they would be back at around ten o’clock to start delivering the assortment of other foods.
After thanking them and seeing them off, Tim returned to the spit. Ten minutes later he was happy with the progress of the fire, now under control and burning steadily, the spit turning gently, and the amazing aroma of the pig searing and starting to cook. He closed the gates and went back inside, none of the surrounding houses seemingly aware of the activities, no lights and no movements, all was quiet. Job done, stage one complete. Back to bed. Tiptoeing gently into the room so as not to disturb Connie he sat on the chair to finish removing his clothes, but a muffled sentence alerted him he hadn’t quite achieved it. “Whah tyes it… mmph.” Connie drawled into the pillow.
“It’s fine, honey… you are asleep… going down deeper and deeper to sleep… just relax… go to sleep.” Tim softly droned to his beautiful wife.
“Yes master… I will obey.” Connie said, a little more animated. Tim’s cock just went hard, he couldn’t believe she had slipped back into a hypnotic trance. Bloody hell, how would he be able to fall asleep now, his dick was twitching with vigour. He wasn’t able to help himself, and he moved a little closer to Connie, “That’s it… my darling hypnotic slave… deeper and deeper asleep… you must do everything I say.”
“Yes master.”
“You want to touch my cock… you need to play with my cock.”
“Yes master.” Connie mumbled something else unintelligible as she rolled over toward him, her fingers softly caressing the inner thigh as she searched for his weapon. As she arrived at it, Tim flinched such a lovely spasm, Connie was so delicate and sensuous in her wanderings. She fondled the iron rod in a maddening tenderness, deftly stirring his arousal without promise of release. Slowly, agonisingly, she tugged at his foreskin from around his shaft, but only drew it a millimetre or so, and let go, returning to soft stroking down his shaft, and fine tickling under his scrotum. Tim was determined not to do anything that might distract Connie, or disturb her actions, and with his voice catching in his throat now he chose not to speak, but he was going mental. His fever was burning a sexual zeal all over his body, even his face was feeling the zing of sexual heat, and Connie was deliberately teasing him. And not just teasing him, but expertly teasing him. He had a massive wad of semen ready for launch, but Connie seemed to be playing launch control, and was delaying the countdown for one last systems check. She edged his foreskin a little further, and a stream of pre cum trickled down his shaft, then she brought her other hand to task, putting her finger end to the small protuberance of his glans and tickling it around in a circular motion, and still grazing her fingers up and down his shaft and under his ball sac.
The jerking started, his frenzied nervous system unable to cope with the amazing degree of pleasure and arousal, he couldn’t hold still. But he needed to, Connie was slowing down even further, and the tickling at the end of his knob and around the sensitive edge of his foreskin were so powerfully exciting he would die if he lost contact with it. He was weakening, the pleasure was reducing his will, he was trying so hard to keep contact that he couldn’t think straight, couldn’t form a command to give Connie, this was excruciating in the most insanely delightful way. Fuck, his buttock started to cramp, the agony got worse, but so did the bloody pleasure, Connie’s touch was lighter than a feather now, and his cock was stinging with pleasure. “Aargh… now… Connie, do it now.” Tim strangled the words out, and Connie just lazily altered her style, drawing his foreskin a little further and beginning to rub the juice around the head of his cock, but still not fast or firmly enough to produce lift off. But now he experienced double zinging, the nerve endings in his cock seemingly switching on a complimentary set, doubling his pleasure.
His vision blurring, the agony in his right buttock somehow adding to the pleasure, his spasmodic jerking growing more uncontrollable and the attainment of the end goal seemingly no closer, Connie suddenly changed tack. With one hand she grasped his shaft firmly, stroking slowly but more purposefully all the way down, retracting his foreskin completely clear of the glans, and stretching the frenulum exquisitely, and back up again slowly, and with the other hand she ringed her fingers and thumb around his knob and produced an up and down motion over the knob at a different rhythm to the shaft, and Tim exploded in an orgasmic lift off that propelled him out beyond Jupiter, and causing both buttocks to cramp painfully. Connie kept the pressure up and Tim’s jerking became frantic, and he had to pull away as the post orgasm sensitivities tickled him torturously. Connie became still, laying in repose on the bed, her magnificent form half exposed by the bedraggled covers, her firm breasts heaving slightly as she breathed, her mouth forming a slight smile of apparent contentment, and Tim’s semen in an artistic streak across her left cheek, bridge of her nose and into her right eyebrow. More on the bed and on her shoulder, but that could always be cleaned up later, “Stay asleep my darling… go down deeper to sleep… you can remember this when you wake up later… but for now… sleep.”
“Yes master.” And with that, Connie rolled back to her own side of the bed and stopped moving. Tim’s body was singing with satisfaction, all but the bloody buttocks which were aching dreadfully. But it didn’t stop him from sleeping after setting the clock radio (on radio, this time) to wake him at eight.
Cassandra, it must be said, is in fact a morning person. And bloody clever, too. Arty was genuinely still asleep in the bed next to her, his healthy masculine form a little oddly skewed, his throbbing erection firmly inserted in her womanhood as she lay alongside gripping him with her vaginal muscles, struggling to hold her ecstatic scream as her orgasm hit her. Then she could not restrain herself, and the moans became guttural and louder, and her shaking would have woken a corpse. Arty’s delight and surprise in waking to his darling girl thrashing in a sexual frenzy were only surpassed by his own orgasmic jolt as she writhed about his cock exquisitely. And as he was awakening his pleasure grew, and seeing as well as hearing the woman of his dreams in ‘coitus ecstatica’ enhanced his responses immeasurably. During the cooling down they held each other sweetly, and a tear trickled down from Arty’s eye as he contemplated the wondrous experience he had just been privy to. Unbelievably, for a man who has lived as long as he has, he realised that this was the first time any woman had achieved this feat, and it touched him deeply that there were still things in this world to discover. It also instilled a childlike wonder and awe in contemplating Cassandra. Her being able to arouse him, engage him and achieve entry without him knowing, and still sleeping, was beyond extraordinary. Grace was good, but nobody was this good, until now.
As he sat at the table sipping the coffee Cassandra had made, he offered her a little of the story of Grace, and he let her know that this talent was fantastic, and will always be welcome, and it confirmed Cassandra’s place in his heart, his appreciation, adoration and desire, eclipsing all others. Cassandra questioned the idea that they had only known each other for a relatively short time, and maybe he was a little bit precipitous in his assessment, but he assured her that made it even more impressive. As she looked into his eyes she realised the depth and certainty of his words, and the love lock grew even tighter on her heart (that’s enough of this mushy stuff for now, Author).
“Oh, you naughty Cassandra, you were trying to tire my willy before the party, weren’t you?” The Professor chuckled cheekily.
“You have got to be kidding me. I’ve seen you in action too many times to believe that. There’s not much likelihood that will slow you down, my hale and hearty hypnotist.” Cassandra was laughing as she grabbed him and they shared a deep and passionate kiss before getting into the shower.
Cherie turned the handle and pushed the bedroom door open, “C’mon sleepy heads, you don’t want to miss the party, do you, being as you are hosting it, and all?”
“What the?” Tim enunciated articulately as he lifted his head and tried to fix his bleary eyes on the clock radio. “I simply do not believe this instrument, I’m going to have to chuck it away and get a new one.” He inspected the device and discovered the alarm/radio/off switch was teetering on the null point between radio and off, not quite located. It was now eight fifteen, not a big deal, really. Connie rose from her side with the dreamiest smile and dry caked semen across her face, and Cherie cracked up.
“So that’s why you’re tired then, hey?” Cherie pointed and Tim turned to look. Tim looked sheepish and Connie put her hand to her face, and felt the track of dry, caked semen across her face as the memory came flooding back. She turned beet red as the ‘yes master’ stuff flitted through her thoughts, and she punched Tim in the chest, then she grabbed him and kissed him really hard whilst running her hand through his hair and scritching his scalp, then she broke off and punched him again, finally laughing fitfully as she headed off for the shower.
“What was that all about?” Cherie quizzed.
“Erm… I think I might have been a little naughty while she was asleep this morning. It was brilliant fun, though.” Tim acquiesced, enjoying the memory.
Cherie sauntered up to him and wrapped her arms around him, “You sexy man, no wonder she is such a happy bunny these days.” Tim couldn’t believe what was happening, as he looked into Cherie’s eyes while they embraced his cock was growing, tingling, responding, and she was softly stroking its length. His head became woozy, he thought he heard her say ‘don’t fight… respond’, and in no time at all he was soiling his underwear again. Jeepers he loved that she could do this to him.
The next hour was a procession of busy bees tending to the accoutrements of the garden party to come. Tim was struggling with racks of chairs, distributing them randomly about the yard. Table covers and bowls were being added to the trestle tables, the covers giving a festive look and the bowls sitting waiting for the chips and cheesy comestibles to fill them. Streamers and balloons were tied to every convenient fence, fitting, drainpipe and stanchion, and by no means least, the marquee annexe was raised to create a considerable portion of shade. All in all a spectacular sight, just waiting now for the caterers to return with the snacks and sandwiches and cheese platters and baked potatoes and chicken and so on, and so on.
Coming up to nine thirty and the dress up had started in earnest. Tim had donned his favourite casual designer label gear, complete with an Irish Walking Hat (a hat worn whilst walking, rather than a hat that walks, Author!). He thought about a cane and a pipe, but figured that Connie might take to whacking the pipe out of his mouth with the cane if he did, so he didn’t. Of course, the girls wore stockings, you knew they were going to, but I do love describing it.
Cherie was in the bedroom adjusting the suspenders on her light blue fully fashioned stockings when Jane pushed the door open. Both women squealed with delight as they cast eyes over each other, and Jane was intent on holding the girl of her dreams closely and intimately. She wrapped her arms around Cherie and hugged her amorously, forcing their vulvas together and softly wriggling. The intensity of Cherie’s response and desire caught even Cherie unawares, the growing passion in her mound evoking sensations that could quickly get out of control. In an attempt to diminish the fervour Cherie gazed into Jane’s eyes and illuminated her emeralds lightly, and Jane immediately reached force nine arousal, the hypnotism firing her lust. While Cherie stared hard into her eyes, Jane grabbed both buttocks and started purposeful grinding of their vulvas, creating the overwhelming tingling in them both. Cherie stared, Jane writhed, and whimpered, Cherie responded against her intention, both pussies were lubricating profusely, and the siren sounded, and two women orgasmed powerfully, with only their grasp of each other keeping them upright.
“You are so naughty, look at my lipstick.” Cherie chided.
“I’d rather look at your quivering pussy, my darling.” Jane was half hypnotised, loving the feeling and unable to rouse properly. Cherie whispered a few strengthening commands and brought her out of it, adding to behave herself or she might have to spank her (might as well have stuck a finger in her pussy). Jane regained her senses and took a quizzical look at Cherie.
“How did you do that?” Jane asked, and Cherie smiled a knowing smile, and then put a finger to her lips and shushed her.
“If you’re lucky, I might tell you later. But for now, let me finish getting dressed, you sexy little so and so.” Cherie adjusted the other strap, to the delight of the fascinated Jane, and then straightened up and admired herself in the mirror. The stockings exactly matched her satin dress, and four and a half inch black patent pumps completed the outfit deliciously. Underneath there were black satin bra and knickers, the whole thing so simple and yet so stunning.
Jane was wearing fully fashioned stockings, too, but jet black, with matte burgundy pumps, a dark peach pencil skirt just above her knees and a pastel pink blouse (and once properly reapplied, delicious burgundy lipstick). As the girls walked out to the lounge, Tim feigned a heart attack as he admired them both. And then Connie joined them and damn near gave him a heart attack. Seamless black silk stockings, matte black pumps at five inches, slender fine black leather skirt, black satin chemise and black leather jacket. Black eyeliner and fire engine lipstick with her hair pulled into a bun, simply irresistible (yup, I said it). Tim got the feeling he would spend most of today sporting a steel hard erection, so he went to the bedroom to change into more comfortable underwear, and adjust the angle of his member.
‘Ding Dong’ went the doorbell (in an amateurish attempt to better Jane’s), and Cherie answered it to find Sandi, Sue and Ralph on the doorstep. “Come in, welcome and hello, how are you all?”
“Hi, oh my, don’t you just look the goods.” Sandi said to Cherie, and Sue acknowledged Cherie’s finery with a flattering up and down gaze.
“Oh who are you kidding, look at the two of you. And Ralph, I believe, lucky Sue, you are one handsome gentleman.” Cherie fired back at them. Connie swooped in and all eyes popped out on stalks, and then the obligatory hugging began. Ralph rather liked this clan, especially when he got to hug Connie, except that Sue smacked him afterwards. But it was worth it, he figured. Then Tim appeared, and after a bit more touching and chat he guided Ralph out to the bar (well, the big solid table that will be referred to as the bar from now on). Tim had a dozen or so stubbies in an esky (I’m not sure about the rest of the world, but in Oz a stubby, which was meant to become an ‘echo’ but it never caught on, is a short bottle of beer. An esky is where it lives in order to keep its cool) under the solid table. They started to get on like a house on fire, and speaking of fire, Tim kept Ralph chatting while he moved over to the pig to inspect its progress. He applied a little of the fat and juices and basted the animal carcass with some more of the spices mix. Coming along beautifully.
Beep, beep. The catering van was in the driveway and the two big guys had a couple of helpers along, and they began to unload the round one feast supplies. With a nod to Tim they brought more cases of cold soft drinks and juices headed for the fridges in the shed and marquee, the huge caterer’s oven was plugged in at its post in the shed, and the hot chicken, mini franks, party pies and pasties, mini quiches, pizza slices and lasagne pods were fastidiously arranged and stored. Meanwhile there were drinks of all kinds, including white wine and some sparkling reds placed in the bathtubs, and bags of ice were poured over them. Finally the first of the hot foods was distributed to the warmers around the garden trestle tables on display to the guests.
And there was the guest of honour, and his beautiful princess bride (oh, rats, I didn’t mean to say that… scrub that last… Cassandra is just his girlfriend, stupid Author!). Professor Zelmann looked pretty much as he always did, not that that was a disappointment in any way, he could charm the pick from a garden gnome anytime. Looking dapper in his dark grey designer label suit and tie, he radiated suave and sophisticated. And Cassandra never dispirits any occasion. Another top shelf lady in black fully fashioned stockings, matte black pumps, a startling, shimmering emerald green three quarter length dress, figure hugging and smooth lines, and her hair up in a rather enticing arrangement of snakes and ladders. The hugs were getting more tentative and gentle, people wishing to keep their clothes unripped, unwrinkled and generally on their bodies, so caution was now required. Tim brought Ralph to meet the Professor and Cassandra, and Sue came trotting up behind, somewhat glazing over as she approached.
“Oh how truly marvellous, dear Sue, it is indeed a pleasure to see you. And this fine gentleman is no doubt Ralph, he truly is everything you described, and more.” The Professor greeted them, leaving Ralph speechless, and Sue completely under his spell. Zelmann took Ralph by the hand and shook it generously, and much to his surprise Ralph felt his member swell a little. He then made the mistake of meeting the Professor’s gaze full on, a bit of an alpha male gesture, and his cock grew turgid. He timidly took back his hand and made his ‘nice to meet you’ parley with both hands in his pockets. Zelmann took Sue’s hand and kissed it, and Sue was now under his power, but more of that later.
“Hey, guys, great to see you,” Tim broke in as he turned to the gate and spied Eric, Bernadette and Brigitte, and as Cassandra completed the introductions to Sue and Ralph, the new arrivals made their way to the marquee where everyone was milling about (as in standing, sitting and walking around, rather than making flour). Connie led Cherie and Jane from the house into the yard, and a rousing cheer accompanied them. Even Ralph joined in, and Sue smacked him again, playfully, although she too was still admiring Connie. When the Professor got a look at Connie, even he started to experience tumescence, what a babe! He raised his hand and crooked his finger, calling Connie to him. Connie felt the weirdest compulsion as she observed him beckoning, and her legs became almost robotic as they carried her over to him.
“My dears, I see you have organised a torture trap here for me today. How can I bear to see the finest and most beautiful women in the whole world parading around in front of me in their finest robes, and not be tempted to ravish you all. You are all absolutely splendid, and I don’t doubt there will be more to come.” The Professor expounded. The compliment had hit its mark, all the women present were glowing with pride and pleasure, and for the rest of the day they would add a little extra jiggle to their bums, bend a bit more often than they needed to, and generally strut like peacocks for his and others’ enjoyment. And their own.
At this moment a single head appeared over the gate, and on stepping through snapped every neck in the place. All heads turned to behold Sabine as she elegantly waltzed into the garden, with Cherie quickly sidling over to her to greet her and give her a friendly face to bond with. Sabine radiated seductive allure, everybody wanted her, men and women alike. Like Cherie, simple and stunning describes her look, but a thousand or so dollars more in the presentation. Hand made leather pumps again, black silk stockings, designer cocktail dress in black, large diamond encrusted broach, diamond ear studs, professional bouffant hair do, and that million dollar walk. Engorging cocks all round. Connie was struggling to keep her eyes open at the moment as the Professor was wickedly whispering things to her that were teasing her conscious faculty, and softly stroking her back in rhythmic circles. He lightly kissed her on the cheek and moved over to greet Sabine. Connie jumped a little as if startled back to reality, and she too headed for Sabine.
Eric and Tim were talking to Ralph, letting the others introduce Sabine into the group for now, and Bernadette and Brigitte were getting a white wine from the bathtub, and then started working into the conversation, and soon all the women were chatting on excitedly as though they were a group of old acquaintances together for the first time in years. Cassandra offered to grab a drink for Sue, and they began to chat together about the world in general, and the subjects soon got around to the Professor. Cassandra just loved hearing about the things her man got up to, and Sue’s confessions about her tickly feet and things were feeding her lust. And then Sandi and Meggs opened the gate.