Laura, Girl Hypnotist, Part 2: Brainwashed
Clark looked in the rear view mirror of his car, and immediately went into a light trance when he found his eyes focused on the mark of the deep red lipstick stain Laura’s sweet mouth had left on his lips. His hypnotist had tried to wipe his mouth clean of her lip color, but the old-fashioned nature of her lipstick was that of a high stain variety, and evidence of her kisses remained there, much to Clark’s dissatisfaction. Clark’s reentering trance was due to his reflexive hypnotic memory being reactivated as to just exactly how her lip print had got there on his mouth, namely; placed there by way of her hypnotic kiss. She had left him with very little memory of what had actually happened between them, but her incredibly powerful and sexy kiss was the culprit responsible for his instant mind fog and confusion, and now; his arousal. His cock reflexively throbbed as his waking dream of what it was like to kiss the beautiful mouth of the woman he had just been intimate with played in his head.
He dreamily wondered why his memories of her kisses seemed so clouded, yet the feeling behind those fragmented memories was so incredibly strong. He grabbed a tissue from the box of them on the seat next to him and nervously tried to wipe Laura’s red lipstick from his mouth, to little avail. This was something he would have previously found to be an extremely embarrassing and sexually uncomfortable situation, but which he now also couldn’t help but find to be strangely erotic. Simply looking at the evidence of her kisses left him dazed and half entranced once again, as he dimly realized that he was drifting off into a daze, and wondered to himself why he felt so strange. Little did he know that the residual effects of the drugs she had used on him were still keeping him sedated—and vulnerable to her hypnosis—along with an overall “softening” of his mind, caused by the deep and repeated hypnotic state(s) she had just been placing him in and out of.
Clark noticed he could smell her perfume’s scent on the tissue he had just tried to wipe his mouth clean with, and lapsed back into trance, so powerful were her powers over him now! Clark’s hand instinctively found his lap, and massaged his awakening cock for a moment before he shook his head and became aware of what he had just caught himself doing, right there in her driveway, of all places. What was this spell she had cast over him, he wondered, then forgot to think about it anymore—just as she had programmed him hypnotically to do: to be unable to think or worry about anything that she had done to him. After a few moments, his head cleared, and he drove off to his apartment. He tucked the lipsticked and perfumed tissue in his pocket to masturbate to later. He couldn’t help himself. It (now) turned him on that much.
Inside, Laura was cleaning up the mess the couple’s sexcapades had made of the couch. Clark’s semen had changed viscosity with time from the globs of hot, man-fragrant gel it had been while stuck to her arm, to the runny liquid it was currently. It now ran down from her forearm to her fingers, and then dripped from her long, red nails onto the couch cushion as she struggled to find a way to clean up the evidence of their activities together. Laura blushed to see that the cushion already sported a large wet spot from her own waterfall of love juices, so a little man-cum didn’t make that much of a difference.
The hypnotic, and newly minted, young witch wiped the semen from her arm and her hand with a damp towel, but the wet spot on the cushion could not be cleaned, so she simply flipped it over for the time being to hide it from sight. Laura had liberated an extremely powerful hypnotic from her father’s drug cabinet, known as Methohexital (or methohexitone, marketed under the brand names Brevital and Brietal), and a prepackaged syringe with which to administer it. Her next session with her newly acquired prey, now that his susceptibility to her charms was assured, was going to be a long and especially deep one—mind-alteringly powerful. Brainwashing.
He didn’t get off on hypnotic submission to her—yet. He was going to be taught to, though, and very soon!
She was going to condition him to have the same fetish for lipstick that she did, and she had him well on his way to that goal already. The two were intertwined, hypnosis and her lipstick fetish, thanks to her use of her mouth to condition him to go into trance for her whenever she wished it. She longed for absolute and complete control over this man, and she was certain now that she had just what she needed to get it. She smiled, and femininely toyed with the little vial of extremely potent sedative with her red-painted fingertips. Her long, perfectly manicured nails were always in a shade of red to match her lips, and looked devilishly glamorous and supremely naughty as they played with the little vial of the drug that would make him hers.
That is; just as soon as she could make the opportunity happen to use it on him.
It wasn’t that Laura didn’t want a normal relationship with a man, but Clark was a special project to her. Not only did he turn her on as a male of the species, sexually, but he came from a lot of money, making him infinitely desirable for her if she could fully control him. She needed to make herself his all, his everything, and make him unable to resist any of her wishes. Ever. Now that she had him falling in love with her, she knew she was halfway home. The young hypnotist was well aware that he would still needing constant reinforcement of her hypnotic spell over him to make it permanent, and she looked forward to that!
The other part of the equation, though, was her fantasy desires. She wanted more than anything to be able to sexually and completely enslave a man to her will. This was her fantasy. She wanted him to be mindlessly obedient and helpless to resist anything that she wanted of him, just like Cassandra Collins had done to her man, Tony. It was more than just making him want to continually gift her with things, but also performing in bed for her exactly as she desired for a man to behave for her. He would become her very own personal sex toy, performing for her on demand. She didn’t mind that this amounted to rape—and that concept actually turned her on. A complete reversal of the male-female dominance aspect of a relationship only seemed fair to Laura.
It seemed natural to her that a woman should be able to cast a spell like that over a man any time she chose to, and that femininity trumped masculinity any time. She had become Cassandra, a woman whose powers of witchcraft and hypnosis she greatly envied and admired, even if she was only a television show entity. Laura had even one-upped Cassandra in just how far she was willing to go with the taking of a love object against his will, via her expert use of drugs to ensnare and control the responses of her prey to her. Making Clark fall in love with her was just the beginning, having copied Cassandra’s use of the hypnotically induced love spell that she used on Tony Peterson. It was going to take a lot more hypnotic reinforcement, as well as stepping up the methods of enslavement she had made use of so far, to completely own her man.
Since psycho surgery was out of the question (she half-joked to herself!), deeper exploration into using drug-induced hypnosis was in the cards for her new boyfriend.
The next day found Laura making yet another phone call to summon Clark to her, and the setting up of a play date for that very afternoon. That meant that another set of preparations for a hypnotic session would have to be made quickly. This time, Laura knew exactly what she was going to do to him. She set the syringe and drug vial she was going to need on the instrument tray attached to the dentist’s chair in her father’s home office. She also placed the Dana brand lipstick—this time it was a shade called “Kyoto Red”—on the tray. It was part of her scheme to fascinate him with it, and induce a fetish for it in him.
The atomizer of her heavily drugged perfume was also was positioned in advance, on the end table in the living room. That was where she could use it on Clark to get him drug-entranced and deeply disoriented, and then escort him into the doctor’s office part of the house, for deeper conditioning.
She very deliberately placed her chock-full-of-toys cosmetics clutch there on the end table, as well, as part of her planned ultra-feminine assault on his senses. It was a cute, feminine little bag that set a nice presentation for her new boyfriend: a woman’s “girl kit”, on the ready. Something a curious man might hope to get to watch a woman employ.
Laura lovingly did her makeup as she had the day before, but this time only did a light coat of the jet black mascara, and an uncharacteristically light application on her lips of one of her two favorite (and sexiest!) lipsticks. She chose a very bright shade of red that was called “Kyoto Red”, and was a newer formulation than her “Bermuda Red” lipstick had been from the day before. It was not nearly as drastically high-staining as the former shade was. It would be easier for her to remove her kisses from his mouth this time (in addition to her own smearing) if she wore this one, she decided, pragmatically.
Repeating its application after blotting her lips with tissue would still stain her lips enough so that they would stay red for quite a while during heavy petting, which was something that was very important to her. She was doing her face in this way to make Clark learn to really appreciate a woman in makeup—her intent being to create in him a brand-new fetish that she could use on him and have him explore it with her. “Hmmm, that would be nice.", she thought, devilishly. To do that, she planned on making a sexy show of applying the finishing touches in front of him while he was made hypnotically receptive to any and all of her suggestions. Her powerful hypnosis of him would insure he was infinitely vulnerable to all the suggestions she planned to give him on this special intimate encounter she had planned.
Clark was right on time, and his heart was pounding for reasons he only barely understood, on a conscious level, as he rang the doorbell at Laura’s door. Laura showed him in, and she casually wondered if he might be missing her much more dramatic look from their previous date. Her bright, somewhat fresh-faced look now, quickly disarmed her gentleman caller. He wouldn’t have to miss her previous style for long, she thought, as she deliberately let her hips sway in the tight, form fitting skirt she wore while leading him to his designated seat. She was certain that his eyes were locked onto her shapely behind. They were—and her sexy red high heel pumps were not lost on him, either, as she did her heel-to-toe model’s walk to the couch to accentuate her hip action. Soon, she would employ her other female accouterments that would insure his unwavering attention to everything about her that she desired (and needed) him to notice and fixate on. She needed to fascinate him in the deepest way possible that a woman can fascinate a man for the scenario she had scripted to use on him to work as planned.
Small talk quickly led to Laura’s falsely announcing she was “sorry” she didn’t have her makeup finished yet, and she reached for her plump, colorful “girl kit” on the end table, knowing this feminine behavior would fascinate him, sexually, and at some level—like she found it did to all men. It was going to do that, and then some, when she was finished with him! She unzipped the pretty little pouch that was brimming with her beauty essentials, and removed her tube of blackest mascara. Unscrewing the wand from the tube, she pumped it daintily up and down in the cosmetic cylinder a couple times before it made a sexy sounding pop sound as she pulled it free of the cylinder’s tight aperture and into Clark’s view.
Laura handed Clark her compact, which he somewhat reluctantly and nervously accepted, and asked him to hold it open and pointed at her, so she could use the mirror to see her eyes. Knowing this would begin triggering—and arousing—him, she moved her face in as close to his as she could, and tilted her head back while parting her modestly stained lips, mascara wand at the ready. She needed to position her face as close as she could to his in order to use her big, beautiful eyes to begin his induction, and this ploy did the trick.
“Maybe you should watch me put this on so you can see just exactly what it is that we girls go through to look pretty for you boys”, she said, between brush flicks, just to get him to narrow his focus to her eyes. Laura then flirted a little while she femininely flicked the wand over her already perfectly done lashes a few more times, freshened the wand a couple of times, and then looked up into Clark’s rapidly glazing-over eyes. “Look at my eyes, Clark, and tell me if you like how I’ve done them for you.” she said, knowing exactly how femininely beautiful and captivating her eyes already were in smokey eye shadow and dark eyeliner.
The beautiful witch enjoyed applying makeup—especially in front of an admiring man—as much as she did wearing it, and couldn’t help but smile as she slowly stroked the wand’s contents onto her lush eyelashes one last time. Then she paused, while holding the brush skyward in a girlish pose, and gazed deliberately and very deeply into his eyes. Clark looked into her colorful hazel eyes, which were delightfully veiled by the freshly touched up lashes, and felt a familiar feeling of longing combined with a complete relaxation (blanking) of his mind begin to overtake him. He felt all his thoughts seem to just escape his grasp as he lost himself in those huge, captivating eyes of hers.
Laura had begun to cast her tender spell, using the same technique as was Cassandra Collins’: a ploy to get him to look deeply into her eyes. Laura’s heart skipped a beat with the excitement she felt in capturing her prey in such a devious—and supremely sexy—manner.
Laura knew that it was time to begin to cast her spell in earnest, noting the substantial degree of relaxation that had come over her man’s face, and adjusted her voice’s tone to a sexy near-whisper. It was time to get down to business.
“That’s it, my dear, sweet boy: look deeper. I need to see what effect my makeup is having on you, so, Clark dear, you simply must look deeper into my eyes. Stare as deeply as you can into my eyes and don’t look away. You can’t look away. I’ve painted my eyes especially to catch and hold your attention. Stare deep and tell me what you see.” Laura hoped he would say he saw a man that would turn out to be him, as Tony had seen in Cassandra’s eyes when she first hypnotized him using the reflection of the lighter’s flame in her eyes to fascinate him. That was partially her use of witchcraft, but after that Cassandra was able to take full control of Tony by using her surreally beautiful eyes to fully and completely hypnotize him to do her bidding. That scene had made Laura very wet, and she wished to recreate it now.
Clark didn’t say that, and Laura was momentarily taken aback that she couldn’t continue the Dark Shadows show’s original script on him as her own. It was just so sexy, she thought, but she was not at a loss for other ways to cast her very own unique spell on him. For his part, Clark just looked dazed and mouthed the word “beautiful” softly to her, as if in a dream, before Laura continued to improvise and deepen his trance expertly.
“Look deeper, Clark. Deeper.” she intoned, an adrenaline anxiousness in her voice that made her commands seem even that much more urgent for him to obey. Her tone also had the effect of making her sound a little threatening in the unlikely event that he failed to obey her forcefully spoken words as she was now nearly demanding of him.
“That’s it. You must clear your mind of all thoughts other than the ones that I give you. Let my voice be your mind’s thoughts. You have no thoughts of your own now, there is just me and my voice, my eyes in your mind.” Laura stroked Clark’s forehead with her fingertips, bright red nails tracing his brow line, all the while telling him to forget, to have his mind empty of all other thoughts, and to listen only to her voice. This was another technique for a woman to be able to clear a man’s mind—and against his will—that she had learned from Cassandra’s style. This worked its magic, just like it did for Cassandra. Her feminine soft strokes on Clark’s brow had effectively erased what few thoughts he had, but for the ones she was now giving him, and all of those were thoughts of sleep and of going deeper into trance for her.
Laura saw his face relax, and smiled a woman’s knowing smile, before continuing her induction and the deepening of his trance, and continuing to softly stroke his face with her fingers.
He had lost the battle with her will without even putting up a fight. Something in Clark’s mind told him something was wrong, though; that he was losing control of himself. He was momentarily startled, and the young witch-girl saw it and reacted instantly as he tried to look away from her eyes. “No, no; you mustn’t look away. You can’t look away!", she said, putting her hand on his chin and realigning his face gently but firmly towards hers. “I told you that you simply have to look at me! You must not resist—you cannot. You can only do as I say , as my lovely voice commands, and it is time for you to sleep again for your beautiful Laura—and to fall deeper in love with me!”, she firmly instructed him. With that, she gently pushed his hand aside and let her powder compact fall gently on the couch.
She leaned in and kissed his mouth before he could protest, gently at first, but with increasing energy as she cast her most powerful love and hypnosis spell on him.
Her kiss, alone, was enough to hypnotize him, and it served to send him deeply back into the trance he had just fought with the last of his self will to escape from. It acted to deepen that trance tremendously, while implanting feelings of love in his heart for her that he could not resist—and blind obedience to that sweet voice. She only broke off the kiss once she was certain she had him under her hypnotic spell again, and instructed the hypnotized man continue to look deeply into her eyes, proceeding to deepen his trance yet even more before picking up the perfume atomizer and directing the nozzle toward her hair.
It was time to drug him!
Spraying into her hair a healthy dose of the heavily and powerfully drugged perfume, she asked Clark if he remembered how much he had liked her choice of fragrance the previous day, before pulling his head close so his nose was buried in her soft locks of fragrant hair. Clark instinctively closed his eyes and inhaled deeply her special scent.
“That’s it, my love: breathe deep and go deeper into hypnosis for me”. The drug hit Clark almost immediately, and made his head swim as the beautiful witch continued her induction and deepened his trance still more, all the while her perfume was heavily drugging him once again to near unconsciousness.
Once she had him fully and helplessly entranced, drugged and obedient, she was ready for the final phase of his enslavement. Laura suggested to her hypnotized prey that he was at the doctor’s office, using a carefully devised script to accomplish this, and she checked to insure it was believed by him. When he was convinced he was, indeed, at the doctor’s office for an appointment, she led him to the examination chair in her father’s home dentistry room. Once he was seated, she deepened him some more by using those perfectly made-up eyes of hers as fascination object. This, and all the while hungrily eyeing the pronounced vein in his arm that she would soon be using to introduce her most powerful drug yet into his system.
Her soft hands flirtatiously stroked his arm before she then strapped it down in preparation to give him the injection that would make him forever hers, and hers alone. “Perfect!”, she thought, as she affixed a rubber tourniquet around his bicep and stroked his vein with the pointed, red fingernail on her index finger repeatedly, partly to soothe him, partly because she wanted to touch him, and mainly: to make that throbbing vein more prominent. More deepening followed, along with another deep kiss before she broke it off.
The time to fully brainwash Clark had come.
Laura eyes took in her prey carefully, insuring he was fully under her spell, and then reached for the syringe and vial that would soon cloud his mind totally and make him accept any and all of her suggestions.
This drug would help her deepen his devotion—and need—for her much more permanently and deeply than hypnosis alone could possibly ever do. Laura planned on making this nothing short of a full brainwashing session for her lover. The pretty witch reached for the vial of the powerful sedative/hypnotic, and set it on the tray in front of her. Then she picked up, and quickly unpackaged, the syringe she would need to deliver the drug into her hypnotized man’s arm. Upending the little vial, the young woman inserted the needle into the bottle and filled the syringe with the powerful clear liquid. “Mmmm: my little love drug: it’s just for you, Clark.”, she murmured under her breath before she once again turned her attention to his now-immobile and vulnerable arm.
“Clark, look at me… into my eyes, and sleep deeper. That’s my boy: deeper! I’m going to give you an injection now, and you’ll not resist me in any way. You don’t want to resist me. You can’t resist me. This is perfectly normal for your visit here today at the doctor’s office and you will allow me to give it to you. I don’t want you to ever try to resist me in any way. You trust me completely. I want you to look into my eyes now, and I want you to keep your eyes open and looking into mine for as long as you can, because this is going to make you feel a little dizzy. This injection is going to make you want to close your eyes, but I want you to keep them wide open for me, and looking deeply into mine.”
Laura cleared the air from the syringe with the plunger, squirting some of the drug in a fine stream into the air, and then expertly inserted it into her subject’s arm. Laura did this in one deliberate motion, at a low angle into the vein she had continued stroking with her fingernail to soothe and relax him further—and keep that vein easy to get her needle into. She expertly slipped the needle into his arm and up into the vein on the first try, then taped the syringe to Clark’s arm while playing “nurse” while continuously insuring that his eyes stayed focused on hers the entire time. Clark could only think how pretty her face looked as she gave him the injection that would empty his mind and make him infinitely receptive to all the suggestions she had planned for him to accept.
Pressing down gradually on the plunger, she began administering the drug to her “patient”, and monitored his eyes for the progress the drug was making on his mind as she gradually and incrementally increased the dose, depressing the plunger more and more. When his eyes glazed over and his eyelids fluttered, Laura softly cooed encouragement for him to continue to keep his eyes on hers, gleefully watching as he entered a deep waking sleep for her. The pretty girl continually taunted him to try to fight the effects of the drug, and whenever he seemed to be successfully resisting it, she would only inject him with that much more of the irresistibly powerful drug. She did this while continuing to coo words of encouragement to him to keep his eyes open until she got the effect she was looking for. He was now barely, just barely, able to focus his glassy eyes at all on her commanding, sharply clear ones.
Laura wanted him as much under the influence of the sedative/hypnotic as possible, taking him to the very brink of unconsciousness in doing so. Cool fingers traced down his arm to his wrist, where expert fingers took his pulse. She let her hands play on either side of his face, stroking it, admiring her handiwork as she guided his eyes up into hers and continually half-whispered words of sleep and obedience with her sweetest voice to him. She had him, and it was time to program him the way she had wanted to, from the first time that she had begun his hypnotic conditioning. The pretty nurse could see her patient was struggling not to let his eyes roll back in his head, and so she knew he was in the highly vulnerable state of mind that she wanted him in, and ceased depressing the plunger on the syringe.
Laura smiled as she picked up the gold metal lipstick tube she had placed on the tray earlier, in preparation for this moment. She admiringly looked at her little woman’s weapon of choice, and removed the cap on it with a pop!. Swiveling up the business end of the teasing, pleasing stick of color, she instructed Clark to look at it. She seductively waved it in front of his face while telling him that any time that she displayed this lipstick in the future, his eyes would be riveted to it, and he would go into a hypnotic trance and listen to her voice very carefully and follow all of the suggestions she made to him without hesitation or thought. Then she brought it to her lips and began to paint them seductively in a very beautiful bright red, while telling Clark that he could not look away, and that any time she painted her mouth he would be irresistibly preoccupied with the act, and sent deeper into trance as he watched her paint her lips for him. She instructed him additionally that he would actually now desire for her to entrance him, and that he would go ever deeper down with every time she chose to let him watch her do her lovely mouth. Just to insure his new fetish would take full hold of him, she told him that he would be very sexually aroused by the act, and that it would make him hard just watching her apply her lipstick in the future.
Laura enjoyed finally getting to paint her mouth the way she really liked to, namely; with lots of lipstick—and with no blotting of it to mute any of the effect of the powerful shade of red. This, and all the while using it to hypnotize Clark ever deeper, as she painted her lips to distraction—his and her. She juiced copiously as she wove her feminine spell around him and could no longer resist not touching herself. Her fingers found her copiously juicing pussy as she finished painting her lips, and her eyes briefly left his to close with the joy she was feeling at all of this.
After applying her favorite lipstick a little extra heavy so that she could really feel, and take her comfort in, the lip-stickiness of it on her lips, and with Clark hypnotized and gazing at her mouth the entire time, she carefully set the tube back down on the tray and told Clark that she was now going to kiss him. Clark’s face betrayed a slight look of heightened awareness, a reflex of his previous fears of getting a woman’s lipstick on his mouth. Laura saw his reaction, and she wasted no time in closing the loop on her spell before he lost his depth of trance. Immediately, she reached over with her pretty fingers and pressed the plunger of the syringe down a little more to more effectively medicate her subject back to the deep level of drug induced hypnosis that she needed him to be in. Then she leaned in and firmly placed her lips against his, giving him the hypnotic trigger to go deeper that she had placed in his mind earlier. The kiss proved, again, to be a potent hypnotic trigger, and it was effective in driving him deeper into trance and increasing his love for her with every time that she used her pretty mouth on him in this fashion.
This was now also a training session, to teach him not to be afraid to kiss her deeply on those forever-red lips of hers whenever she wished him to. She needed him to do this, and do it without hesitation, without thought or resistance, and whenever she wanted him to, in order to make her control of him complete. Laura’s perfumed (and drug-laden!) hair spilled about Clark’s face as she used her hypnotic kiss on him again: a kiss she deliberately made transfer as much of her lipstick as she possibly could to his defenseless mouth, before whispering “There, there, that wasn’t so bad, now, was it? A woman’s perfumed and colorfully painted lips kissing yours. Sniff my lips: can you smell the perfume? It’s called Tabu, and it is very pretty, don’t you think? How very lovely you find it to be now. Comforting. Sexy. Irresistible. You want to feel my lipstick on your mouth now, don’t you? Yes, you do: because it will mean that you have just gotten to kiss me, something that you want with all of your heart, all the time. You cannot resist my lips. Ever!”
Clark’s hypnotist looked thoughtfully and lovingly at her subject briefly, before picking up her lipstick once again from the medical tray and twirling up its red head into view. “Clark, I’m going to help you now to get over your fear of a woman in lipstick, and make you really appreciate some of the art it is to being a woman. I’m going to teach you to appreciate me. Now, I want you to look at it. See it for how pretty and sexy it really is. Imagine how sexy a woman feels applying it to her lips, just for you, making her lips soft and moist. Colorful. I wear this particular color to make my lips absolutely irresistible to men, to you, and to fill your male minds with thoughts of how delicious they would be to kiss. I want you to no longer fear being kissed by me when I’m wearing it. I want the thought of kissing my red lips to turn you on.”
“Here is how we are going to do this: from now on, whenever you see me with my lipstick in my hand like this, I want you to not be able to stop looking at it. It turns you on, the thought of getting to watch me apply it. You won’t be able to take your eyes off my lipstick, or my lips, as I apply it. If you are a lucky boy, and get to watch me apply it, your mind will go quiet. Soft. Blank. Receptive to my voice and words. My lips will be all you can see, all you can focus on. You will begin to drop into trance, just like the trance that you are in now. Your mind will remain receptive to me and empty of thought as you await my kiss and any instructions I might have for you. My kiss you will accept with all your heart and mind, and it will immediately fill you with thoughts of love for me as it drops you deep into trance. You will always adore and accept my magical kisses, and every time you will drop ever-deeper into hypnotic trance for me when our lips meet. Instead of being afraid of my getting my lipstick on your mouth, you will from this moment on, find it incredibly erotic. It turns you on to be branded as being mine in this fashion. So erotic. So exciting. So hypnotic; the mark of my passion for you. Of your passion for me. Now, tell my that you love me in lipstick, that you find me deliciously erotic and beautiful when I’m wearing it. Tell me how much you want to kiss me right now!”
Clark’s mind had been like a thirsty sponge, and had absorbed all of the ideas and instructions that she had given to him, without question. He was unable to not believe everything and anything that she told him was true. She had succeeded in her plan to shape his mind and, more than that; induce in him a fetishistic attraction to her in the way that she desired him to have it. A passion for her mouth, her kiss, and her hypnotism of him—not that she didn’t plan on drugging him again sometime in the future. He might, after all, need a tuneup. Men were predictably unpredictable in that way, but she looked forward to keeping him reigned in and obedient to her instructions. Clark heard himself telling Laura what she wanted to hear from him; that he loved seeing her wear that devastating shade of red for him, and that it made him long to kiss her, and that her magical kisses would always make him love her more and more with each time their lips would meet. He also told her that he loved being hypnotized by her, and that her kiss would never fail to drop him deep into trance for her.
Hearing that, Laura couldn’t help but to really double down on her playing with herself, so excited that she found herself now that she really had him under her power. She was in preparation for giving him a much larger injection of her powerful sedative/hypnotic drug in order to insure these new feelings of her lover’s would become deep, permanent and genuinely now as if they were his own thoughts. It turned her on like nothing else ever had before, and it was making her positively dizzy with desire. She decided to let him know what was coming next, to prepare him for his total surrender to her.
“Clark, keep looking into my eyes as long as you can while I give you your injection. You are going to feel very, very dizzy, but just go with it. Relax and let the drug take you, my sweet. You are going to fall much more deeply into trance for me now. You cannot resist. You don’t want to resist. Just let it take you and surrender completely to my influence over you.” With that, Laura pressed the plunger on the syringe again, this time depressing it more than she had ever done previously during this session. Laura was nearly panting with arousal as she began drugging him. The beautiful witch-girl was in a highly sexually aroused state of mind now, and wanted to utterly consume this man. Clark’s eyes rolled back in his head as the drug permeated his bloodstream and invaded his mind, and he moaned as he all but blacked out, as its near instantaneous effects took him over the edge of consciousness.
“Yes, that’s it: Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Deeper. Deeper for me. Deeper under my spell; you cannot resist. Dream of how much you simply love kissing me, how much you love going into trance for me, and how much you love me with all your heart. I want you to listen to, and hear my words to you now as your very own thoughts. You are powerless to resist me. You want to let me think for you, and you will accept any suggestions I give you.” The whispering witch then went about more deeply conditioning her prey, repeating her instructions to him, and then began using fractionalization to wake him, only to plunge him back into deep hypnosis with her kiss, over and over again. All the while, she continued to masturbate and revel in her power over this man.
When she was finished, he was programmed in just exactly as she had dreamed of having him, and he was responding to her perfectly and without hesitation, without thought or resistance of any kind. He was entirely obedient to her and of any and all of her instructions to him. While Clark motionlessly sat in the chair and dreamed of her , as she had told him to, Laura left the office and returned to the living room, where she retrieved her powder compact from the couch. She then went about touching up her lovely makeup, removing the lipstick smudges her kisses had caused on her own mouth, saving reapplying her lipstick to do in front of Clark. She eyed, and then picked up, the flagon of drugged perfume and a small bottle of moisturizer from that same clutch, and returned to the office and her helpless man.
“My work on you is not even nearly finished yet, sweetheart.", she cheerfully bragged, confident of her now having complete control over her new, but quite unconscious, boy-toy. Picking up the mini flashlight from the tray, she used her long, cool fingertips to lift open Clark’s eyelids to check his pupil responses to the light. The next thing the young nurse needed to check was his pulse, and slender, soft fingers pressed against his neck as she monitored his heart rate. She smiled, knowing he was fine and coming up to very near consciousness once again. “Not quite yet, my sweet, sweet boy. I need you to continue to sleep for me. I’m need to insure you are completely addicted to me, if you please.” With that, she grinned a very sexy smile.
Laura unzipped Clark’s pants and tugged his already fully-hard cock free. Using a healthy dab of her sweet smelling moisturizer on her palm, she took up his cock and began to stroke it, a look of hunger in her eyes as she did so. “Clark, I need you to remain deeply asleep, but open your eyes and look into mine.” Clark’s eyes opened and immediately found her beautiful eyes waiting for him. “That’s it, my darling; look deep. Deeper. Ever deeper. Get lost in the little flecks of color in my beautiful eyes as they move and dance for you. My eyes fill your mind, and my words are your thoughts. Your only thoughts are my words to you now. Do you remember this fragrance?” Laura brought up the atomizer of perfume and sprayed her captive prey with it, just above his mouth. Clark involuntarily gasped, inhaling the drug deeply.
Laura was of a single purpose now, and that was to finish enslaving this man while she had him with his arm strapped down, and him in the doctor’s chair and helpless. “That’s right, my precious man: inhale deeply. Through your nose, if you please. Nice, deep breaths. That’s it: slow and deeeep. Yes. Go deep for me. Let my sexy special perfume carry your mind away, away to me. Keep looking into my eyes until I tell you otherwise, do you understand, my sweet?” Clark, straining to keep his eyes open, could only utter the word “Yes”. Laura smiled and looked at the syringe taped to her man’s arm, noting that it still had at lease a couple good doses of the sedative in it to go yet.
Laura smiled again, drunk with power. The beautiful nurse leaned in very close to Clark’s face and readied the atomizer to spray under his nose again. “I want you to inhale for me now, deeply, when you feel the mist hit your face.” With that, she pumped another healthy cloud of the drug his way. Clark gasped and inhaled as he was told to. His eyes rolled back in his head, and the pretty seductress had to command him again to keep his fluttering eyelids open. “That’s it: keep your eyes on mine, dear boy, I want to show you something, but first... a kiss. You remember my kiss, don’t you: how it affects you?” Laura continued to vigorously stroke his cock’s entire length while her other hand’s fingertips strummed her clit for a few long moments, but then it was time to kiss him under her power again, but first...
Picking up her lipstick from the tray, she popped the cap and swiveled up her new tool to control her man. “Do you... like this shade?’, she coyly asked while monitoring Clark’s responses very carefully. Laura was delighted to see his eyes unable to look away from her lipstick, and brought it to her lips and slowly applied it. “Remember, you cannot look away, Clark. Isn’t it fascinating to watch a woman put on her lipstick for you? Doesn’t it make you want to drop deep into trance for her? For me? You know you must: you can’t resist. Just like you can’t resist this...” She leaned in and pressed her freshly painted lips against his and kissed him deeply, while trying to keep the smear factor down as much as such a kiss would allow her to. It wasn’t really in her plan to start playing with his cock and kissing him again, but she was so excited that she could feel her juices running down the inside of her thighs. She had to have him. Now.
Breaking the kiss and breathlessly panting with parted lips, the raven haired vixen climbed up on his lap and positioned his cock head with her free hand so that it just barely parted the lips of her sopping wet pussy, pressing its tip against her hyper-sensitive clit. “Look at me. Deeper. Deeper into my eyes. You belong to me. You will cum only when I tell you to. You cannot cum on your own: you need my permission to do that, do you understand?” Clark almost inaudibly moaned that he understood, and Laura continued: " When you cum, I will be kissing you, and you will immediately fall deeper in love with me and deeper into trance. Do you understand me, Clark?” A weak “Yes…” barely escaped the captive man’s lips before the pretty girl with the hot, wet pussy fully lowered herself down on his lap, burying his cock deep inside her.
Laura’s red lips were parted as she breathed through her mouth and rode her man for all she was worth, moaning and grinding her hips down on his lap so that the hypnotized man’s cock could best penetrate her oozing pussy to the fullest extent possible. The only sounds in the small office we’re sex noises coming from Laura’s soaking wet vagina, and the moans of them both as Laura pumped herself up and down on Clark’s hardness. The moment for orgasm came quickly for both of them, and Laura told Clark again that he could cum only when she told him he could. “Remember, my love: deeper in love, deeper in hypnosis when you cum. Deeper in love to me, and deeper under my hypnotic spell!”
With that, the diabolically bold hypnotist grabbed the barrel of the syringe in Clark’s arm and placed her thumb on the plunger. Laura began her orgasm as she depressed the plunger to send her lover to the absolute depths of the trance she had him in. Just the thought of drugging him now sent her over the edge. Grabbing his head with both hands, Laura planted a near-violent kiss on his mouth, no longer worried about smearing her pretty lipstick, as her own breathing came in gasps. As she half-screamed for Clark to “Cum for me NOW!” between passionate kisses, she could smell her perfume on his face. It was still potent enough that she even felt dizzy herself as her fragrance’s hidden sleeping drug hit her, making her orgasm that much more enjoyable. She liked the high it gave her—especially now—and knew that he must be in the same state of mind, times ten, as well.
It was time, and she couldn’t wait to feel him cum inside her. Clark’s grunts signaled his own orgasm, and Laura felt his cock stiffen and seem to get bigger inside her as it throbbed, its swollen head seemingly seeking the center of her being. Laura could feel each throb it made as he ejaculated inside her. The kiss continued as her spell was cast even stronger, and she knew he was now entirely hypnotically bound to her control of him, forever. Laura felt herself spurting her girl-cum from her spasming vagina, spilling her juices all over Clark’s cock, pants and underwear. When the waves of their orgasms finally subsided, she hoped that she hadn’t ruined her father’s chair with their sex juices.
Laura lifted her shapely behind up off of Clark’s cock, and looked down, seeing his still-hard cock flop to one side once it escaped the grip of her pussy lips. “I had so much more work I wanted to do on your lovely mind, my pet, but I just had to fuck you.”, she told him. He was beyond understanding that thought, and only knew that he belonged to her and was under her spell. Laura looked at him before emptying the contents of the syringe into his arm and telling him to sleep for her. Clark totally lost consciousness when the drug hit him, but that was as Laura had intended. She needed time, now, to clean up his lap, his face, and attend to her own needs. The session had been everything that she dreamed of, and the naughty vixen even enjoyed feeling evil and sexy as she pulled the needle from his arm, her lips forming an “O” as she did. Then it was time to try cleaning him up a bit with a damp towel. For her own personal mess, she knew only a bath would do to clean her up properly, but for now tissues had to do the trick. Lots and lots of tissues, she decided.
Laura took several tissues and wiped her pussy lips with them, then used the sexualsecretions on the tissues to swipe the remaining lipstick stain from Clark’s lips as he lay unconscious in the chair. “I hope you don’t mind me doing this, sweetheart, but I simply must have a moist tissue to clean your mouth off, and I just happen to be VERY moist right now.", she said as she took some fresh tissues and repeated the process, letting Clark taste her, and his, still-warm cum in the process.
Laura found that intensely sexy, and loved that she could do anything that she wanted to with him. Dipping her fingers into her still wet sex, she inserted her wet fingertips into Clark’s mouth, using her long red nails to part his lips. “There, there, my sweet. Taste me and dream. Dream of using your mouth on me, just like I am going to dream about using my mouth on you the next chance I get!”. With that, Laura took Clark’s cock and, holding the head of it with the tips of her red painted nails, guided it into her hungry mouth where she gently coaxed the last bit of semen out of the tip of it for her to taste the fruit of her labors. “Mmmm, you’re the one who is supposed to be falling in love with me, but I could really learn to love this.”, she said, after making his cock head pop out of her mouth trailing a little streamer of cum from her lips to its piss slit.
Gentle fingers again took the sleeping man’s pulse at his wrist, and she once again checked his eyes for the signs of his returning consciousness. Deciding it was time to wake and re-hypnotize him to move him back to the couch, Laura quickly perfumed her hair just as he began to awaken, and pulled his face into it to give him a head full of the drug before using her eyes and her kiss on him again. Three pumps of the atomizer prepared her hair for his face, and Clark’s first awareness of where he was got immediately drowned out by the drug’s near instantaneous effects. Laura held his face there to give the drug time to work and take full effect before releasing some of her grip on his face and guiding his eyes back up to hers. “Look at me, Clark. Look into my eyes, as deeply as I am looking into yours. As deeply as you can, and sleep for me. With that, Laura pulled his face to hers and kissed him full on the mouth with her red stained lips , driving the helpless young man deep back into hypnosis and cementing his love for her still further.
After some more deepening exercises, she had the hypnotized man return to the couch and programmed his memories for that which she wanted him to remember. She couldn’t wait until their next session, and imagined it even as she put him into a deep sleep to give all the drugs she had given him more time to wear off. “Next time will be even better!”, the shameless hypnotist said to the sleeping man. “I have plans for you…”, she said, stroking his face with her long, red nails and alternately murmuring words of peace and sleep to him. Laura imagined just what those plans might consist of, and smiled devilishly like the pretty little witch that she had become.
Sleep, my love, sleep. Tomorrow, when I summon you, you will come to me. You must never try to resist my call. You will come, and you will always think about me, desire me, and dream of being with me when we are not together. When I call, you will come, and you will find me: waiting for you.