The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I’m on my way back late Sunday night from the United Kingdom to the United States, flying TWA 1st class as I type this into my laptop computer. I felt it imperative to put the words down so I would never forget these events which occurred over the weekend.

Let me first tell a little about myself. My name is Trent and I am a therapist. My specialty is hypno-therapy, but I got tired of dealing with patients who wanted to quit smoking or some other disgusting habit, so I concentrated on working only with professional athletes.

My profession sometimes requires me to travel around the world to various female fitness and bodybuilding competitions. Many of my clients are women who are physically perfect in terms of muscle tone and body shape. Of course, some of them are better than others, depending on the type of competition they are in. However, some of them lack a certain confidence when it comes to performing in front a large audience. Sometimes it’s just a simple case of stage fright. My job is to assist them with their problems and anxieties by using my relaxation techniques, and sometimes hypnosis. And I’m paid handsomely for it.

I almost feel guilty getting paid for it. As a former body builder myself, I have always been able to appreciate what it takes to sculpt a body into its most extreme condition and peak performance, and I especially can appreciate this in the female form. In other words, I would almost probably do this for nothing, just to be able to work in close contact with these beautiful, exquisite Amazon-like specimens of womanhood. But, since they insist on paying me for my time, who am I to argue? There’s lots of money at stake in these fast paced and growing competitions now, and my clients do not hesitate to get every edge they can in the fiercely competitive world of fitness and bodybuilding.

Saturday afternoon

My adventure began the first day of competition. I had already performed my techniques on a few of my clients, and now all I had to do was watch and enjoy the competition to see how my girls came out in their respective weight categories. I don’t like to boast, but my clients consistently place in the top three in every competition they enter. That’s why I’m so expensive, and why my airfare and accommodations are well taken care of by the sponsors of the top competitors.

I took my seat before competition began, and waited while the crowd slowly filled the seats around me. Suddenly, an amazing sight took me in. Strutting down the aisle was an incredibly beautiful woman. She wore a tight dark skirt cut just above the knees, with a peach-colored silk camisole top underneath a stylish jacket. Her glossy black high heel pumps accentuated her toned calves, and I noticed she wasn’t wearing any hosiery. But, from what I could see of her smooth flawless and muscular legs, she didn’t need any.

Her face was pleasant, and her blonde, silken locks fell about her broad shoulders. From what I surmised, she was either a competitor herself, or she just kept herself in awesome shape. My heart leapt as she eyed the empty seat next to mine, and she gave me a nice smile when she sat down in it.

Since we were both of similar build, we couldn’t help but rub shoulders, and I made a comment about how tight the seating was. She said she didn’t mind, and from there we carried on a nice little chat until the event began. Diana had a delightful personality, and her quick wit and charm mesmerized me. I was especially taken by her flirtatious nature. Also, the fact that I’m a sucker for English accents is another matter entirely.

She told me her name was Diana, and a few other perfunctory things about herself. She worked for a bank and was involved with doing corporate deals. I told her what I did for a living when she asked, and she seemed rather intrigued by my profession. I explained a little more about it, and the more we talked, the more we hit it off.

When I asked Diana which competitor was her favorite, the name of one of my clients came up. I made the simple suggestion that I would be glad to bring her backstage for a visit after the day’s events. Diana was skeptical at first, thinking I was pulling a line on her. I assured her I wasn’t, and then she became excited, and said she couldn’t wait to meet her.

The competition went on as scheduled, and in between breaks, we carried on our nice conversation further. I always enjoy meeting new people, and Diana was very charming, with a wry sense of humor. The more we talked, the more I thought to myself, ‘I’ve got to have her.’ There was only one problem. Diana had an acquaintance that she described as having a semi-serious relationship with. His name was Roger. I found this out after I asked her if she was seeing anyone. But this wasn’t going to stop me.

After the day’s competition was over, I took Diana backstage as my guest, and I introduced her to my client friend as promised. Diana was duly impressed, and after a few other introductions, we made our way outside, where I asked my new friend if she would have dinner with me.

Diana told me that at any other time, she would take me up on my offer, but since she was involved with someone, she didn’t feel comfortable about it. I put on my most sincere face and I told her I understood, and that I certainly wasn’t trying to be anything but friendly and that my intentions were honorable. For some reason, I guess she was moved by my words. Possibly, she felt she owed me something since I introduced her to someone she admired, and so Diana suggested we have drinks instead.

I mentioned that my hotel, which was right around the corner, had a very nice bar. She agreed that sounded all right and we walked there together, talking as we went.

Two hours later, which seemed to go by in a matter of minutes, Diana noticed the time and panicked somewhat. She remembered that she had promised to call Roger after the competition had ended. She then excused herself to give him a call, and when she came back, she was flustered. Apparently Roger was upset that she had just spent two hours talking with a stranger. A male stranger and a foreigner no less.

I admired the fact that she was up front with her boyfriend. I made a vague reference to the fact that Roger did not seem to trust her, and it had the desired effect. Diana told me that she was rather perturbed now with Roger for getting upset with her.

“How dare he make an issue of you being a foreigner as well.” Diana said vehemently. “What does that have to do with anything? I have a good mind to teach him a lesson and have dinner you.”

I told Diana I certainly didn’t want to cause friction between her and her boyfriend. But, I told her if she really wanted to have dinner with me, we could always go to my room and order room service, since I didn’t carry cash and the nearest restaurant did not accept credit cards. The more she thought about it, the more she warmed to the idea. If Roger didn’t like it, it was too bad for him. She was her own woman, and wasn’t about to be controlled by someone she wasn’t even married to. I agreed wholeheartedly, just to keep her in that frame of mind, at least until we got up to my room.

Once we got up to my hotel suite, Diana was awed by the lavish décor of the room, and the scenic view of the city from the large picture windows. Within the hour, we were eating and drinking happily while we talked about all kinds of things. The longer I was with Diana, the more I became infatuated with her. She was proud of the fact that that she could break six-inch nails with her bare hands and she also demonstrated her strength by picking up one of the apples from the room service cart and crushing it into a juicy pulp. Of course, I was impressed by all of this, what man wouldn’t be? I wanted her even more. But after awhile, Diana informed me that she would have to be going soon. She assured me that she was having a wonderful time with me, but she was feeling bad about Roger and wanted to get home to call him and try to patch things up.

I couldn’t let her get away just yet, so before she about to leave, I challenged her to a friendly arm wrestle to really test her strength. (And keep her a little longer.)

Just as I figured. She jumped at the chance to show off her prowess, and eagerly removed her jacket, revealing more of her tremendous build, while giving me more of a chance to ogle her chest surreptitiously. Diana was well equipped with a nice pair of full breasts, which virtually burst out of her camisole top while her nipples poked straight out of the silk material. I imagined what it would be like to roll them around between my thumb and forefinger, and maybe even give them a good pinch.

I removed my jacket as well, and rolled up the sleeves to my v-neck sweater. My thick forearms made an impression on her, as if she didn’t expect me to be as large as I was. I give credit to my tailor, who has a magical way of fitting me with clothes that do not make me look too bulky, and give me the appearance of being slighter than I really am. I believe this made her want to test her mettle against me even more.

We sat across the table from each other, and before we began, I made a suggestion. “Why don’t we make a small wager?”

Diana asked me what kind of wager, eyeing me suspiciously as if she knew what I had in mind. I told her that if she wins, I would treat her to breakfast the next morning, before the day’s ‘s competition begins. And if I win, she must have one more drink with me. Of course, what I didn’t say was that I would win either way, but she accepted at my wager eagerly, confident of her abilities.

Diana placed her elbow on the table and held her palm out to accept mine. I did the same and we took a few seconds to adjust our grip comfortably. I could already tell that she had great hand strength, as she gave me a playful little dig with her thumb just above mine.

I don’t know about Diana, but when I was younger I had my share of arm wrestling matches. Sometimes I’ve even competed for money, going against some of the strongest and biggest men in the United States. I learned a few tricks about leverage and using my opponent’s strength against them. Here, it was the same with Diana. Once we began, it was no contest. I could have easily bent her down, but I didn’t want to make it too easy and sap her confidence. I let her strain and struggle, allowing her to bend me back a few inches while I looked down her camisole and got an eyeful of the ripe treasures within.

I almost lost my concentration and the match, but after several more seconds, I began to the slow process of bending her arm back inch by inch until I lay her flat on the table.

Once over, Diana was flushed, and if I didn’t know better, I could have sworn that the test of strength and physical strain had made her aroused. She challenged me to a best out of three, but I came back with one better. After a drink, we would have a go at a real full body wrestling match right here in the middle of my spacious suite.

Diana pondered the idea for a moment, and then smiled at me and said, “Okay. But I need to freshen up a bit first.”

“I’ll pour those drinks then.” I said as I thought how perfect this opportunity was. While Diana was gone to the lavatory, I reached into my travel bag for a small vial containing a drug that I created to assist some of my clients who are not easily susceptible to standard hypnotic techniques. It is a mind relaxant drug that allows me to make mental suggestions to the subject while they are under the influence of the chemicals. I poured a small dose into Diana’s champagne glass with the intent of using it to strongly suggest that she spend the night with me. Roger or no Roger, I had to have this exquisite beauty tonight.

When Diana returned, freshened up, I handed her a champagne glass and we toasted each other. I watched anxiously as she downed the glass and swallowed her drink. It would take about thirty minutes before the drug would take effect.

Once she finished her drink, Diana set her glass down and giggled a little. She seemed a little tipsy and I watched with amusement as she kicked off her pumps and grabbed the hem of her short skirt and slid it upwards until it was bunched up tight around her hips. Her thighs were incredible, and I imagined what they could do to a man’s skull if she squeezed them together with enough force. She was ready to tangle.

Diana asked me if I was ready and I smiled and nodded yes. I removed my shoes and socks and we both moved some of the furniture out of the way to make a nice big area for our private match. Before we started, I took off my watch while she removed all of her jewelry, including her bracelet and earrings so we wouldn’t get scratched.

“What’s the wager this time?’ Diana asked with a smile. I told her it was her turn to say.

“If I win, you have to put on my shoes and walk around with them” Diana said with an impish smile.

I agreed and told her, “And if I win, I get to have a look at your breasts.”

Diana blushed pink and gasped, and then gave me a sly smile and told me that there was no chance in hell of me getting a look at her breasts, and she got in position to start.

I love a challenge, and there was no way in the world that I was going to put on women’s shoes, so I mentally prepared myself for a ferocious battle of will and strength. And so it was as we started to grapple in the middle of the plush carpeting of my hotel suite. For the next half-hour we grabbed, twisted, grunted and strained with maximum physical force, each of us trying not to give way to the other. I have to admit that Diana was a worthy opponent, and several times she nearly had me pinned down, but I would use my leverage and escape the trap. Other times I would have her neatly pinned, but I would allow her up at the last second, to give her another go. It was exhilarating to compete physically with another woman who nearly matched my strength, and as the match went on, I could feel myself becoming hard in my trousers.

This arousal started to weaken me mentally, and in turn physically. So, nearly thirty minutes after we started, I pooled every ounce of strength I had left and locked Diana up, using my legs entwined with hers and my arms to bind hers up behind her back while I had her on her stomach. She was gasping hard and straining, with all of her muscles now bulging, but it was no use, I finally had her trapped with no hope of escape.

I have a cruel streak I’m afraid, and I couldn’t help but tease her a little, telling her that men would always be stronger than women, and that she would have to admit this before I would release her. She resisted of course, so I used my legs to arch her back and bend her a little more backwards. I knew it was painful, but I have to give it to Diana, she refused to give up. She probably would have allowed me to break her back before she would admit that men were stronger, and I fell for her all the more for that.

I got a few more groans out of her, poor thing. By then, the drug was starting to take effect and I felt her begin to relax. After one last gasp of effort, she went limp in my grasp and closed her eyes, as if she were falling asleep. I enjoyed the position I had her in, and I kept her that way while I began to make mental suggestions to her while she was under the influence of the mind relaxant drug.

I told Diana that for the rest of the evening and tomorrow, she would be totally aroused sexually, and that her sole purpose was to provide me with pleasure in whatever way I requested. In turn, she would be pleasured as well, but that she would not be allowed to have an orgasm until I said the proper phrase, which I then whispered in her ear. I asked her to respond to all of my suggestions until she understood each and every one of them. Then I made one last command for her to wake up out of her suggestive state.

Diana opened her eyes again, and it was as if she picked up where she last left off before she closed her eyes. She strained some more until I finally asked her if she wanted to give up. She struggled with the thought at first, but she finally relented. I unlocked her limbs and we both lay there on the floor for a few minutes while we recovered from our battle.

I asked Diana if she was all right and how she felt, and a strange look came over her face, as if she were trying to understand her new feelings. She was blushing again and I knew my subliminal suggestions were working, so I decided to have a little fun with her just to make sure. I stood up and straightened my rumpled clothes a bit while she got up and did the same. I picked up her shoes and handed them to Diana, and I told her that I was just joking about our wager, and that if she was ready to leave now, she could.

She gave me a sort of disappointed look at first as she slipped her pumps back on, and then quickly changed her attitude and said. “I don’t really have to go just yet.”

“What about Roger?” I asked. “Don’t you want to give him a call?”

“Maybe later.” Diana answered as she rubbed her palms on her thighs, like she was itching to do something, but was waiting for permission to do it. I stared into her beautiful face for several seconds, and studied her expression. It went from one of anxious anticipation to varying degrees of desire. I knew she wanted me to say or do something, but I waited as long as I could, enjoying her state of nervous arousal.

“Well then.” I said with a smile as I crossed my arms. “What would you like to do now?”

Diana swallowed and replied, “Whatever you want to, Trent.”

At that moment I could have told her to strip naked and she would have done it in a second, but I wanted to take my time and savor the unique situation. I reached over and put my hands on her arms to get a good feel of her deltoids, biceps and triceps. As I gently prodded the muscles with my fingers, Diana seemed to melt in my hands and sighed. I complimented her on her physique and she gave me a thankful smile that melted my heart.

I told Diana that I wanted to kiss her, and deep down there must have been some lingering guilt of Roger, but she overcame it and came close so that we could embrace. We kissed each other soulfully for several minutes, and I used one hand to hold her head while the other roamed over her back and waist and then finally settled on her tight ass. I gave her a gentle squeeze and pushed her up to my groin as Diana gave a little moan. My member was rock hard in my trousers now and I knew she could feel it pressing against her. Her own hands slid down my back slowly and cupped my rear so she could grind her hips up suggestively against mine, while pushing my erection harder up against her.

We kissed passionately for several more minutes, and each of us became even more aroused than ever while we groped each other’s hard bodies. Finally we broke apart to capture our breath and looked into each other’s eyes.

Diana was now full of sensual desire, and she waited impatiently for my next move. My gaze went down to her ample chest and I smiled as I fingered the edges of her silk top, brushing my fingertips lightly along her cleavage, causing Diana to shiver slightly. I told her, “This camisole is very pretty. Was it expensive?”

When she nodded and whispered ‘yes,’ I took it in my fists and ripped it apart, allowing her ripe melons to bounce and spill out. Diana gasped, and she blushed with bright pink again when I did this, and covered herself instinctively with her forearms. I smiled at her, amused by her bashfulness, and with one hand I held her by the back of her head while I gently pushed her arms down to uncover those luscious mounds. I took a handful of one and gave it a playful squeeze, and then the other, all while Diana sighed and gasped. They were perfect, round and firm, with hard thimble-like nipples pointing straight out. I made a mental note that later I would have to fuck these bountiful beauties.

I carefully removed the shreds of her camisole top and tossed it aside so I could run my hands over the rest of her torso. Diana was cut to maximum effect. Her abdomen was a hard, flat washboard of course, and as I rubbed my hands across it gently to feel her abdominal muscles, I was impressed by how soft her skin was.

I couldn’t get enough of it and kneeled down in front of her so I could slowly and teasingly push her skirt up to reveal her silky thighs. I gave her a few kisses on her shivering legs while I pushed the skirt all the way up above her waist. I was pleasantly surprised to discover that she wore a sexy little pair of white thong panties.

Diana’s mound was inches from my face and I looked up at her face before I blew my hot breath upon it and watched as she closed her eyes and sighed. She put her hands on my head and I knew she was dying to push my face between her legs, but I hesitated. I held her hips in my hands firmly and then leaned forward to press my tongue against the coverlet of her cotton panties. Diana hissed through clenched teeth and grabbed my hair.

I continued kissing and teasing her with my mouth and tongue, as Diana leaned her head back and sighed with parted lips. Her knees were bent slightly as she slowly moved her hips back and forth. Her legs were also tensed up and I knew she was having a hard time keeping her balance on her high heels while I pleasured her. Soon, Diana was bending at the waist as her breasts thrust out above me, and she started to whimper and moan.

Diana was on the verge of orgasm, I could tell, but I didn’t want to give her release just yet. I wanted to drive her wild with passion before I let her come. Of course, I wanted to get myself off as well, and I couldn’t wait a moment longer, so I stood up and took Diana by the hand and led her into the large bedroom suite. As I pulled her along quickly, she danced on the tips of her high-heeled shoes to keep up with me. Once in the bedroom, I ordered her to remove her skirt, but to leave her high heels on. There’s something about a beautiful woman wearing nothing but pumps and panties that always gives me a thrill.

All the previous evening’s activities of strenuous physical contact as well as the alcohol had really wound me up, and I was in no mood for foreplay. That could come later since I knew I had Diana for the rest of the weekend. I told her to get up on the edge of the large canopied bed on her hands and knees while I removed my sweater, slacks and underwear. She watched me anxiously as I did this so I took my sweet time, knowing she was dying for me to hurry up. Once I was primed and ready, I walked up behind Diana and gave her a good hard slap on her firm ass cheek, making the flesh turn a pale tint of pink.

I was feeling a little devious and growled, “Are you ready for a good fucking, Diana?”

Diana’s mouth fell open at my choice of words, but there was a hint of arousal as she tensed up in anticipation. I grabbed her hips and placed my now throbbing member up between her hard ass cheeks, and her whole body seemed to shiver at the contact. I took my shaft and gave her a couple of slaps on her derriere; bouncing it off the hard surface and watching her cheeks quiver while Diana gasped. Then I reached between her legs and moved the cotton material of her panties aside to insert my fingers into her slit. I was surprised at how wet she was already, and she began to moan as I fingered her clit gently.

When I saw how erotic Diana looked, with her head thrown back and sighing, I jammed my fingers up deep inside her, causing her to emit a high pitched squeal of surprise and pleasure. Now she was ready, and I opened her wide with my fingers as I positioned my rigid pole at the wet opening. Once I placed the head inside of her warm slit, I grasped her by the hips, and in one quick thrust, I slid my member deep inside her warm tunnel. I held it inside for several moments, savoring the sensation of Diana’s tight walls.

“What do you want me to do now?’ I asked Diana, knowing full well what she wanted me to do, but I couldn’t help myself. This woman made me feel like an animal.

“Fuck me.” Diana said with a quivering voice.

“How do you want it?” I asked. “Hard or gentle? You want it gentle, don’t you Diana?”

“Yes.” Diana moaned. “Gently.”

“Say please, Diana.” I ordered her.

“Please, Trent.” Diana responded as she moved her hips against me “Do it gently.”

“No. I think I’m going to do it hard.” I growled, and I proceeded to fuck Diana on all fours by the edge of the bed. I pounded her hard and deep for over forty five minutes, filling every inch of her as I pummeled her from behind. Her body shook from my assault, and when she started to get carried away with her loud moans, I ordered her to be quieter by pulling her hair back and breathing into her ear. “Keep it down, my little pet.”

I knew I was treating Diana like a sexual plaything, like a whore really, but I was already too carried away by the moment. I couldn’t just stop now. Besides, Diana looked like she was enjoying the experience as much if not more than I was. I made a promise to myself that I would do something later with Diana that she would especially enjoy.

Despite the exhilarating pleasure I was experiencing from fucking this amazingly sensual woman, I used my own mental techniques to keep from climaxing while prolonging my erection for as long as I wished. The longer I held out, the more intense my eventual eruption would be. Besides, I had to put my new pet through her paces with even more erotic exercises.

I spent the next hour bending and twisting my flexible playmate into different and varying positions as I kept up my fierce pounding of her slippery opening. Several times I brought Diana to the brink of climax, and each time she was disturbed that she could not finish herself off. Of course, she didn’t know that I had to say the phrase that would release her to full orgasmic pleasure. But I cruelly held back the critical words until I was sure she was ready to explode. As I nailed her hard into the quaking bed, I whispered the phrase into her ear, and suddenly she screamed out and thrashed under me as she climaxed with shivering intensity. I continued humping her until I knew she was spent.

Finally, I was spent as well, and rolled off her to catch my breath. We both lay there for several minutes, until I suggested we take a shower to wash the sheen of sweat off our bodies. Diana agreed and joined me for a hot, steaming bath, where we took our time soaping up every inch of each other’s sore and tired bodies.

After the shower I grabbed a fluffy robe and headed back to the main suite to relax for awhile. I decided to put the videotape of the day’s fitness competition highlights into the VCR while I sat on the plush couch to watch. Meanwhile, Diana was preparing two nightcaps at the bar, and brought them over. We sipped them together as the video played.

Diana was getting antsy again, and she wanted to get my attention away from the women on the television, so she began stroking her fingers along my neck and shoulders. I ignored her flirting gestures, keeping my attention of the TV screen. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her pout, and so she let her hand slide down my arm and then over my thigh, where she began to rub it suggestively, letting it brush up dangerously close to my crotch.

I was enjoying her attentions, but I tried to stay as cool as possible. It seemed to drive her crazy with desire, until she couldn’t hold back any longer. Diana leaned close and licked my ear, giving me shivers. Then she whispered sensuously, “Let’s do it again, Trent.”

Her words were music to my ears, but I wanted her to work for it. I told Diana that I wasn’t ready yet. It would take me a little more time. But she was impatient and promptly reached into my robe and took my limp member to begin stroking and gently squeezing it.

Just as I used my mental techniques to prolong my erection, I used similar ones to keep from getting erect. I told Diana that once she got me hard, I would be glad to give her another good fuck. She went to work with vigor, wrapping her fingers around my shaft and stroking it slowly while she let the fingers of her other hand tickle my scrotum.

After several minutes of pleasurable manipulation, Diana looked at me with impatience. I made a suggestion that maybe she should try something different. She knew exactly what I was inferring, and she gave her lips a once over with her tongue absent-mindedly while she pondered the idea. When she realized that she was getting nowhere with her hands, she reluctantly got down from the couch and kneeled between my legs, making herself as comfortable as possible before she went about her impending task.

Diana took my limp member, and gave me one more suspicious look before she closed her eyes and parted her lips to allow her tongue to touch the head of my soft penis. The sensation was wonderful, but I kept myself from reacting physically. She swirled her tongue around it and wet the entire tip with her saliva. Then, while she kept one hand around the base to hold it up, she put the tip in her mouth and closed her sensuous lips around it, all while keeping her tongue dancing around the helmet. It was sensational, but I kept up my mental faculties and kept myself from becoming erect.

The longer Diana worked to get me up, the more aroused and impatient she became. She was desperate, and she wanted that cock hard and she wanted it hard now. She eagerly used her wet mouth to give my shaft a complete tongue bath as well as my engorged balls, and soon I could hold out no longer. My flaccid member began to harden, which excited Diana immensely, making her slurp and lick with fervor as she moaned noisily on my lap.

Soon enough, I was rock hard, and Diana was ready to get up, but I held her head down on my cock to enjoy more of her oral pleasures while I watched the video of the various statuesque contestants posing and performing on the television screen. I told her that I wasn’t finished with her mouth yet, so she continued sucking my rigid pole while I held her gently by the hair and guided her head up and down until I was finished with my video.

I finally allowed Diana to get up and I told her to turn around and mount me with her back turned so I could get a good view of her derriere while she rode on top of me. Like a good girl, she obeyed and spread her legs apart over mine and guided herself down until she was fully impaled on my hard member. I grabbed her hips and shifted her until I found a nice comfortable fit, and then I got her moving by thrusting my hips upwards. Diana took over the pace while I leaned my head back and relaxed, letting her do all the work. Her tight walls pulled me as she rocked back and forth on top me.

I couldn’t help but grab her by the wrists and pull them behind her back until I locked up both her arms behind her with one hand. I pulled back until her back was arched so that her supple, bouncing breasts pointed to the ceiling. With my free hand, I reached around to fondle and grope them vigorously. I first rolled her nipples in my fingers, and then, like I wanted to earlier, I gave them a good firm pinch. Diana gave out a cry as she continued to roll on top of me, so I gave her another pinch for good measure before I reached up to put my fingers in her mouth. She licked them eagerly, and when she got carried away and bit one of them. I grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back while I twisted her arms up painfully, making her groan as I scolded her.

Diana was all worked up by now, and I allowed her to continue humping on top of me until she was ready to erupt in orgasmic pleasure.

“Are you ready to come, Diana?” I hissed into her ear. Diana moaned and nodded ‘yes’, so I again whispered the magic phrase in her ear, and soon she was rocking fast and hard, breathing heavily until she started to scream out ecstasy. I clamped my hand over her mouth and pumped up into her while she shivered and began to climax.

Diana gave out a muffled “Mmmmmph!” as she came, and I rocked her furiously up and down until she started to go limp. Once she was putty in my hands, I picked her up and carried her back into the bedroom and tossed her onto the bed. I stood at the edge and grabbed her by the ankles, spreading her legs out as I slid her towards my waiting shaft.

Once I impaled Diana, I reached under to grasp her hard ass cheeks and lifted upwards until I had a comfortable penetration. The top of her shoulders and back remained on the bed while the rest was held up in the air as I began my thrusts. Diana thrashed on the bed, tossing her head from side to side as she gasped and moaned, While I rammed her furiously. Diana had to grip the bed sheets and mattress above her to keep from sliding around, and she locked her ankles behind me to keep up with my forceful thrusts.

I hammered away for several more minutes, until I noticed her ripe melons bouncing around. I pulled out and straddled her waist until my slick member was just above her chest. I told Diana to hold her breasts together to make a sheath around my cock and she did so eagerly. Then I began to fuck her luscious tits while she squirmed underneath me. My shaft was long enough that when I thrust forward, the head touched her puffy lips, and so each time I came near, Diana would let her pliant tongue slip out to meet my cock. I grabbed her by the back of the head and helped lean her head up, so that my head was now entering her mouth. She puckered her lips each time it entered and gave it a lick once it left. I continued for awhile longer until I could hold out no longer.

I took it upon myself to give Diana what we in Texas call a pearl necklace. My throbbing cock began to unload long strings of white liquid over her neck and chest. Additional spurts splashed across her lips and chin, and glided down across her cheeks. I made sure she enjoyed the moment as much as I did so I gave her the phrase once more, and she immediately arched her back up and screamed as another intense orgasm washed over her.

Then it was over. Diana gave a long sigh and closed her eyes and relaxed, as if she had just passed out in orgasmic pleasure. She looked so sexy lying there, and I decided to give her a treat. I went to the bathroom, showered, and then ran a nice hot bubble bath in the huge tub. Once it was ready, I lit a few candles around the room and went back to the bedroom and picked up Diana from the bed. She was still limp from her post-sexual state, and so I brought her into the bathroom and gently placed her into the warm bath.

Diana sighed as the hot water warmed her tired body. I took a large sponge and began to wash her muscles lovingly as she lay her head back and relaxed with a soft moan. I took my time and paid special attention to her more private areas, which seemed to get her aroused again. As I stroked her stomach, Diana told me to join her in the tub, so I did. Once inside, we embraced face to face and then kissed for what seemed a very long time.

Now I wanted to reciprocate for the oral pleasure Diana had provided me. I wanted her to just lay back and enjoy. I shifted my body back and then reached under to lift Diana’s hips up out of the soapy water until I had her trim bush inches from my face. Then I proceeded to take my sweet time and explore every inch and crevice of Diana’s sex with my lips and tongue. I pleasured her gently at first, tasting the succulent treasure within. Then after a time, Diana began to twist and squirm beneath me. She moaned and sighed dreamily as I continued, and then she grabbed my hair and forced me closer. Soon, she began to thrash wildly, splashing soapy suds out of the tub, until I knew she was on the brink of climax.

I now wished I hadn’t used the drug and mental suggestions on Diana. I wanted her to orgasm on her own without the use of the subliminal phrase. When I knew she couldn’t take any more, I gave it to her, and Diana was soon screaming out in ecstasy.

After several minutes, Diana started to calm down, and we then relaxed in each others arms until we gathered enough strength to get out and dry off before we finally went back to the bedroom and crashed down upon the bed. We snuggled under the sheets and entwined our bodies together, holding each other until we both fell blissfully asleep.

Sunday morning

I woke up early the next morning with a quite pleasurable sensation. When I came to my full senses, and realized that I was still in bed with Diana, a smile came upon my face. I opened my eyes and peeked, and saw that Diana’s head has on my chest with her own eyes closed. I then realized that the wonderful sensation I was feeling was Diana’s hand between my legs, stroking and fondling me to hardness.

I pretended I was still asleep while she was groping me, enjoying her playful stroking. After a few minutes Diana asked me if I was awake yet and I murmured ‘No.’ Then she told me she was ready for a good morning fuck. I told her I needed a little more sleep but the impatient Diana would have none of that.

“I know what you like.” Diana said mischievously. “I’ll get you up.”

My heart started to rush as she started to move her body down under the covers and buried her head in my lap. When she first put me in her mouth, I tensed up and groaned at the exquisite sensation, and my hips arched upwards as she began to use her warm mouth, tongue and lips on my now rigid shaft. I peered down my torso and watched the top of her blonde-haired head bob up and down slowly. I closed my eyes and thought to myself, ‘There’s nothing like a great blowjob first thing in the morning to perk you up.’

Diana took her sweet time pleasuring me, bringing me to the brink of orgasm, and then changing her rhythm to bring me back down again and again until I could barely stand it. She must have felt my tension and desire for release, and she stopped for a moment to tell me that I had better not come in her mouth or she would crush my balls.

I gulped nervously and she continued for awhile longer until she had me pumped, primed and ready. She got up and straddled my waist and reached between her legs to guide my steel pole to her loins. Slowly and meticulously, she impaled herself down on top of me and then began the slow, arduous process of rocking her hips slowly back and forth.

Diana’s rhythm and movement was mind numbing, and I reached up to rub my palms over her hard body as she humped me for nearly twenty minutes. She leaned down enough so that I could take her succulent breasts into my mouth to nibble and suck. Meanwhile, she was doing an incredible thing to my cock with the inner walls of her pussy. She tightened and squeezed inside repeatedly, and milked it for all it was worth. I succumbed to the mind-bending sensation, and her ever-quickening pace until we both climaxed together. Of course, I used my subliminal phrase once again to allow Diana to come as she fucked my brains out. Breathless, Diana fell forward and collapsed on top of me.

After I recovered, I reached for the phone to call room service to order up a nice big breakfast. We both showered and donned warm terry-cloth robes before the food arrived, and after we ate, we went back to the bedroom for more exercise.

We started out with a sixty-nine position with Diana underneath me. I buried my face between her legs and gripped Diana’s ass cheeks as my hard cock hung down above her face. Diana used her lips to suck me in eagerly, and she hummed and moaned while I pleasured her orally. The sensation on my sensitive member was fantastic. I licked her precious area with passion, making Diana more enthusiastic in her own oral exercises. She slurped and smacked her full lips, taking me deep in her mouth, and using her tongue to slide me in and out as I pumped my hips gently up and down to fuck her warm wet mouth.

After nearly fifteen minutes of this erotic oral play, we changed to positions. I was on top, fit snugly between her legs under the warm covers. As I thrust deep and hard into Diana, she moaned and squirmed under me, grabbing onto the bed posts above her head to brace herself from my forceful thrusts and wrapping her powerful legs around me to force me in deeper and harder.

In the middle of our passionate session, the telephone rang. I noticed the time and realized it was most likely one of the competition coaches calling about a morning session for their body-builder as we had planned earlier in the week. I had to take the call.

I looked down at Diana, who was in ecstasy and groaning loudly, oblivious to the phone rings, I quickly clamped one hand over her mouth to quiet her while I took the call. As I spoke to the coach, I struggled to keep Diana’s muffled cries from being heard. I told the coach, who was staying in the same hotel, that I would be over shortly and hung up.

I turned my attention back to Diana, and I finished her off more quickly than I had hoped. When I got up to get dressed, I told Diana that I would be back shortly. She didn’t want me to go, and teasingly told me that if I left, she would not be there when I got back.

Smiling at her, I said there was only one way to make sure she would not leave. I grabbed some belts out of my travel bag, and once Diana saw what I was about to attempt, her eyes went wide and she ran away laughing. I went after her, and once I cornered her in the main suite, we grappled until I successfully wrestled her down after a Herculean effort.

While I pinned her down, I grabbed her wrists and ankles one by one until I had them all bound together behind her back. Once I was done, I stepped back, breathing hard as I admired my handiwork. Diana’s body was bowed nicely as she lay nude on her stomach. The belt straps were wrapped in a way that allowed her very little movement, no matter how much she strained and struggled.

When she realized her predicament, she playfully threatened to scream, so I retrieved the belts from the terry cloth robes and used one to stuff her mouth, successfully gagging her. I then used the other to cover and hold the first in place and tied it off in neatly the back.

Diana glared at me and continued to struggle. I smiled back at her, gave her a playful slap on the rump, and assured her I would be back in a half-hour. I couldn’t help but tease her by saying that if the maid came in, to try and act normal. I laughed when her eyes went wide at the realization that someone might come while I was gone and find her this way. She let out muffled pleas of “Mmmmmph! Ummmmph!” as I walked toward the door.

Once I left Diana alone, trussed up like a delicious holiday ham, I closed and locked the door behind me and made sure to place the ‘Do not disturb’ sign on the door. Of course, I knew there would be hell to pay once I got back.

My session with the female body-builder lasted about forty-five minutes, and when I rushed back to my hotel room, Diana was livid. I thought this was the opportune time to reverse all of the hypnotic suggestions that I used on her the day before.

Before I removed the terry cloth gag, I made Diana promise not to scream. When she nodded ‘yes’ I removed it from her mouth and she began cursing me vehemently. She was only half-serious, as much as I could tell, and I tried to calm her down by reaching between her legs and giving her private area a gentle caress.

“If I untie you, will you be nice?” I asked. Diana grumbled at first, but she finally relented, knowing there was no way she was going to get free on her own.

I loosened all the belts and freed Diana, and then braced myself for what I was sure was going to be a wicked strike of retaliation. Luckily, all I got for my troubles was a terrible blow to my solar plexus, which I wasn’t expecting. The force bent me over, and I strained to get back the air which was suddenly absent from my lungs. Luckily, my stomach muscles are rather thick, or else Diana would surely have ruptured some internal organs.

I deserved it of course, and when I recovered, I apologized profusely as Diana started getting dressed. She was almost to the point of giving in to my profuse apologies when she noticed her shredded camisole and nearly blew up again.

Quickly, I offered a fresh v-neck sweater from my suitcase, my best cashmere, and Diana eyed it angrily before she finally grabbed it and slipped it over her beautiful torso. Once she had it on and looked at herself in the mirror, she rather liked it

I noticed it matched the rest of her outfit and complimented Diana, trying anything to get back in her good graces. Finally, she gave me that pretty smile and stroked my cheek lovingly. I embraced her and gave her a passionate kiss.

Diana broke the kiss when she informed me that she needed to use the toilet desperately. Before she ran out of the room, I asked her if she wanted some juice or something to drink and she said ‘Yes.’ So, I took the opportunity to place another dose of the hypnotic drug in her glass while she was gone, and when she returned, she drank it up quickly.

Once she was done, she gave me a look that let me know she was feeling frisky again. It would take the drug at least thirty minutes to take effect, so I thought to myself, ‘Why not have one more go at it?’

We happened to be standing near a large table, so I embraced Diana, reaching around to grab her tight ass. While he kissed, I pulled her skirt up to get a better grip of her derriere and lifted her up and placed her on the edge of the table. I was rock hard in my trousers and we both fumbled to open my pants to get my erection out. Once successful, Diana deftly slipped aside her panties to allow my penetration into her wet orifice. After a few more seconds of getting nice and comfortable, we began fucking each other on the table.

She wrapped those fabulous legs around me again and leaned back on her hands to squeeze me in a potentially deadly scissors-lock as I grunted and groaned between her thighs. My hips thrust back and forth like a piston as Diana met me with forward thrusts of her own. Since this was probably the last time we would do this, I used every ounce of my passion and strength to give Diana the ride of her life. Unfortunately, she would not remember any of it after I reversed the hypnotic suggestions.

We grunted and gasped for the entire thirty minutes, until I unleashed one last desperate series of thrusts to make her come once more. My orgasm was the most intense yet, and I was still pumping even after I spilled the last of my load inside her. I didn’t have to worry about Diana getting pregnant, since my vasectomy had taken place years earlier.

After our last mutual climax, Diana nodded off once more, slowly dropping back until she was flat on the table. I pulled out my ultra-sensitive member tenderly from her loins and ran to get a damp cloth to clean her up as best I could. I gave her tender pussy one last kiss and adjusted her panties back to their original state. Then I leaned close to Diana and began the process of implanting mental suggestions while she was in her hypnotic state.

When Diana woke up, all she could remember was that we spent the previous evening eating, drinking champagne and talking until the time flew by, and I would not allow her to go home in her inebriated state. So, I invited her to spend the night while I slept on the couch. As for her camisole, it was torn in an innocent wrestling match the night before, which would also explain her new sweater as well as all the slight bruises and sore, tired muscles. In all, what Diana understood was that a little too much champagne had obscured much of her memory of the previous night.

All at once, Diana remembered her boyfriend Roger, and apologized for having to run off and leave so suddenly. I told her I understood completely and that I had a wonderful time with her. I told Diana that if she were ever in the States, to give me a ring and I would show her true American hospitality.

We exchanged business cards while I walked her down to the lobby of the hotel, and once there, I told the concierge to call Diana a car and driver and charge it to my room. While we waited on the sidewalk for her ride, I wished good luck with Roger and said he was a very lucky man. I suggested she have a nice love making session with him. Men will forgive women of just about anything if the woman fucks his brains out. She laughed and finally admitted that there was no boyfriend named Roger. Roger was her dog. She used this just as an excuse to keep me at a distance in case things got out of hand.

I was stunned at first, and then I had to smile and shake my head. This woman was something else. The car finally pulled up, I told her she was incredible, and we exchanged hugs. Diana gave me a nice kiss on the cheek before she climbed in the car and drove away. A light mist was falling on the city streets and I felt sort of sad when the car disappeared in the traffic. I knew I would never meet anyone so unique again in my life.

Now back on my plane as it approaches the final landing, I feel deep regret over what I had done to poor Diana. I vow to myself never to use my techniques in such a way ever again. If she ever found out what I had done, I wouldn’t blame her for coming after me for revenge. I thought long and hard about it on the drive home.

Once back in my house, I fired up my computer. For some reason that I can’t fathom, I took out Diana’s business card, looked up her e-mail address and typed up a new message. I hesitated before I attached these memoirs I wrote on the plane.

I took a deep breath and held it before I pressed ‘send’.