"You believe in this stuff?"

Sue's expression matched the disbelief in her voice. She stood in front of my bookshelf, holding one book as if it might have some strange disease. The evening wasn't starting out like I'd hoped.

"I believe in a lot of things. What in particular are you talking about?"

She held it up so I could see the cover. It was a recently-purchased book about post-hypnotic suggestion. I took it from her and nodded.

"Yes, I do believe in this stuff, as you call it. Haven't you ever been hypnotized?"

She snorted. No one had ever snorted at me before, much less a woman I'd only known and worked with for two months. This was her first time at my place, and to my dismay, I was getting the feeling it would be her last.

It was odd, though. At work she was always friendly. In fact, at times I thought she was a bit more than friendly. The past few weeks, I'd begun to wonder if we might truly become more than friends. The way she smiled when we talked, the way I noticed her eyes lingering on me for those extra few seconds. Were her appetites the same as mine? I'd invited her over in the hope of finding out, but she was acting very differently now.

"I'll take that as a no," I commented, replacing the book. "I have, quite a few times. I'm a good hypnotist, too," I added, just to see what her reaction would be.

She snorted again. Sue was getting no points so far. But now that I was thinking about hypnosis, I realized I may well be able to get the evening back on track.

"You don't believe you can be hypnotized?"

"I don't believe ANYONE can be hypnotized!" she shot back. "It's just acting. They want to do it so they do. They think they should so they do. It's not like they HAVE to or anything. They just want to."

I nodded. "They want to. Exactly."

That threw her. The look on her face was priceless. The last thing she expected was for me to agree with her. "Huh?"

When faced with the unexpected, she froze up. Interesting. I, on the other hand was still thinking quickly.

"Tell you what. Let me hypnotize you, just once. Give me one hour. If you don't believe you've been in a trance after that hour, I'll buy your lunch at work for the next month." As if I'd need an hour, I thought, feeling a little tingle all over. Inside and outside.

She blinked, and was silent for a moment, before asking, "A whole month?"

"Yup." That was the foremost question on her mind? Maybe I'd been very wrong about her.

A few more seconds and she nodded. "You're on. You can try for one hour, then you buy my lunch for a month."

"Deal." And we shook hands on it. Then, of course, what I'd have thought was the obvious question came to her.

"Wait a minute - what if you do hypnotize me?"

"So you believe I can now?"

Another puzzled look. This girl was a whiz with a computer, but was at a loss when taken aback. Interesting.

"Oh... um, no, I don't. OK, one hour, then lunch for a month. My choice, right, not tacos all month or something?"

"Your choice," I assured her.

"OK. Give it your best shot, then. One hour from" - she looked at her watch - "now." I automatically looked at my watch as well. Eight twenty. Plenty of time.

"The first thing I want you to do is stand up straight." That threw her too. She'd probably been imagining people sprawled in recliners or something. That puzzled look returned as she straightened.

"Good. Now I want you to keep your eyes open, no matter what. Keep them open, it doesn't matter what you look at, just keep them open."

The puzzled look became a frown. This wasn't at all like she'd expected. "But..."

"No, don't say anything. Don't say anything, don't do anything. You don't even have to listen closely to the sound of my voice. You don't have to focus your eyes on something. Just stand still and keep your eyes open. That's all you have to do. I'll do everything else. I will continue to speak, but you do not have to listen closely to the sound of my voice. You will stand very still, keeping your eyes open."

Her eyes were darting around the room. Every time she looked in my direction, she'd avert her gaze very fast. Maybe she was afraid of falling deep into my eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, and I noticed goose-bumps on her arms.

"Standing quietly, eyes open, listening while the sound of my voice floats through the room. You do not have to try to listen closely to every word I say to you. You do not have to focus your eyes on any one thing. Just standing quietly, eyes open, listening to my voice, or whatever you want to listen to. You may find yourself listening to another sound, a sound other than the sound of my voice. That's fine, you can listen to that sound while the sound of my voice floats through the room, floating gently and easily as you stand quietly with your eyes open."

"As you stand quietly, you will begin to notice that the sound of my voice is always there, always there, even when you listen to some sound other than the sound of my voice. The sound of my voice is always there for you to listen to if you want to listen to the sound of my voice. My voice floats easily, effortlessly, through the room as you listen."

"Standing quietly, eyes open, listening, and now, feeling your breathing. Follow your breathing, whether it is shallow... or deep... and regular... shallow... or deep... and regular... Follow your breathing as you stand quietly with your eyes open, listening."

She was staring at something on the wall now, the glow fading from her cheeks,

"Follow your breath in through your nostrils, down into your lungs, and back out through your nostrils. Follow it, do not change it, don't do anything to your breathing. Your breathing may already be slow... deep... gentle... regular... as you follow it... down... down... into your lungs... and back out... through your nostrils... As you stand quietly with your eyes open, listening, breathing."

She stood very still, gazing raptly at the wall. Her breathing was indeed more regular by this time.

"Listening to the sound of my voice... or not... listening... to the sound of my voice. Eyelids open... they've been open for so long, you may find they are becoming heavy, heavy, your eyelids may become so heavy as you stand quietly, eyelids heavy, listening, breathing, relaxing. It feels so good to not have to do anything at all. Standing, breathing, listening, all these things are automatic. There is nothing at all for you to do right now. Everything will take care of itself. Just let it happen. You may find your eyelids growing even heavier now as you enjoy doing absolutely nothing at all. Nothing to do, nothing to think, as you stand quietly, listening, breathing, relaxing. Relaxing. Relaxing."

Her eyes were half closed already. I don't think she was even aware of it. Her head was tipped a few degrees to one side, and a few more forward. Her mouth hung open - How I love that vacant look!

"Eyelids so heavy now, so very heavy, it would feel so good to just let them close, just let them close, but you don't have to if you don't want to. You don't have to close your tired, heavy eyelids and relax even deeper, your breathing drawing deep relaxation deep down into your lungs, filling your body like my voice fills the room. You can keep your tired, heavy eyes open if you want to. Or you can close them and relax, relax, relax even deeper."

They closed. Not that I expected anything else.

"Standing quietly, so relaxed, listening to the sound of my voice, allowing each breath to relax you even deeper and deeper and deeper... It feels so good to let it happen automatically, you don't have to do anything at all except listen. Listen to the sound of my voice and relax deeper and deeper and deeper."

Her head fell down onto her chest.

I checked my watch again. Elapsed time - seven minutes.

"And so, Sue, now you know how good it feels... to act like... you are in a deep... deep... hypnotic trance. It feels so good... acting as if... you are... relaxing... deeper and deeper... listening only to the sound of my voice... Acting as if... you want to be a very good actor... You want to be a very good actor... Acting out my suggestions effortlessly. You don't even have to think about what I say to you. You don't have to think, you don't have to do anything but act out what I say. And now... allow yourself to act as if... you are relaxing... more and more completely... every muscle and nerve in your body letting go... becoming limp.... loose... so very, very relaxed. Acting... limp... loose... relaxed. Relaxed. Acting as if... you are deeply hypnotized."

She was swaying back and forth as her muscles went slack. Time to make her more comfortable before she fell over.

"For your next acting scene, Sue, you will need to sit down. I will help you, I will guide you, down, down, into a nice comfortable, relaxing chair." I gently aimed her flaccid body to the nearest chair and helped her melt into it. "And as you sink down, as you sink down, down, down into this nice, relaxing chair, you realize that you can act like you're relaxing even more completely. Your body becomes even more loose, limp, and relaxed, as you sink deeper and deeper into the role of a woman in a deep hypnotic trance. A very deep, very comfortable, very pleasant, hypnotic trance. Imagine yourself going deeper even as I speak to you. Get totally into the role of a woman in a deep trance, imagining yourself sinking deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper...."

I let my voice trail away and just watched her for a moment. She was motionless, breathing slowly and regularly, looking as if she'd been poured into the chair. Time to try something.

"And now, Sue, for your next act, I am going to raise your right arm up in the air. When I let go, your arm will remain there, hovering in mid-air, easily, effortlessly, acting as if it is as light as a feather, light as a feather, drifting, floating, light as a feather." As I spoke, her right hand twitched. This was good. She already felt it. Very gently, I lifted her wrist. I only got about three inches before her arm was moving all by itself. I let go and watched with a smile as her arm rose straight up and stayed there, floating above her head.

"Very good, Sue, very good, and now you can imagine yourself sinking even deeper, deeper and deeper. The deeper you imagine yourself sinking, the better you will be acting out the part of a hypnotized woman. Deeper and deeper, acting out your part more easily and effortlessly, with no need to think, no need to do anything except act out what I say to you. Deeper and deeper."

She was gone. Her mouth hung open, her arm hung above her, and it appeared as if every muscle in her body had turned into Jello. I had to stop for a moment, basking in the glorious sight and trying to calm myself down. I didn't want to tip my hand yet, but I was getting so hot it was hard to keep from giving her more... explicit... suggestions. No. Better to wait. Get her deeper, get her wanting it. Then - get her.

For maybe fifteen minutes I toyed with her, coaxing her other arm up into the air as well. I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning, and I noticed I was squeezing my thighs tight. I took her deeper, I hammered the thought of acting hypnotized into her hyper-accepting mind. Act hypnotized. Act as if you're going deeper. Act as if it feels so very, very good to be so deeply hypnotized. So deeply hypnotized. So deeply hypnotized...

Finally I had her act out a scene where her arms were so light, they pulled her right up out of the chair. I was quivering as she rose up, smoothly and slowly, her arms reaching higher into the air, pulling her... pulling her...

"Deeper and deeper. It feels so good to act so deeply hypnotized, it feels so good to allow me to guide you, to direct you. Directing you. You are an actress, acting as if you are a deeply hypnotized woman. I am the director, and you follow my directions. It's very simple, and very easy. Focus on the sound of my voice and follow my directions. So simple. You don't even have to think about it. I speak, and your mind automatically responds to my words. I speak, and your mind automatically responds to my words. My words, my thoughts, direct your acting. My words, my thoughts, direct your actions. My words, my thoughts, direct your actions. So simple. So pleasant. So comfortable, acting deeply hypnotized. Deeply hypnotized."

There she stood, head down on her chest, arms up in the air, her mind wide open. But I wasn't going to go barging into her mind. I was going to creep in, a little at a time, until she reached out and pulled me the rest of the way.

And once I was in there for real...

I shuddered. Not yet, I reminded myself, squeezing my thighs for the zillionth time. Not yet.

"You are doing so well, Sue, so very well, accepting my directions and acting upon them. In a moment you will find yourself in my living room once more..." I went on, reminding her again that she accepted my directions and acted upon them. I told her it would be very easy for her to focus and relax if she were hypnotized again. Then I told her that the last thing she would remember was being by the bookshelf, holding the book on post-hypnotic suggestion. When I was through, the past half hour was buried in her memory, where only I could find it.

Then I guided her, arms still swaying above her like erotic flowers, back to the bookshelf. I lowered her arms, calmed myself down - and brought her out of trance.

She blinked and took a deep, ragged breath. Her eyes focused on the shelves in front of her, then on the book which I had put back in her hands. There was a moment of silence, then she looked at me, puzzled.

"You really read this?"

It was all I could do to keep from sinking to my knees and moaning. In the end all I managed to say was, "Yes."

She shook her head. "I don't think hypnosis really works."

Deja vu all over again. "You don't think you can be hypnotized?"

She snorted again. This time, somehow, it turned me on. A lot.

"Not a chance."

"Then there's no harm in trying, right? I'll bet you lunch for the next month that I can hypnotize you."

There was another pause, her eyes darting from the book to me and back again. "A month?" I managed to keep from laughing.

"A month."

Another, shorter pause, then she laughed. "Sure, why not? But how would you know I'm not just acting, like all those fake pics they have of people who are supposed to be hypnotized?

Oh, God. I had to wait a moment before I could reply, and even then my voice was weaker than I'd have liked.

"I'll know." She never thought to ask how SHE would know.

She shrugged, utterly unaware of the irony of the situation. "OK, then. Sure. Go ahead. Try to hypnotize me. I'll give you -" She looked at her watch, as did I - "Fifteen minutes. Those bozo stage phonies say they can do it instantly" - she framed that word with two-fingered quotes and a ridiculous expression - "so I think fifteen should be plenty of time, right?"

My thighs were squeezed together again. "Yes, that should be enough."

She grinned. "Go for it. Give it your best shot."

I had to do it. In a cupboard under the bookshelves I had one of those motorized spiral things. It had never been used, I'd gotten it more as a joke - but it was going to be used now. She laughed again as I plugged it in and held it in front of her.

"You gotta be kidding."

"No. Look, you have to at least act like you're going along, right? At least act like you're staring at the center of the spiral, watching it spin, around and around, around and around."

She sighed, grinned, shook her head - and looked at the spiral. After a few seconds she blinked, and her expression changed every so slightly.

"Around and around. Spinning, whirling, pulling you in, deeper and deeper. You have to... act like... you feel yourself falling, falling... deep into the spiral... watching, staring, as it whirls... around and around... pulling you in... deeper... and deeper... acting as if... you are fascinated, captivated, by the spiral... spinning... deeper... pulling you in..."

As I spoke the grin faded from her face. She stared at the spiral, and the pink spots appeared high up on her cheeks again.

"Watching, listening... acting as if... you know the spinning spiral has captured your attention. Acting as if... you know you cannot look away. Staring, spinning, sinking. Staring, spinning, sinking. Falling deeper and deeper. Deeper and deeper. Acting as if... you are being hypnotized."

Already her mouth hung open and her shoulders were drooping. I took a deep breath, squeezed my thighs tighter, and went on.

"Yes. Now act as if... the spinning, hypnotic spiral has already captured your attention. Act as if... you cannot look away. You cannot look away. Act as if... you can try looking away if you want. You will find that... you cannot look away."

Her head quivered as she tried, but her eyes remained fixed upon the center of the spiral. In fact, they widened just a bit as she realized she really couldn't look away. Or maybe she thought she was acting like she couldn't look away.

"Very good. Stop trying now. Stop trying. Stop trying to... act as if... you are falling into the spiral. Falling into the spiral. Falling. Spinning. Whirling. Sinking. Deeper and deeper. Deeper and deeper."

Motionless. Mouth agape. Eyes glazing over. My hands were trembling so bad I had to lean against an end table to steady myself as I kept the spiral pointed at her.

"Deeper. You cannot look away. Let it happen. Let yourself go. As soon as you close your eyes and sink deep, deep into hypnosis, you will feel so wonderful, so comfortable, so warm and safe and lazy and relaxed. Let your eyes close now as you act as if... you are sinking deep, deep, into hypnosis."

Even before I finished the sentence her eyelids fluttered closed. I let out a long sigh, turned off the gizmo, and set it down on the table.

"Very good. Acting as if... you are now in a deep, deep hypnotic trance. Acting as if... you hear only my voice, only my words. Acting as if... you drift deeper and deeper with every breath that you take. Deeper and deeper. Deeper and deeper."

She looked so peaceful, so relaxed, so - open. And again my legs were trying to open, screaming for my fingers to slip between them. I took a deep, rather ragged breath, and decided it was time to find out if Sue and I might get to know each other more intimately.

"And now, Sue, it is time for your acting audition. You have done very well so far, acting as if... you are so deeply, deeply hypnotized. Now it is time to try something else. I am going to count from one to three. At the count of three, your eyes will open and you will see me standing in front of you. In this acting audition you will play a lesbian. It doesn't matter at all whether you've ever kissed a woman in your life. This is an acting audition. When your eyes open and you see me standing in front of you, your part of the script is for you to kiss me, hard, hungry, hot. It will be as if you are trying to totally seduce me with just one kiss. It will be passionate, wanton, deep, full, long. Seduce me with one kiss."

The color had faded from her cheeks, but returned as I spoke. She never moved, though, or made any sign that the suggestions made her uncomfortable.

"And, Sue, when you are through with your audition, when you have seduced me, you will sit down in a chair, close your eyes, and instantly act as if you are sinking even deeper into hypnosis than you are right now."

I took another deep breath, licked my lips, and realized I was squirming. Squirming didn't seem very dignified somehow, but it did create a good bit of heat and friction between my legs.

"One."

"Two."

"Three."

Her eyelids drifted upward, and her glassy eyes found me. The flush returned to her face full force, and she swallowed hard before taking one step towards me. Much as I wanted to do otherwise, I remained still.

She took one more step, leaving only three feet between us. She stared at me, wearing almost the same puzzled look she'd displayed earlier. But this time something more was there, something determined, something focused.

Her arms came up, her eyes widened, and with a sound somewhere between a moan and a scream she lunged the last three feet at me. Those arms wrapped around me, her body pressed against me - and she kissed me.

I gave in. I kissed back. Our tongues danced, our lips meshed together, our hands roamed over each other's clothing. Her upper thigh ground against my clit and I moaned. Before I realized what I was doing I was reaching for her breast, closing my hand around it, squeezing hard.

In an instant, she was gone. I was left standing there, gasping, my pussy so wet she'd have drowned if her face had been there. I watched her sit down, lean back, close her eyes, and go limp, silently cursing myself for my supposed cleverness.

When I started fondling her, she had taken that to mean she'd succeeded in seducing me - which is exactly what I'd told her to do. So, having accomplished her audition, she carried out her next instruction.

Damn.

It took me a moment to calm down to the point where I could speak clearly. Sue, of course, was quite calm already. By and by it was time once again to nudge her subconscious in a direction I hoped she already wanted to go - even if she wasn't aware she wanted to.

Ten minutes were spent sending her deeper, until she was like a rag doll in the chair, motionless, limp, head on the back of the chair. It was a shame to finally have her stand up and go back to the bookshelf.

When she eventually awakened, she had no memory of being hypnotized. She would remember the bet, and would assume that she had won. This time, though, I added a slight twist to her thought processes.

I suggested that, in the coming days, she think about hypnosis more. She would realize that while maybe she didn't really go into trance - I chuckled at that one - the attempt felt pretty nice in and of itself. So maybe, just maybe, she would want to try being hypnotized again, this time with a more... another chuckle... open mind.

And there stood Sue, holding the post-hypnotic suggestion book, grinning at me that I'd lost the bet. I owed her lunch for a month, she reminded me as she left. I promised I'd remember.

For some strange reason, she never wondered where the time had gone.

And so the night ended, not quite like I'd expected, but with great promise for the future.

The next day she was at my desk at quarter to noon.

"Hey, don't forget. Lunch!"

"I know. Where do you want to go?"

No tacos today. We spent forty five minutes nibbling at salads and talking about trivia. She talked less and less as time passed, and as we got up to leave she turned to me, looking embarrassed.

"Um... about last night. I'm really sorry... I'm not usually rude like that. I saw that book, and... I don't know. I'd wanted..." Her voice trailed off, and she blushed. "I mean... you're nice enough to invite me over and I thank you by being rude and wasting your whole evening. I'm sorry."

My whole body was tingling. I, too, flushed as I accepted her apology. But she wasn't done yet.

"Um...I was thinking. I don't think I gave it a fair chance last night, I was nervous and mad at myself for being rude and... well, I was wondering... Would you... Um... could we... try... Maybe if you tried it again sometime it might work?"

Mercifully I was already leaning against the table or my weak knees would have dropped me straight down onto the floor. My face was burning, I could feel it, and I didn't dare speak. I just nodded, and finally managed to say something like, "Of course."

She was smiling as we left the deli, asking me when we could try again. Damn, this girl was eager. I kept my voice steady as I told her I had no plans for that evening, if she wanted to come over. She stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes and mouth both open wide, but she quickly regained control.

"Tonight? Oh, wow... Um... yeah, sure... great... OK, I'll be over at... eight?"

"Eight it is."

The rest of the day, which, as luck would have it was Friday, seemed to go on forever. Every time she saw me, she would blush and smile - but she didn't dare say anything. I would smile back, and maybe I blushed too.

Maybe we both knew what we really wanted. Maybe that was what she'd wanted all along, but she'd gotten cold feet at the last moment.

I was ready fifteen minutes early, as I didn't think she would last until eight. Sure enough, at five of, my doorbell rang. She came in, wearing, of all things, a pink and black flower print dress. It hugged her body, and odd as I found it, it looked good on her. She also carried a small bag. I didn't ask what was in it as the door closed behind her.

"Hi." She blushed, looking from me to the floor.

"Hi."

I let the silence stretch on. She started shifting her feet, looking around the room, at the floor, but never at me. Finally...

"Um..."

I took the bag from her and set it down. She said thank you, and I looked at her for a moment more before speaking.

"So you think it might work this time?"

She grinned weakly, blushed, and looked away. "Uh... it might. You never know. Like I said, I wasn't really myself the other night."

"Let's find out."

She swallowed hard and nodded.

I held my hand up beside my head, all five fingers displayed. I was about two feet from her. She looked at my hand with wide eyes, as if she expected some hypnotic ray to zoom out of it, mesmerizing her before she knew what was happening.

She was close.

"I'm going to count from five down to one. At the count of one, when you feel me touch you, you will instantly sink into a deep, comfortable hypnotic trance. Deep inside you already know this will happen. Deep inside you know you will soon be deeply hypnotized. Five."

She stared at my hand as I slowly moved it closer to her, and ever so slightly upwards.

"Relaxing. Feeling yourself letting go. Knowing you will be hypnotized."

"Four." I folded my thumb down. "Relaxing. so calm, so quiet, so peaceful. Focusing on my fingers and my voice. Focusing. Relaxing."

"Three." Another finger disappeared, and my hand moved closer and higher. She was looking up at it now, eyes wide, mouth agape.

"Two. Letting go now. It is happening so quickly, and you know there is no way you can stop it. In a moment you will be deeply hypnotized. In a moment you will feel more relaxed than you've ever dreamed of."

My hand was directly over her head, she was straining to look up.

"One." I touched the center of her forehead with the tip of my index finger. "Deeper." Her eyes rolled back all the way then closed for good. She sighed, gently, dreamily... it made me so, so hot.

I licked my lips, wondering how she would taste. It was time. She was under and she was going to know she was under. No more acting.

"You are hypnotized, Sue. Deeply, completely, wonderfully hypnotized. Every breath that you take, every word that I say, relaxes you more and sends you even deeper into hypnosis. Let it happen now. Let go and sink down deeper, deeper and deeper. You are hypnotized, Sue. Deeply hypnotized."

"It feels so good to be hypnotized, to be so deeply relaxed, to be so intent upon the sound of my voice. Listening to my voice, accepting my words, knowing no harm will come to you. You do know that, don't you, Sue."

"Yes," she whispered after a moment.

"It feels so good to be hypnotized, and you know that you can enjoy this feeling again in the future. You look forward to being hypnotized, to relaxing deeply and completely, listening to my voice, accepting my words."

"It is very easy for you to go into hypnosis. Even now, as I touch your forehead..." I did so, gently - "and say the word, deeper - you go deeper. I touch your forehead..." I did again - "and say the word deeper, and you go deeper into hypnosis."

"And, Sue, if I was to do that while you were awake, you would relax. You would to relax and begin to let go. And if I did it again, you would relax even more. And if I did it several times you would become so deeply relaxed that you would sink deep, deep into hypnosis. And then you would go deeper if I continued touching your forehead and saying the word deeper. Deeper and deeper."

I wanted her, and I was almost certain she wanted me. I was quiet for a moment, calming myself and turning the air conditioning up a notch.

"I'm going to wake you up now at the count of five. One, two, three, four, five, eyes open, wide awake."

She blinked and rocked back and forth on her heels. Her eyes focused on me and she took a deep breath. After a few seconds a smile crept over her face. "Wow."

"It is, isn't it? So did it work this time?"

Her smile was quite broad now. "Um, yeah, I think it did. Wow. That was great. Wow."

I reached out to her. She moved her head back, unsure of what I was going to do. I touched her forehead, once, and said "Deeper."

She blinked again. The smile faded, then returned, but not as wide. "Hey... that... what..."

I touched her. "Deeper."

She looked confused, and the smile vanished. Already her eyelids were fighting a losing battle to stay open. "I... feel..."

Touch. "Deeper."

Her shoulders sagged and her head rolled from side to side. "I... You..."

Touch. "Deeper."

She went limp, her arms dangling, her head down on her chest. I did it again, and again, and the deeper she went the hotter I got.

I couldn't help it. I started rubbing myself through my pants. After a moment I regained control of myself and resumed talking to my hypnotized houseguest.

"So deeply hypnotized. So relaxed. So intent upon the sound of my voice. It feels so good being so deeply hypnotized. It feels so good knowing you can be hypnotized so easily. So deeply. So easily. It feels so good. So good..." I took a deep breath. "You're going to wake up at the count of five, and when you do, I want you to stand very still. I want you to stand very still when you wake up, no matter what happens. If you absolutely must move, you may, but you will enjoy standing very still for me. Waking up at the count of five, one, two, three, four, five, eyes open, wide awake, standing very still for me."

Again the blink, again the rocking back and forth. I saw the look on her face and knew she was trying to move. God, this was such a turn-on.

"This is.. wow.. I don't believe this... I can't... I can't move!" There was no fear on her face, much to my relief. Her expression was instead one of awe and wonder.

I walked around behind her. "Hey, where you going?", she asked, her voice breaking. Then she gasped as she felt my fingers on the zipper of her dress. I didn't do anything with it yet, I just held her zipper and waited to see if she would decide she absolutely needed to move.

She didn't.

The sound of the zipper going down seemed unnaturally loud for some reason. I felt her tremble, I heard her panting. Once the zipper was all the way down, I waited again.

She didn't move.

I was still behind her when I heard her say, in a very small voice, "I want you." I almost came right there, I leaned close to her and whispered in her ear.

"Yes."

She gasped again - and still did not move.

I slid one shoulder of her dress down. The trembling increased, but she remained still. The other shoulder drew the same reaction, or lack of it. When I started slipping her dress down her arms, she moaned. The sound went up and down my spine, making me hotter and hotter.

Her dress fell to the floor. She was shaking. She was whimpering. I was wetter than I'd ever been.

Her bra strap came open. She whimpered louder as her bra fell to the floor. Still behind her, I worked her stockings down, bit by bit. Her whimpers were now interspersed with almost incoherent speech. The only words I caught were "Yes," "want," and "Please." Those were enough.

Her stockings were on the floor, and she gasped as I slipped my fingers into the upper edges of her panties. I tried to imagine how she felt, her clothes coming off, unable to move, unable even to see the woman who was removing her clothes. I'd been behind her the whole time.

The blue silk panties inched down her legs, one side, then the other. At last they, too, were down around her ankles along with everything else.

She stood very still, trembling, nude, her back to me. I went around in front of her and looked deep into her eyes. The desire, the ache, the fire, they were all visible in her wide eyes. She licked her lips. "Please."

I stepped back from her, and she groaned in dismay. Then she fell silent as I began removing my own clothes, just as slowly as I had hers. I did a strip tease for my immobile guest, moving my hips for her, showing her some leg, turning away from her and bending over. My clothes were tossed away at random, while hers remained piled up around her ankles. Her breathing alternated between moans and the word please.

Naked, I displayed myself to her, squeezing my already-throbbing nipples, caressing and squeezing them. I was so, so wet, and so, so hot. When I moved toward her, her eyes widened still more, and the yelp of joy was loud indeed.

When I reached my hands toward her head, her attitude was a little different. "No, please, no, not now, no please..." She was much relieved when I placed my fingers against her temples and rubbed gently. She smiled. "Thank you." After just a few seconds my fingers drifted down over her face, then her throat, over to her shoulders, down her arms. I just dragged my fingers or nails very, very lightly over her flesh. Back up her arms, back across her throat, down between her breasts. They were impressive, firm, the nipples hard and almost as long as mine. I caressed her nipples for only a second, I barely even touched them, but it was enough to draw even more sounds of passion and desire from her, mixed again with agonized pleas for more direct attention.

My nails left tiny furrows down her chest and belly. I was so aroused I actually felt dizzy. Her words were, again, incoherent.

I traced her pubic hair with a nail, then slipped my fingers to her sides and ran my palms up her side, to under her arms, and back down. Then I knelt on the floor at her feet and listened to her whimpering as my hands glided down her outer thighs, down her calves, over the tops of her feet - and back up to her inner thighs.

The whimpering stopped. She stared down at me, shaking, eyes wide. Her juices trickled down her thighs, and I traced a finger through the moist area. Then I leaned back and stared directly into her eyes as I slipped that finger into my mouth. She inhaled a, long, deep, shuddering breath, and as she exhaled, she groaned, "Oh, God, yes, please, please......."

My hands moved up half an inch. She cried out, clearly trying to move her body down, but obeyed the compulsion to remain still.

Another half inch.

And another.

She looked down at me, begging me with her eyes. "Please," she stammered.

I stood up, but before she could react in any way, I slid one finger between her legs. Her eyes lost focus, her mouth dropped open, and her breath caught in her throat. Very slowly, my finger worked its way into her folds, until I felt her clit pulsating under my touch. Her eyes closed and she moaned. Long. Low. Ragged. I massaged her clit with my finger and drank in her scent and her sounds. She shuddered, but she wasn't cumming quite yet.

I touched her forehead. "Deeper." My finger worked faster against her clit. Her eyes flew open and she stared at me.

"No... please!"

I touched her again, rubbing even harder and faster. "Deeper."

Her eyelids fluttered, her body shook. "No..."

I touched her forehead yet again. "Deeper." My finger slipped inside her. Her eyes flew open, then closed again. She opened her mouth to speak, but said nothing. Her mouth remained open.

Touch. "Deeper." I rubbed her clit hard and fast.

She swayed, her eyes remained closed, and she went limp, impaled on my finger, and deeply hypnotized.

With great effort, I removed my finger from her dripping pussy. I then touched her forehead with one sodden finger and whispered deeper yet again. There was no visible reaction, yet I knew she was sinking down even more, waiting for the sound of my voice, her mind clear and open to me.

"Do you want to make love to me, Sue?"

"Yes." No hesitation at all.

"Do you believe you can be hypnotized?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to be hypnotized again?"

"Yes."

I moved very, very close to her, my face mere inches from hers. "Wake up, Sue." Her eyes opened to find me staring at her, my lips parted invitingly. She blinked a few times, moaned, threw her arms around me, and kissed me hard.

We remained wrapped together for several moments, then a thought came to me. I gently led her to a chair and guided her into it. Thank God for Scotchguard. The table I'd put the spiral gizmo on was near the chair, and I reached around and placed the gizmo so the motor sat on the table and the spiral could spin, pointing at Sue. She moaned again as she watched me, and groaned aloud as I turned the motor on. The spiral began to whirl, and Sue's now-conditioned mind locked her eyes on it.

I knelt between her legs.

"Watch the spiral, Sue. Focus on the spiral and the sensations that flow through your body." Then I was silent, burying my face between her legs, licking, teasing, probing with my tongue. Now and then I would glance up at her, enjoying her slack facial muscles, the way she was slumping back in the chair, the way her legs were relaxing, spreading farther apart on their own, even as she moaned and shuddered at my touch. Fixated on the spiral, her mind was free of distraction as my tongue sent lightning bolts of ecstasy through her nervous system. She shuddered, she wiggled, she moaned - but she never moved as such, and she never once looked away from the spiral.

Not really hypnotized, and yet not in control of herself, Sue was lost in a dream world of pleasure. The only things that mattered in that world were the spiral, my tongue, and her clit. When she came, some time later, there was nothing to stop her, nothing to interfere with the bliss of an earth shattering climax.

My hand wound up between my own legs at some point, and when she let go, there was no stopping my own climax either. I knelt on the floor, my tongue buried in her hot flesh, my fingers buried in my pussy, and came right along with her, She was still staring at the spiral, utterly lost in the moment.

At long last, I stopped shuddering. Withdrawing my fingers from between my legs, I gave her one last, lingering lick, and stood. My face was soaked, my fingers were soaked, my pussy was soaked. She was still gaping at the spiral, her chest heaving, her juices dripping all over the chair. I reached over and turned off the spiral.

For several minutes, Sue just sat there, panting and staring at the now-motionless spiral. Finally she blinked and jerked upright as she snapped out of the altered state she'd been enjoying. A few seconds later she noticed me standing by the chair. For a long time she just stared at me, then a smile slowly formed on her face.

"God," she croaked. "I... I was either really out of it.. or really into it. That was..." She paused, looking for words and swallowing hard. She looked at me again and said, "Thank you."

"Any time," I responded with a wink.

She leaned back in the chair. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, exhaling with a long, satisfied sigh. "You know... when I came here last night... I was hoping... you... we... but I was nervous." Her face reddened. "I couldn't believe what I was doing, what I wanted to do. I wanted you last night. I've wanted you for a while. You were giving the same signals at work that I was. But when it came down to it, when I got here last night, I just... I don't know. I was denying my feelings, I guess. And I got pissed off at myself - but you ended up in the line of fire. I was trying not to think about what I wanted, and when I saw that book, I guess I just... used it as an excuse... to not.. tell you... what I wanted."

She looked at me again and sat up straight. "But I can tell you now. I told you a little while ago. I want you."

"I want you too, as you probably noticed." She grinned.

"Yeah. Yeah, I noticed." Her eyes closed and she quivered, remembering. "And I noticed something else. You really could hypnotize me."

"I told you I could."

She shook her head and chuckled. "More denial on my part, probably."

I moved closer to her. "Try denying this." She looked back at me, puzzled. That puzzlement changed to understanding and anticipation as I reached toward her. She closed her eyes and smiled, waiting.

I touched her forehead. "Deeper."

Her smile widened. "Yes..."

I touched her again. "Deeper."

Her body seemed to melt into the chair yet again. "Yes..." she whispered. "Yes. Please."

Another touch. "Deeper."

With a happy, dreamy smile, she went limp, her head falling against the back of the chair. One more touch.

"Deeper."