Sandra couldn't believe what she had just heard. She sat up and looked down at her lover, who lay beside her, smiling calmly. "Did you really just say what I think you just said?", she asked in stunned astonishment.

Rachel nodded. "Yes, dear, I did. And you know better than to think that I'm doing it because I'm not satisfied with you in any way. It's just been a long time, and I feel the need again...It surprises even me, actually. Our relationship is strong, we both have fun here and at work, there is no real reason for this - other than this... this... need... to feel a cock inside me, just once more. I can't explain it any better than that. Am I making any sense, or am I just babbling?", she asked with a chuckle.

Sandra nodded slowly, her head still spinning. The news that her avowed lesbian lover wanted a man - even temporarily - was quite a shock to her. "Yes", she said slowly, "it makes sense, I guess. I just want you to tell me again you're not unhappy with me for some reason. Please."

Rachel looked up at the younger woman and noticed the faint sheen of tears. Quickly sitting up, she took Sandra in her arms and kissed her hungrily. "Sandra, my darling", she whispered in her lover's ear, "I am very happy with you. I am very happy with US. I would never do anything to hurt you. This will be a one-time thing." She kissed Sandra lightly on the lips one more time, then ran her tongue down between Sandra's breasts, smiling as she heard Sandra inhale sharply.

"OK", Sandra whispered. "I trust you."

"Thank you, darling. And now that that's settled, how about a quick snack before breakfast?", she giggled as she nipped at Sandra's nipple. Seconds later the two were locked together in the tangled sheets.

The conversation during the ride to their office naturally revolved around Rachel's desire to make love to a man. Sandra had no idea when the last time Rachel had been with a man was, and she wasn't going to ask. In fact, it had been so long ago that Rachel herself would be hard put to remember exactly when - although she remembered with who, and she remembered quite clearly where.

"Do you have anyone special in mind?", Sandra asked as they sat at a stoplight.

Rachel smiled. "He'll be special, yes, of course. But I have no one in particular in mind yet."

This drew a laugh from Sandra. "So are you going to pick a client, or where are you going to find this special someone?"

"I don't know yet", Rachel admitted. "I can't picture myself in a singles bar, and I'm not placing a personal ad. Where else does one find a male partner these days?"

They rode quietly for a short time. Then, as they were pulling into the parking lot, Sandra spoke up. "I have an idea. How about the deli down on the corner? at lunchtime I imagine there's at least a few guys there, and with all the banks and things around there, you might even find yourself an executive", she finished with a sly grin.

Rachel smiled back. "That's actually a good thought, dear. I might just have a sandwich today. I'm sure you can take good care of things while I'm out, right?"

Sandra's face fell. She had rather come to hope that she would be able to watch Rachel in action.

"After all, doesn't Jackie Carter have an appointment at noon?", Rachel went on, watching for Sandra's reaction. It was exactly what she'd expected.

Jackie Carter was a client who had proven, as most of Rachel's 'special' clients were, to be extremely receptive to suggestion. Sandra had been with her several times, and Rachel knew that Sandra could have Jackie under and undressed less than two minutes after her arrival. Sandra smiled, her eyes fixing upon images in her imagination. "Yeah...", Sandra whispered.

"Good. I'll have a nice lunch, and you can take care of Ms. Carter."

Sandra's smile broadened, and she looked at Rachel. "Oh, yes, I certainly will."

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At ten minutes before noon, Rachel came out of her office. Sandra looked up and smiled. "Should I expect you back this afternoon?", she asked with a wink.

Rachel smiled gently. "Of course, dear, I have other clients to deal with. I merely plan on making arrangements now. I imagine my new friend will find himself drawn to our house at some point. Is that all right with you?"

Sandra blinked. Maybe she would get to watch something after all. She nodded. "Sure. I'll stay out of the way", she added , hoping Rachel would clarify her part in the coming events.

"Why, Sandra, darling, why on earth would you want to stay out of the way? I had hoped you'd help me. Can you imagine the poor man's reaction to two women whispering softly to him?" With one last wink, Rachel was gone.

Sandra sat for a moment, imagining a man's reaction to having two women whispering to him, imagining how he would feel as his mind clouded, then calmed, then opened itself totally to their words. Her fantasy was interrupted by the opening door, and Sandra blinked and turned to her next client.

"Jackie, nice to see you again", she said with a smile. "That's such a nice dress you don't have on."

The smile on Jackie Carter's face faded, and her eyes dulled. The trigger phrase stilled her thoughts, relaxed her body, and ignited a fire within her. Exactly forty seconds later, Sandra led a nude Jackie Carter back into Rachel's office.

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Rachel sat at a small table, her sandwich untasted before her. There were indeed several men in the deli, none of which Rachel had any interest in. How likely was it, she asked herself, that the perfect choice would appear so soon? It might take several days, or several places, or both, to find Mr. Right.

She amused herself by watching the women. There, standing in line, a tall brunette. Rachel pictured her with her eyes closed, her arms reaching towards the ceiling in her office, those long legs wrapped around Rachel's face. There, at a table in the corner, another brunette, large-breasted and long-haired. Rachel imagined her nipples, hard and dark, straining as their owner carried out Rachel's every wish. There, just coming in the door...

...was Mr. Right.

Rachel froze, blinked, looked again. Grinning self-consciously, she leaned back and studied the new arrival.

Six foot easily, greying brown hair on the short side, styled by someone expensive and with taste - those two things were not always the same. A well-cut suit that covered an obviously well-built, well-cared-for body. A well-trimmed moustache, also greying. A pager and a cell phone clipped to his belt. Rachel chuckled. Was everyone helpless without those things now? And no wedding ring visible. That was a definite plus.

Then she paused. A pager. A cell phone. Interesting. Putting that thought aside for the moment, she watched as he went down the line and came away with a BLT on rye, a diet soda, and a small bag of chips. He looked around for a place to sit. There were at least three open tables, but Rachel caught his eye and motioned to the empty chair at hers.

He stood there for a second, obviously surprised that a beautiful woman would invite him, out of the blue, to share her table. Slightly red- faced, he came towards her, pausing opposite her.

"Was that invitation for me, or am I just imagining things?"

Not yet, but you will be, thought Rachel, her heart racing. "Yes, in fact, it was for you", she said calmly. "Please join me. I find it rather boring to eat alone."

Nodding, smiling, he sat down. "Thanks. Me too, actually, but I'm usually not here long enough to have any lengthy conversations." That would not be true today, Rachel knew.

"I'm a firm believer in the idea that it's not the length, it's the quality - of the conversation - that's important. Don't you agree?"

He blinked, his face flushing deeper, then he grinned. "Yeah, I guess you're right. So", he said, after taking a bite of his sandwich and washing it down with his soda, "what did you want to converse about?"

Rachel shrugged elegantly. "Ships. Shoes. Sealing wax. Any of these things can be made to seem very exciting. What would you converse about?"

He looked at her oddly, opening his chips and munching on a few of them before taking another bite of his sandwich. "Well, I doubt you'd want to talk about real estate. That's what I do, by the way. Say, you aren't looking for a house or a business, are you?", he asked with a chuckle.

Rachel smiled. "Sorry, no. What do you do when you're not selling houses and businesses?"

He took another drink, looked at his watch, then back at her, his eyebrows raising slightly. "I'm not sure there IS a time when I'm not selling something, or at least trying. Even at home I'm on the phone, following up on things, trying to make new things happen. Cost me my marriage", he said with a faraway hurt look. His voice became softer. "I mean, real estate isn't a big deal in the overall scheme of things, I know, but I make good money at it, and I'm good at it, and I enjoy it! And she didn't understand that I always got up to answer the phone in the middle of a meal, or that I couldn't go somewhere for the weekend because I had to show a house or something." He paused, staring off into the distance for a moment, then shook himself, grinned, and looked at her, obviously embarrassed. "Sorry. I get off on tangents too easily. You don't want to hear my life's story."

In fact, Rachel had just learned a great deal that she hadn't expected to find out so easily, or so quickly. He really was Mr. Right, at least the temporary Mr. Right that she was looking for. He was the one, and she was going to take him, right here and now. All she had to do was quickly determine how she would do it. There was a brief silence, then she heard an annoyingly shrill sound.

With a frown, he reached for his cell phone. "Yeah? I'm eating. No. No. I'll be back in a while. Yeah. OK." With a resigned sigh, he disconnected the phone and started to put it back on his belt. Rachel stopped him.

"I've never seen that model before, is it new?"

He blinked, then nodded, holding it out to her. "Yeah, I've only had this one for a couple weeks. It's got all the bells and whistles on it, and I don't know how to use any of them", he added laughing. "But I can write it off, so hey, why not, you know?"

Rachel nodded, examining the phone he was holding. In fact, it was remarkably similar to Sandra's. She pressed a button and the number zero began to blink slowly on the display. He watched, puzzled, as she moved her hand slightly, so it was resting beside his on the table, barely touching the back of his hand with her fingers.

"These things are amazing", she said softly, forcing him to lean a bit closer to hear her. "They do so many things, just like we do. They run on electricity, just like we do. They communicate, just like we do."

He sat there, looking at the phone, wondering what she was talking about. He almost didn't notice that she had begun to very gently brush the back of his hand with her fingers.

"And sometimes they do the same thing over and over, just as we do at times. Over and over. Like the flashing number. It just keeps flashing, over and over. So many things to do, and yet it only focuses on flashing the number zero, over and over. So very many things to do, so very many things it can do, and yet it's only doing one thing. Zero, over and over again, it's only doing one thing, zero, zero, zero." As she spoke, Rachel continued brushing her fingers across the back of his hand, very gently, very lightly. His face was flushed, his eyes fixed on the phone's display.

"One thing, zero. One thing, zero. It's so relaxing to do one thing, zero. So relaxing, one, zero. So relaxing. So soothing. So peaceful. So relaxing. So calm. So relaxed. So peaceful..."

He watched, not knowing what was going on. The number flashed on the display, and she seemed to think that meant something. He was aware of the touch of her fingers, warm and soft. His body tingled slightly. Something odd was going on...

"... quiet." Was she still talking? He blinked, his eyes watering. The back of his hand seemed warm as her fingers lightly swept over it.

"So quiet, one thing, zero. So relaxed, so quiet. One thing, zero, flashing over and over. Focusing on one thing, zero. One thing, zero, so relaxed. So relaxed, focused on relaxed. Focus on relaxing. So calm, so quiet. So peaceful, focusing on zero, focusing on my voice, focusing on the touch of my hand. So relaxing. One thing, zero. One, zero. Relax. Zero. Relax. Zero. Relax. Zero. Relax. Zero. Relax. Zero means relax. Zero means relax. Every time the zero flashes you relax deeper. Zero means relax. Every time the zero flashes you relax deeper. Zero. Zero. Deeper. Deeper."

It was very quiet in the deli, he thought slowly. He could hear her clearly now, but he wasn't quite sure what she was talking about. Zeros and relaxing. It was rather relaxing to watch the number on the display, he thought. And her voice was so nice. And her fingers against his skin...

"...your skin." Had he missed something again? He sighed, feeling so relaxed, so comfortable.

"...a nice deep breath. Exhale and relax. Zero. Deeper. Zero. Deeper. Zero. Deeper."

He didn't realize he was staring intently at the phone. He didn't realize he was hearing only her words. He didn't have any idea that she was hypnotizing him.

"So relaxed now. So relaxed. Zero means relax. When you hear my voice say the word zero you will relax totally, just as you are now, and even deeper. Deeper and deeper. Deeper and deeper. So deeply relaxed, just as you are now, and even deeper. Deeper and deeper. Now. Zero. Deeper. My voice. Deeper. Relax. Deeper. Zero. My voice. Relax. Deeper. My voice. Deeper. Zero. Deeper. Zero. Relax. My voice. Deeper."

She watched, feeling that familiar wetness between her legs, as his eyes glazed over. She didn't even know his name, and yet there he was, eagerly awaiting her voice.

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Thirty minutes later, Rachel quietly entered her office. She wasn't a bit surprised to find both Sandra and Jackie Carter nude, locked together on the floor. Rachel smiled, undressed, and sat down in her heavy chair. As she watched the two women on the floor, she spread her legs and slipped two fingers inside herself.

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Jackie Carter left, smiling happily. Sandra waited until the door closed then whirled and ran back to Rachel's office. "Well?", she demanded of Rachel, who was idly caressing her own breasts through her clothing.

Rachel smiled back. "Do me a favor, darling. Dial this number and leave a message of zero." She reached over and slid a piece of paper over to Sandra.

Sandra frowned, then smiled. "Ah, I get it. I think. Let's see what happens." Grinning, she picked up Rachel's phone and dialed. After a moment she pressed zero, and hung up. She then turned back to Rachel. "Now what?"

Rachel shrugged and slouched down in her chair, her legs spread invitingly. "Now we have an hour until the next appointment, and we spend it waiting." She said four more words, and seconds after that Sandra was kneeling on the floor between her lover's legs, her mind empty but for thoughts of pleasing Rachel.

A few moments later, Rachel heard a distant sound. Moaning, she tried to focus on it. "Stop, Sandra", she gasped. Instantly, her hypnotized lover paused. The phone rang again, and Rachel strained to reach it. "Hello?", she said, hoping her voice was somewhat steady.

"Zero", said a dull voice. Rachel smiled.

"Good, very good. Zero means relax. So deep now, Charles, so deep now, deeper and deeper relaxed. Tell me the address now, Charles." She listened for a moment, smiling happily. "Good, very good. Deeper and deeper now. You will be there tonight at eight, Charles. Don't be late. Zero means relax. Now, Charles, count from one to ten, then hang up, open your eyes, and wake up. You will not remember this call at all, Charles. See you at eight."

Smiling broadly, Rachel hung up, then looked down at Sandra, who was still kneeling between her legs, hypnotized. She glanced at the clock. There was still time. She turned on the voice-mail.

"Lick me, Sandra."

Sandra obediently leaned closer to her lover and brushed her tongue over Rachel's wet clit. Rachel leaned back and stretched, savoring the sensations the younger woman provided her. Grinning, she repeated a certain word to herself three times. Instantly, her mind cleared, and every nerve in her body attuned itself to the sensations Sandra's tongue was creating. Her body limp, her legs spread wide, her mind open to the pleasure, Rachel allowed Sandra to lick her, to please her. And Sandra did, mindlessly, automatically, steadily. She was unaware of the sounds Rachel made, she was unaware of the tremors which shook her boss's body. On and on, as the pleasure built, wave after wave of bliss. The trigger Rachel had used on herself would keep her under until she came, unless something happened that required her instant attention. But in the privacy of her office, with no chance of the phone ringing, and no clients due for a while... Rachel sat in her chair, deep within her self-induced trance, with her lover's tongue deep within her. The waves were more frequent now, the pleasure mounting rapidly. Literally lost in her pleasure, Rachel writhed reflexively, unaware of her movement, intent only on the pleasure itself. Finally, after a very long while, the waves overwhelmed her.

Her entire nervous system already focused solely on pleasure, it was indeed a full body orgasm. And so was the second one, and the third one. Rachel's body shuddered wildly, reacting to the intense, searing ecstasy. Sandra continued, her tongue batting across Rachel's engorged clit as Rachel climaxed.

Rachel actually came out of her self-induced trance at the instant of her first orgasm, but she was already too high up the pleasure curve for that fact to really matter. The next two climaxes swept over her, taking her breath away. She reached down and wrapped her fingers in Sandra's hair.

"Wake up, Sandra", she said, her voice unsteady. The younger woman's eyes opened, and Sandra found herself in a familiar position - between Rachel's legs. "One more, dear, one more, please", Rachel panted. Sandra went to work again with a purpose, and a few moments later was rewarded by feeling Rachel's body arch and stiffen. Rachel moaned, the sound ragged and uneven, and she pulled Sandra's face closer to her wet crotch.

"Yessss, Sandra, yes, dear, oh yes, oh yes, thank you, Sandra, thank you darling, ohhhhhhhhhhhh..........." Rachel's voice trailed off, her grip on Sandra's hair loosened slightly. She leaned back, panting heavily. Sandra shifted her position on the floor and caught sight of her watch out of the corner of her eye.

"Jeez! Rachel, we're going to have company in a minute here!"

Rachel looked at her without comprehending for a few seconds, then she understood what Sandra had said. Her eyes actually widened for a second as she looked at her own watch, then she laughed.

"So we are, my dear, so we are." Sandra quickly left to wash up. Rachel quickly placed herself in a light trance as well, and when she awakened herself several seconds later, she was quite recovered from her orgasmic joyride. But the memories remained, and always would.

Five minutes later, both women smiled as a new client came into the office.

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"Please understand, dear. I do want you here, but it can't be right away. I have to talk to him, and I want to do it privately. Is that all right with you?"

Sandra nodded. It was five minutes before eight, and Charles was due momentarily. She gave Rachel a kiss, and headed for the stairs. "Call me when you need me", she said over her shoulder. Rachel smiled as she listened to Sandra climbing the stairs. A moment later she opened her own cell phone and dialed a number. On the table beside her, the phone rang. It also rang upstairs.

"Dear, could you get that please?", Rachel called. A faint reply from a bedroom, and the phone stopped ringing.

"Hello?", said Sandra.

Rachel spoke. Upstairs, Sandra's eyelids fluttered closed, and a moment later the enthralled woman hung up the phone, lay down on a bed, and began repeating the word 'deeper' to herself. Rachel smiled and disconnected the cell phone just as the doorbell rang.

He wore Dockers and a golf shirt. Rachel nodded approvingly at him as he stood on the porch, red-faced and unsure. "Hello", she said with a bright smile.

"Um, hi", Charles answered hesitantly. "I'm, um, not really sure why I'm here."

"I am", Rachel said, reaching for his hand. To his own surprise, he took it, and Rachel led him inside, closing the door behind him. He stood there, waiting, wondering. Rachel looked at him. "We talked at the deli." He nodded. "And you showed me your cell phone." Another nod. "And I hypnotized you with it."

No nod this time. His eyes widened, his mouth fell open. There was a moment of awkward silence, although Rachel didn't feel the least bit awkward.

"You... you hypnotized... really?" The tentative beginnings of a nervous smile.

Rachel smiled. She had chosen well. "Yes. Really. I hypnotized you with your cell phone. And you got a page today that didn't make any sense, didn't you?"

He blinked, and licked his lips. "Yeah, I did. I thought it was a wrong number or something, but it didn't seem... I don't know, it was really strange."

She nodded. "That page triggered a post-hypnotic suggestion to call me - if you wanted to. When you did, you went into trance again. I deepened it and arranged for you to meet me here. Are you with me so far?"

He nodded absently, his mind churning over the idea that he'd been hypnotized without even being aware of it, and he was now at a woman's house because of a post-hypnotic suggestion.

"And now that you are here, I was planning to hypnotize you again. And you would be able to do and feel things you never imagined. All kinds of things", she added, demurely dropping her eyes.

It took a few seconds to sink in. He stared, incredulous. "All kinds... ALL kinds? What in the world...?"

Now she looked him squarely in the eye. "I want to make love to you. I can make you feel things you never dreamed of. I'm clean, no STD's, and I know you are too - otherwise you wouldn't have called me back today. I gave you that suggestion at the deli. So we're both clean, and I have two boxes of condoms in my bedroom. We will be able to use them all, every one of them. Tomorrow morning you'll go on your way, remembering everything, and we will never see each other again. But you will never forget. Never", she said.

The silence stretched on. He stared at her, and she gazed back steadily. After a long, long while, he spoke, somewhat angry, and yet clearly intrigued with the idea. "Is this how you meet all your men? You pick someone out of a crowd and hypnotize them?"

"No, it's not. This is the first time I've ever done this", Rachel answered, more or less truthfully. After all, it WAS the first time she'd ever hypnotized a man in a deli. "To be honest", she want on, watching for his reaction, "my preference for some years has been female companionship." His eyes widened slightly, and Rachel continued. "I'm involved in a very loving relationship right now, as a matter of fact. And yes, my partner knows I'm doing this, and I have her approval. You will probably meet her later on tonight, although in a strictly platonic manner", she finished with an impish grin. In spite of himself, he laughed, then studied her for a moment before speaking.

"Why me?"

"Because I could tell at the deli that you are a considerate, kind, sexy man. You aren't married, and you don't have a girlfriend because you're too busy at work. You told me a lot, and I found out more about you when you were hypnotized earlier today. I did not ask any personal questions that didn't relate to my wanting to make love to you. I don't know how much money you make. I don't care, and I don't want any of it. I want to make love to you. You are free to say no and leave. If you do, I will hypnotize you first, and you won't remember any of this at all, ever."

"But if you say yes... if you stay with me tonight... you will never forget. Ever."

There was another long pause. He swallowed several times, and Rachel noticed that his cock was firming up already. Of course, she thought, with a barely-suppressed grin.

"Would I... Would I be hypnotized when we're... um..." He paused, his face scarlet.

"When we're fucking?", Rachel asked quietly, staring into his eyes. He looked away and nodded, his face burning brightly. "Sometimes, yes. I will suggest that you do things which please me. I will do things which please you. Sometimes you will be awake and aware, but will experience some things differently than you normally do. You will be safe here, you will be safe with me. You have nothing to fear. I want you to understand that more than anything."

Another pause, then he took a deep breath. "OK", he said, suddenly breaking out laughing. "OK", he said again. "Damn, if this isn't the weirdest thing that's ever happened to me. Hypnotized into making love to a beautiful woman I've never met before. This is like a movie or something."

"It might be the weirdest", Rachel agreed. "But it will also be the best thing that's ever happened to you." His laughter trailed off, and he took another deep, unsteady breath. What was the night to bring?

Rachel let him ponder her words for a moment, then spoke. "I want to hypnotize you again, right now, this time using more - conventional methods. Would that be all right with you?"

Charles nodded quickly. "Yeah, hell yes, I've felt pretty damn good all afternoon. If it always feels that good, you can hypnotize me whenever you want to." He chuckled, but fell silent at her reply.

"I will take you up on that offer, Charles", she said with a very proper nod, and a knowing smile of her own. "And now, please make yourself comfortable in the living room, and I will proceed to send you into a very deep hypnotic trance - and we will make love. Over and over."

His heart pounding, Charles followed Rachel into the living room. "Look", he said as he sat down, "This is all moving pretty fast. I mean, any man in his right mind... or woman, I guess... would jump at the chance to... um... be with you, but this is so... so... this is way out of my experience."

Rachel nodded. "Of course it is. Very few people are lucky enough to experience the pleasures of hypnosis and sex. I can understand that you are nervous. But as I said, you have nothing to fear from me. My interest is in pleasure only. The pleasure of feeling you inside me, the pleasure of watching your face as you experience things you've never imagined. If, at any time tonight, you become uncomfortable for any reason, you may leave. Is that fair enough?"

He looked at her, his face burning, and nodded slowly. "Yeah. That's fair. God", he said, laughing again, "this is unreal. I can't believe this is happening. Pinch me, I'm dreaming."

"This is no dream, Charles", Rachel said softly, standing in front of his chair, looking down at him. "This is very real. Your nervousness is real, that chair is real, I am real. The sensations you will experience will be very real. The ecstasy will be very real. You are not dreaming, Charles."

His laughter tapered off, and he looked up at her, not knowing what would happen next. Yes, she had said she was going to hypnotize him, but he didn't know if she was going to pull out a pocket watch or a shining crystal necklace or something. He licked his lips and shifted in his chair to make room for his expanding cock. Rachel noticed and smiled.

"I see your body is already enjoying this. That's nice. It will enjoy it even more very soon. Trust me, Charles. This will be a night you will remember for the rest of your life."

"I have a feeling you're right", he said, his voice unsteady. "God, this is... God..." He fell silent, staring up at her, waiting, his heart beating wildly, his cock pulsing inside his pants.

Smiling, Rachel reached down and gently placed her fingers on his temples. He blinked, his face flaring, and he stared at her wide-eyed. Rachel winked at him. "That's good", she whispered softly. "You already know where to look. Very good. Look into my eyes, Charles, deep into my eyes. You know deep inside that you will not look away, you know that my eyes are going to hypnotize you. I am going to hypnotize you again, Charles, right here, right now. At the deli this afternoon you didn't know what was happening, and yet you allowed it, because you did not feel threatened in any way. Here, now, staring into my eyes, you know full well what is happening, and you still do not, nor will you, feel threatened in any way. You are safe here with me, Charles, and it is perfectly all right to allow yourself to relax, to let go, to allow your breathing to become slow and regular, to allow your heartbeat to slow, to allow your body to relax totally. Safe, Charles, safe and relaxed and well cared for. You may relax, Charles, you may continue looking deeply into my eyes and relaxing, allowing yourself to relax deeper and deeper with every slow, deep breath that you take. Allow my voice to again guide you into a deep hypnotic state, Charles, allow me to guide you into a deeply relaxed, open, carefree place where your wildest fantasies may become realities. Let go, now, Charles, let go, you realize that even as I've been speaking to you, your eyelids have become so very heavy, so very, very heavy and relaxed, let them close now, Charles, let them close and sink deep, deep, into hypnosis. Let go, Charles, sink into a deep, deep, relaxed, safe hypnotic trance."

Charles stared at her, aware that his pounding heart was indeed slowing, aware that his breathing was indeed becoming slower and deeper. He felt the relaxation washing over him, and he sighed softly, enjoying the sensations of calmness and peace. Rachel's eyes seemed to grow as they floated above him, hovering there, wide, dark, deep, soothing, safe. Then his eyelids were becoming heavy, and though he tried to keep them open, tried to keep his eyes on those brilliantly shining orbs above him, it was just too difficult. As Rachel's voice echoed through his open mind, his eyelids fluttered and closed. His last thought was of how good he felt, and as Rachel watched him sink into trance, she saw the smile forming on his serene face.

Almost unconsciously, as she did so very many times in her office, Rachel stripped naked immediately. She looked down at her erect nipples, then looked at Charles' crotch, noticing his cock was dwindling as the relaxation flooding through his body calmed every single muscle and nerve. She took a deep breath and grinned. It had been so very, very long, since she'd watched a cock rise to meet her. And in order for that to happen, Charles obviously had to undress.

"So relaxed, Charles, so deeply relaxed, focused on the sound of my voice, allowing my voice to guide you. You may stand up slowly, Charles, stand up slowly and easily, and as you do, you will sink deeper and deeper into hypnosis as I count backward from ten to zero."

Rachel counted, slowly and quietly, as Charles rose unsteadily from the recliner. He was upright by the count of two, and Rachel smiled as she counted the last two numbers. This was going to be an enjoyable night.

"So deeply hypnotized now, Charles, and sinking deeper and deeper with very word that I say to you. We are now standing in the bathroom in my house, Charles, and I would like you to take a shower. When I snap my fingers I will leave the room, and you will undress, sinking deeper and deeper with every movement of your body." Without another word, Rachel snapped her fingers. She stood there and watched as Charles began to slowly undress.

Toying with her nipples, she smiled contentedly as he removed his shirt, shoes, and socks. She almost giggled as she wondered what it would feel like to run her fingers - or her tongue - through the thick hair on his chest. As he unbuckled his pants, she leaned forward, watching intently.

His pants hit the floor and he clumsily kicked them out of the way. Next came his shorts, and Charles stood there, totally nude, his limp cock exposed to Rachel's hungry gaze.

"Wake up, Charles, wake up now", she said, standing up straight.

His eyes popped open, and he inhaled sharply. He focused on her, and she was rewarded with the sight of his cock expanding quickly as he realized she was totally naked. His face flushed deeply. "Holy SHIT", he breathed. Then he felt the cool air on his loins and looked down, and realized that he, too, was nude. "Holy SHIT!!!", he exclaimed, seeing his cock growing before his eyes. He looked at Rachel, then back at his cock, then back at her, a weak smile forming. "Well. I guess I'm happy to see you", he said.

Rachel broke out laughing. She had indeed chosen well. It had been ages since she had watched a cock get hard because of her, and her eyes never left his cock as she knelt on the floor in front of him, very close to him, as his cock twitched and throbbed. He licked his lips and watched, unsure of what he was supposed to be doing or saying.

"I just want to watch it for a minute", Rachel said, half to herself. She studied it closely, noticing the veins on the underside, the way his balls contracted in the coolness of the air-conditioned room. She leaned closer and breathed on his cock and balls. His moan stood her hair on end. Fascinated, she stared at his engorged flesh, and every movement of his hard cock sent a shiver through her. Finally she shook her head quickly and jumped to her feet.

"Follow me", she commanded, taking him by the hand. Meekly he allowed her to lead him out of the living room, up the stairs, and into the bathroom. He looked around, puzzled, and she grinned. "What better way to get to know each other's bodies? We're going to bathe each other. But first I want you to look at me."

He did, realizing an instant later that he wouldn't be looking away, at least not of his own accord. Sure enough, she was talking to him in that same soothing, reassuring voice, and within moments he felt himself drifting away into trance. He was aware of movement, of something solid in his hands. Then his eyes were open and he was looking at Rachel, who was smiling broadly.

"Hello", she said with a giggle. "Comfortable?"

Charles looked up to find himself standing in the bathtub, hanging on to the shower curtain rod, his feet spread wide apart. Grinning, confused, he tried to let go - and found he couldn't. His jaw dropped in amazement. Rachel grinned at him.

"Something wrong?"

"I can't... I can't..."

Rachel nodded. "I know you can't. I told you you couldn't. You are experiencing a post-hypnotic suggestion, much like the one that had you call me. You won't let go until I tell you to. That's all right, isn't it?"

He looked up at his hands, clasped tightly around the curtain rod, and tried one last time to open his hands. No luck. Grinning, his face red, he nodded. "Yeah, it's OK. It's kind of... um... it's kind of neat, in an odd sort of way."

Rachel winked at him and climbed into the tub. His eyes widened yet again as she disappeared behind him. Twisting around, he heard the water come on, felt cold spray hitting him. He gasped - the water was ice cold - and Rachel laughed again. "Is it true what I hear about cold showers?", she asked lightly. He grinned, not very convincingly. Before he could answer he felt the water becoming warmer. Soon Rachel was spraying the warm liquid over him, pointing the hand-held shower head this way and that, and before long he was drenched, hair included. Rachel giggled again as she poured shampoo into her hands.

"When was the last time you were given a shampoo by a woman you've never met while bound to a shower curtain rod?", she whispered in his ear as she worked the shampoo through his hair.

"Um... never", he answered, red-faced. His cock was so hard it was almost painful.

She lathered his hair, rinsed it, then covered her hands with soap suds. Then she stood there in the bathtub, just looking at him, her eyes sparkling. "Ready?", she asked, wiggling her soapy fingers playfully.

"Oh, my God", he whispered, staring at her hands. His eyes closed and he moaned again as he felt her slippery, soapy hands gliding over his body, down his back, around his neck, sliding over the insides of his thighs, massaging his abdomen... and then...

"Oh, GOD!", he groaned as her soapy fingers wrapped around his cock.

Keeping one hand firmly clasped around his cock, Rachel climbed out of the tub and stood beside it. Charles looked down at her, his eyes wide, his breathing rapid and shallow. His cock twitched and jerked in her hand as she squeezed just a little tighter. With a smile forming on her lips, Rachel slowly straightened, until she was standing up, looking at Charles, and holding his cock gently. Staring into his eyes, she spoke.

"Charles, you are aware that I can hypnotize you with one word... or with one look... I don't even need to speak to send you into a deep trance. To prove this to you, Charles, I am going to take your hard cock into my mouth. I am going to start by licking the head, and sliding my tongue down your shaft, then I will take you, slowly - VERY slowly, Charles - into my mouth. As your cock slides easily into my mouth, Charles, you will find that you are easily, so easily and effortlessly, slipping into hypnosis. When my mouth completely surrounds your cock, Charles, you will enter a deep, deep hypnotic state and focus on my voice. You know this will happen, don't you, Charles dear?"

Charles stared helplessly into Rachel's eyes. He knew, deep down, that she was right, and when his cock disappeared into her mouth, his consciousness would disappear as well. The thought of being sucked into a trance was an incredible turn-on, and he nodded vigorously. "Yes, I know. I know."

Rachel nodded thoughtfully and released him from her gaze. He blinked as she knelt, staring at his hard cock. Picking up the shower head, she rinsed it thoroughly, then smiled up at him.

"Don't worry, dear. You'll enjoy yourself." Before Charles could reply, Rachel's tongue flickered over the tip of his engorged member and he groaned, his hands clenching the shower curtain rod even tighter. He felt her tongue slide down the underside of his cock, and moaned loudly. Rachel's smile widened as she felt him shuddering. She ran her tongue up one side of his cock, memorizing each ridge, each vein, each fold of skin. A few more circles around the tip left Charles trembling, and Rachel closed her lips firmly around the head of his cock.

Charles groaned, already feeling that strange sense of euphoria he'd experienced when hypnotized previously. He knew what would happen when his entire cock was inside that warm, wet mouth. He wanted to feel it all, he wanted to feel her taking him in, slowly, slowly, and yet just as much, he wanted to fall under her spell once more. He wanted to go into trance, and he found himself willing her to move faster, to take him in quickly and send him into blissful nothingness.

But Rachel was enjoying herself. She knew Charles wanted this, and she was going to make him wait. She held him in her mouth, tasting him, teasing the tip with her tongue, feeling his body shaking. After a few moments, she slid her lips down a short distance and explored the additional territory with her tongue as well. She smiled to herself as she felt Charles' tremors ease ever so slightly as his body prepared him for trance.

She grabbed his ass and squeezed, hearing him sigh dreamily. Then, moving a bit farther down his shaft, she sucked hard, feeling his cock thicken in her mouth.

Charles was not yet actually hypnotized, but he was going into hypnosis - and he knew it, he could feel it, could feel his mind clouding. He also knew that a beautiful woman was sucking his cock, and it felt so very, very good. And he still didn't know which he wanted more, which feeling was the most exciting to him.

Rachel's tongue moved around his cock unhindered, and she closed her eyes and memorized everything about it. She raised her hands, placing them on his chest, and took him in just a little bit deeper. She was rewarded by another sigh, a shudder, and she felt his breathing slow noticeably.

Charles stared down at Rachel as his cock slowly vanished into her mouth. He couldn't even look away now, there was no reason to. He stared down at the diminishing length of his cock and knew, in a distant way, that within moments he would be in a deep hypnotic trance. Her hands were on his chest, her nails digging ever so lightly into his skin, and yet all he could do was smile dreamily and keep staring down.

Rachel dragged her nails down, slowly, over his chest and abdomen. It was something that would drive most men wild, but at the same time, Rachel took him the rest of the way into her mouth, quickly. Charles gasped once, softly, then was quiet and still. Rachel glanced up to find his eyes were closed, tightly, his head hanging down on his chest - and his hands still locked around the shower curtain rod. Smiling, Rachel closed her eyes and began rocking her head back and forth with vigor, enjoying the sensation of Charles' cock sliding in and out of her mouth. Charles, deeply entranced, sighed softly, and Rachel slid all the way to the base of his cock again and sucked mightily, just once.

Then she released him and resumed her study of his cock, examining every inch of it, comparing the sight with her memory of how it felt in her mouth. She licked her lips, tasting him, and smiled again. Ah, to feel a cock again...

Then she stood, ran her fingers casually over his cock, and spoke.

When Charles opened his eyes, he found he was lying in a bed, looking up at the ceiling. Rachel stood beside the bed, smiling down at him. When she noticed him looking at her, she said, "Hello, Charles. Are you ready to make love to me?"

Charles felt his face flaring, and unconsciously looked down at his cock, which was still rock-hard, waving in the air. He gulped, smiled weakly, and replied, "Looks like it, yes."

"Very good", she said, climbing onto the bed. "You realize, of course, that you will be hypnotized the first time."

Charles opened his mouth to protest, then thought better of it. 'The first time', she'd said. Best not to look a gift horse in the mouth - or, in this case, a gift hypnotist in the eye. That thought, of course, caused him to glance up into Rachel's eyes - and Rachel was waiting for him. There was a look on her face that made Charles instantly aware that he would not be looking away, and sure enough, she leaned down, closer to him, straddling him with her body, her breasts swaying tantalizingly close. But those eyes...

"Yes, Charles, you know what's expected of you. You may continue looking into my eyes, Charles, deep into my eyes, and if for any reason my eyes should happen to close, you will keep looking at my eyes so that you may resume looking even deeper into them when they open again. You will sink deep into hypnosis, Charles, deeper than ever before, as you gaze deep into my eyes. Deeper and deeper, Charles, look so deeply into my eyes, and feel yourself sinking into trance, into that wonderful state of relaxed acceptance that you allow yourself to experience. Let go, Charles, let go now and allow my eyes to send you into a deep, deep, hypnotic trance. Your body and mind will respond to my actions and my words, and you will not be able to initiate any actions or words on your own. Deeper and deeper now, Charles, sink deep into hypnosis."

Charles looked into those eyes and knew he was hers. Even before he felt the warmth and quiet wrap around him, he accepted the fact that he was hers to do with as she pleased. When his eyes lost focus, and his face went blank, Rachel smiled and picked up a condom she'd placed on the bed. She opened it, holding Charles' gaze, and slid it over his throbbing cock.

Then, placing her hands on his chest, she slowly lowered her body over him, closing her eyes and sighing as she felt him enter her. To feel a cock again, she thought, smiling happily. Oh, to feel a man's cock inside me again.

Wiggling her body, she worked him deep inside her, the vacant stare on his face reminding her of the many women who'd worn the same expression as they'd licked her insatiable clit. Sitting firmly on him, with his cock thrust as far into her as she could get it, Rachel remained still for quite some time, enjoying the idea that Charles was sinking deeper by gazing into her eyes even as his cock was buried deep inside her. She tightened her muscles, savoring the sensation of his cock twitching inside her in response. Smiling, she began rocking back and forth, very slowly.

"Deeper, Charles", she purred, staring deep into his unfocused eyes. "Deeper and deeper into hypnosis. Feel my body surrounding yours even as you feel my voice surrounding your mind. Let yourself go completely, Charles. Trust me. Allow me to use you as I wish. Trust me, Charles, go deeper and trust me. You will enjoy this night, Charles. You will please me greatly, and you will be rewarded. Go deeper now, allow everything else to fade away except my voice and the sensations from your cock."

Rachel moved faster now, her hips rocking rapidly. She reached down and tweaked Charles' nipples with her fingers, grinning at the absolute lack of reaction. Charles was fixated on her voice and his cock, and didn't even notice. She pinched one nipple a bit harder. Still no reaction.

"Very good, dear", she whispered, her voice becoming unsteady. "You respond so well to my voice, to my hypnotic suggestions. And now, Charles, you may allow everything to fade away but my voice, even your cock becomes numb, it remains hard, so very, very hard, but you don't experience any sensations at all from it. Gaze deeper into my eyes, listen to my voice, as your body becomes numb, numb and warm and heavy, numb and warm and heavy..."

Her voice trailed off as she moved faster, her eyes closing as her own pleasure built. She grabbed a handful of flesh and chest hair and pressed down hard, driving him even deeper into her. There was no reaction from her enthralled lover.

Rachel rode him for a long, long time, alternately fast and hard, then slow and easy. The feeling of a hard cock inside her was so nice, and she clenched her muscles again, drawing him just a little bit deeper in. She was panting now, pawing at her breasts, rolling each hard nipple between her fingers as she thrust herself down on his manhood again and again.

Finally she was ready. Staring deep into her entranced partner's eyes Rachel drove herself downward as hard and fast as she could, impaling herself deep on his cock, and rode out the resulting climax with a great deal of moaning, groaning, and writhing. She smiled as she felt the sweat trickling down her body, shuddered as his cock twitched within her. A few moments later, she opened her eyes to find him still staring at her. Waiting.

"Wake up, Charles, wake up now, remembering everything."

Charles blinked, and his body trembled. He saw Rachel above him, felt his cock surrounded by her hot flesh, saw the sweat rolling down over her breasts. "Jesus", he whispered.

Rachel leaned over and kissed him, lightly, on the lips. When she rose up again, Charles' face was crimson, and he was grinning crookedly.

Laughing aloud, Rachel rose off of him, drawing a quick yelp of dismay and pleasure. Then Charles stared dumbfounded at his cock, which showed no signs of shrinking. Rachel grinned at him and lay down on her back, looking at him invitingly.

"We're going to play a game, Charles. I am going to lie here and you are going to explore my body. With your tongue. There is a caveat, however. If your tongue touches a nipple, or my clit, even once - you will instantly sink into a deep hypnotic trance. And you know I'm right, don't you dear?"

Charles looked at her. "Yes, I know", he replied, and he did indeed believe it. He felt his cock throbbing at the thought of running his tongue over this beautiful woman's body, and wondered how in the world he was going to keep away from her nipples and clit. Or maybe she doesn't want me to, he thought. Maybe she knows how much I enjoy being hypnotized, and wants me to go back under quickly so she can have her way with me. He looked at her hopefully, but she seemed to read his mind.

Laughing gently, she said, "I want to enjoy this, Charles. This is for me, remember? If you go into hypnosis too soon, I'll wake you up and start over - but there will be a penalty involved", she added, raising her eyebrow meaningfully.

Penalty? Not good. Charles felt his face reddening again, and he nodded his understanding. Rachel lay back and closed her eyes. "You may begin, dear."

Charles started at her toes. One at a time, he licked and sucked each toe in turn, then lightly kissed the balls of her feet, then the soles, then the heels. Already, Rachel was moaning with delight, and Charles noticed to his own delight that Rachel was clenching the bedclothes in her hands and writhing erotically.

He slowly worked his way up her calves, her thighs, carefully avoiding her pubic area - the obviousness of which drew an appreciative giggle from Rachel - and began to explore the inside of her elbows with his tongue. Rachel's moans filled his ears, his cock was straining within its latex confines. He ran his tongue up her arm, circled her neck, ran it down between her breasts. Rachel's body was heaving now, and she had one hand in his hair. Charles inhaled deeply, savoring her scent, her taste. He closed his eyes and traced his tongue around her belly button. Rachel groaned loudly and arched her back, her fingers tightening in his hair. Giddily, Charles slid his tongue back up over her abdomen, and in his raging desire was drawn directly to her breasts.

He felt her nipple hard against his tongue, closed his lips around it, and barely had time to think, "OH SHIT!" before he collapsed in a heap atop her, his mind open to her words.

Rachel smiled, her fingers twirling in his hair. He's done well, she thought, lasting a lot longer than she'd thought he would. "Wake up, dear", she whispered. Charles stirred, opened his eyes, and slowly focused his eyes, which were focused on one large, hard, dark nipple.

His eyes opened very wide, and he again whispered, "Oh shit!" as he sat upright, his eyes darting to Rachel.

She laughed. "Do you remember I mentioned a penalty, dear?" Charles nodded nervously, his eyes again going to her nipples. "Lie down, Charles, on your back."

Charles obediently lay down and awaited his punishment. To his great surprise, Rachel rose up and straddled him again, this time lowering herself onto his waiting cock while he watched, stunned. Gasping, he looked at her as his cock disappeared into her body.

"Your penalty, Charles, is to make love to me - without feeling it. Look deep into my eyes, Charles, and sink deep into hypnosis, just like before, and allow your body to become heavy and numb, heavy and numb."

Charles fell into her eyes, and under her spell, almost instantly. A moment later, after giving him much the same suggestions as previously, she rode him until she came to another climax, taking her time and enjoying each moment. As before, Charles stared at her and felt nothing, his mind captured and held by Rachel's irresistible eyes.

Again, Rachel tensed, squeezing the last wonderful sensation from her sensitive clit. Charles' cock remained hard and ready within her, totally oblivious to the fact that Rachel had been riding him for quite some time. Again, Rachel smiled as the sweat streamed down her body, and she leaned back, placed her hands on the bed near Charles' ankles, and pressed her body hard against his, driving him into her one last time. "Wake up, Charles", she panted, watching for his reaction when he opened his eyes to find her cumming before him.

His reaction was to be expected. He saw her, felt her, realized he was no longer in trance - and began moving his body in time with hers. Rachel grinned and spoke. "No, no, dear. This is a penalty, remember? I just want you to get some idea of what you've missed - and what you will soon experience more intensely than you've ever dreamed."

Charles gazed at her in amazement. Experience more intensely? Well, he thought to himself, if she can make me feel nothing at all, it's quite probable that she can make me feel... anything. He nodded, stilling his movements, panting, waiting. She grinned at him and winked.

"Very good, dear, very very good. And now, Charles", she said, carefully removing herself from his cock and lying back on the bed, "you may proceed with the task I gave you before, of exploring my body with your tongue. The same rules still apply."

Eagerly, Charles rose up and knelt beside her. His lips roamed over her abdomen, neck, arms, his tongue danced circles inside her elbows. Rachel moaned and writhed on the bed, her hands sometimes clasping handfuls of bedclothes, sometimes his hair. Some time later, as he ran his tongue up the sole of her left foot for the umpteenth time, Rachel shuddered violently. Startled, Charles looked up at her, and she grinned crookedly, her body heaving.

"Yes, dear", she panted, "I'm having an orgasm, thank you. You may continue."

Shaking his head in astonishment, his eyes still on her face, Charles lowered himself back down and began sucking Rachel's toes again, one by one. Rachel's body was trembling constantly now, tensing now and again as his lips moved over her inner thighs, and up to her face. He kissed her once, tenderly, hesitantly, wondering what her reaction would be.

Her eyes opened and she looked at him. Slowly, a smile formed on her face. He kissed her again, pulling away slowly, tugging her lower lip along with him as he did. She looked up at him for a few seconds, then wrapped her hands around his head and pulled him back down, kissing him hard.

When they separated a few moments later, with Charles left breathless, Rachel smiled as she caught his eye.

"It's time to go into hypnosis for me, dear. No long induction this time. Just go deep, deep, deep into hypnosis now for me, Charles dear."

Charles stared at her blankly for a few seconds, then his eyes closed and he slumped heavily atop her. Giggling as she felt his still-hard cock pressing against her body, she carefully removed herself and, kneeling beside him on the bed, looked down at him.

"Very good, dear, very good. Go deeper for me now, Charles, deeper than ever before, deeper than ever before, because the delights that await you are none that you've ever dreamed of before."

For some time, Charles drifted to the sound of Rachel's voice. It never quite faded away, and yet he could never quite make out what she was saying. He became dimly aware that his entire body seemed to be tingling. Her voice became clearer, more distinct, and he found himself lying on the bed, looking at her. She sat calmly on the edge of the bed, watching him with a smile.

"Welcome back, Charles", she said softly. Reaching over, she gently brushed his cheek with the tips of her fingers. His reaction, although expected, made her chuckle just the same.

His eyes opened wide and his jaw dropped. His body trembled as the faint tingling sensation seemed to focus on his cheek where she had touched, and blossom into something much more than a tingle. Even when she removed her hand and sat watching him with a happy grin, he lay there, feeling as if her fingers were still gently caressing his cheek. He could still feel the warmth, the softness, of her touch. He lay there, staring at her in awe.

Rachel nodded, and when she spoke, her voice dripped sensuality.

"Can you imagine, Charles, dear, what it would feel like if I touched you... here?" With that, she held her hand over his already-throbbing cock. Charles gasped, imagining just what that would feel like. She leaned closer to him and her voice dropped to a whisper. "Or, Charles, you imagine what it would feel like if I was to take your hard cock into my mouth?" She stared at him, licking her lips slowly, tantalizingly. Charles shuddered as his imagination went into overdrive. He could still feel her touch on his cheek.

Rachel leaned even closer to Charles' cock, watching his face all the while. Charles let out an involuntary moan as she paused right above the head of his cock and opened her mouth wide. Rather than close over his ready flesh, however, she sighed, slowly, softly, her warm breath fluttering over his twitching cock. Charles groaned aloud.

Still gazing at him, Rachel slowly slid her left index finger into her mouth, wetting it thoroughly. She then smiled as his eyes followed that finger all the way to his right nipple, where she traced her wet digit around and around before slipping it back into her mouth and smiling at him.

"JESUS!", he yelped, his body shuddering. He felt her caressing his cheek, felt her breathing on his cock, felt her finger swirling around his nipple. And all the while, she knelt there, smiling at him, twirling her finger around in her mouth - not touching him at all. After a moment she removed her finger and spoke.

"How do you feel, dear?", she asked, very softly. Charles did not answer, it's doubtful he even heard her. He was writhing slowly on the bed, his eyes screwed shut, his mind lost in the sensations her post-hypnotic suggestions and tender touch were creating within him.

Quickly, Rachel bent over and dragged her tongue up the inside of his left thigh. Charles' eyes flew open and he groaned even louder. His breathing was now shallow and ragged. Rachel's eyes blazed with desire as she watched his cock waving back and forth before her.

Reaching up, she gave his right nipple a quick twist between thumb and forefinger. Before Charles could react, she took him into her mouth as far as she could, moaning with delight as she felt his manhood pulsing. And she didn't stop, she kept taking him in, sliding back off, circling the tip of his cock with her tongue, and devouring him again.

Each and every sensation was retained by Charles' nervous system. To him, it felt as if she was still caressing his cheek, licking his thigh, twisting one nipple and teasing another, breathing warmly on his cock, and at the same time sucking him. And each time her lips ran up and down that hard cock, those sensations were added to the rest until he was utterly helpless, gasping and trembling as the intense pleasure rushed through his system.

With one hand, Rachel fumbled on the bed stand for the box of rubbers, grabbing one, ripping it open with her teeth, and slipping it over his slippery, hard shaft. His eyes opened momentarily, just in time to see her positioning herself above him. She looked at him with fire in her eyes and spoke.

"Fuck me, Charles", she commanded. And a command it was, for there was no denying this seductress when she was in this mood, and he was already helplessly lost in his own passion.

Dropping down on him heavily, she closed her eyes as he let out a scream of blind ecstasy. Eyes still closed - she didn't want to accidentally send him into trance - she rode him hard, grinding her hips and moaning, her wanton lust overcoming her as his cock penetrated deep inside her. She clutched at his chest, momentarily forgetting that he would continue to feel it, and kissed him passionately, her hips gyrating wildly above him.

Charles was ready to explode. His senses had never been so utterly overwhelmed as they were now, and he had long ago lost the ability to think clearly. His entire being was a creature of passion, of pleasure, of wet fingers and warm breath, of moving hips and wet, soft, lips pressing against his body.

He froze for a split second, let out one more scream, and came. Rachel, totally attuned to his actions and reactions, came as well.

Their bodies continued to move, out of reflex, out of momentum, until at last they were still. Charles was fighting for breath, trying to clear his muddled mind. He felt Rachel's body atop him, limp and warm, and his arms unconsciously wrapped around her, holding her tightly against him. He realized his senses had returned to normal - briefly wondering if they would ever be truly normal again - and slowly, reluctantly, opened his eyes.

Rachel was waiting. She smiled at him, her head on his shoulder, and whispered to him. Charles felt that now-familiar warm fog wrap around him, and he sank beneath the waves of that melodious voice.

It took him a moment to realize that he was awake again. He lay on the bed, reluctant to move, feeling incredibly comfortable, warm, and relaxed. He smiled and thought, well, that figures, after spending the night with a hypnotist. That thought brought about curiosity as to the current time, so he looked around the room for a clock. Instead he saw not one, but TWO women, standing just inside the door, smiling at him. One, he saw right away, was clearly the woman who had brought him here. The other, though, he had never seen. Both were nude, and Charles felt his cock hardening as he stared at the unfamiliar woman's body.

"Did you enjoy your nap?", Rachel asked with a sly grin.

Charles glanced at her, his face flushing. He saw her looking at him, remembered gazing into those eyes, remembered falling into them... His body quivered, and his cock expanded even more. He nodded, his eyes darting unbidden back to the unfamiliar woman.

"Charles, I'd like to introduce you to... my partner." Rachel put her arm around Sandra and propelled her forward a step or two. Sandra grinned and nodded, her eyes fixed on Charles' cock as it bobbed back and forth. What would it feel like to have a cock inside her again? But no... she was just an observer, she reminded herself, rather glumly now.

"Hi. Nice to see you. I mean, meet you", she added with a chuckle.

"The pleasure is mine", Charles replied, meaning it. His cock was throbbing, straining. DAMN, this younger woman was nice-looking. And what a body! Rachel saw the look and grinned.

"Now now, dear, don't get too excited. She will not be joining us. I promised her she could be a part of this, but she will not play an active role as far as you are concerned. But she is beautiful, isn't she, Charles?" A plan was forming in Rachel's mind, and she smiled as she imagined it coming to fruition. Sandra's smile widened as Charles nodded, his eyes roaming over her breasts. Again, Rachel moved Sandra a little closer to where Charles lay, making sure he had a clear view of her lover's entire body.

"Look at her, Charles", Rachel said in a low voice. "She is so beautiful, isn't she, dear? Such a lovely body, such a pretty face." Charles nodded again, his face flushing, his eyes sweeping over Sandra like radar. Sandra suddenly realized what Rachel was up to, and she knew that her body and Rachel's voice would soon become the most important things in Charles' world. She stood up a little straighter, thrusting her breasts out towards him. Charles blinked, his eyes widening, his eyes fixed upon Sandra's rapidly-swelling nipples.

Rachel's hand slipped down and she patted Sandra's ass lovingly, sensing that Sandra now understood her intentions.

"And her nipples, Charles, so hard, so dark, so tempting. Look at her nipples, Charles, look closely, you can even see them getting harder, harder and harder, just as your cock is getting harder and harder. So hard now, so very hard. And her pubic hair, Charles, it is so inviting. So soft, so sexy, and your cock gets harder and harder."

Charles licked his lips, his eyes focused between Sandra's legs. Sandra shuddered, feeling herself getting wet, so wet, and so very hot.

"And her skin is so soft, Charles, her thighs so soft and tan and so very sexy. Look at her thighs, Charles, and imagine your hands gliding over them."

Charles' cock jerked back and forth, and he blinked several times as his eyes moved up and down Sandra's legs.

"Yes, Charles, so soft and warm and sexy. And now as you look at her body you, too, feel warm and sexy, Charles, so warm, so sexy. Look at her, Charles, feel yourself becoming more and more aroused as you look at her soft, warm body. At her soft, inviting pubic hair. At her hard, dark, tempting nipples."

Charles' eyes again roamed up and down Sandra's body while his cock waved back and forth. It twitched visibly with every beat of his heart. The color had faded from his cheeks, and his breathing, while slightly rapid, was steady and regular.

"Look at her face now, Charles, see how beautiful she really is. See how perfectly formed her cheekbones are, how soft and red and inviting her lips are. And her eyes, Charles, see how incredibly sexy her eyes are."

This was it, Sandra knew. Charles looked at her face for a few seconds, then his eyes met hers. There they remained, and Sandra felt a thrill running up and down her spine. He was going to be hypnotized by Rachel while staring into her own eyes.

"Yes, Charles, so deep, so sexy, such lovely eyes to look at. And you do look at them, Charles, you look deeper and deeper into them, as the deeper you look, the more sexy you find them, the more arousing, the more captivating they become. Already you find that you cannot look away, they are so sexy, so alluring, so deep. Deeper and deeper, Charles. Deeper and deeper."

Charles stared into the younger woman's eyes. How pretty she was, how pretty her eyes were. Eyes that went on forever. Eyes that seemed to reach out for him. Eyes that seemed to pull him in. Almost like... almost like... the other woman's eyes...

Sandra suppressed a moan as Charles' eyes glazed. His body seemed to sink a bit deeper into the bed as he surrendered to Rachel's voice and Sandra's eyes. Rachel dragged her nails down her lover's back, eliciting a very real shudder, as well as a soft moan. Then she stepped past Sandra and climbed onto the bed beside Charles.

"Keep right on looking deeply into her eyes, Charles. Deeper and deeper, sinking deeper and deeper into hypnosis. You love being hypnotized, Charles, I know you do. Enjoy this, Charles. Enjoy the sensations of deep hypnosis, and enjoy the sensations of what I am about to do."

Sandra could only continue staring into Charles' dulled eyes as Rachel knelt between his legs and took him into her mouth. Sandra moaned again as Rachel's mouth slid down the length of his shaft, could only tremble as her tongue circled the head of his cock. Charles stared into Sandra's eyes, helpless to look away, helpless to resist or assist Rachel's further exploration of his throbbing member.

"And now, Charles dear", Rachel said, her mouth filled with his flesh, "she will speak to you, and you will listen to her as you sink deeper and deeper into trance, and as your cock sinks deeper and deeper into my mouth." With that, Rachel took a deep breath, closed her lips tightly around Charles' erect cock, and drove herself down on him hard.

Sandra gasped, unable to watch what her lover was doing to Charles' manhood. Charles was fixated on her, and now he was waiting for her voice. Sandra tried to be mad at Rachel for putting her in this position, almost as helpless, in a way, as Charles was. He stared at her, deep into her eyes, waiting, waiting, as Rachel's mouth surrounded his cock.

"So deeply hypnotized", Sandra said, her voice unsteady. "Sinking deeper and deeper now, Charles, as you feel your cock sinking deeper and deeper into her mouth. So warm and wet and exciting, Charles, so deeply hypnotized, so incredibly aroused. Look deeply into my eyes and go even deeper into hypnosis for us, Charles." Sandra paused, and grinned. For US, she'd said. Oh, well. Wishful thinking, perhaps.

As Sandra continued, tightening the women's hold over Charles' open mind, Rachel continued sucking and licking Charles' cock. After a while, Charles was moaning with every breath, his body was moving slightly in spite of the depth of his trance. Sandra had not instructed him to remain still, and Charles was, of course, highly aroused.

Sandra noticed that Rachel was motioning to her, her mouth still wrapped around Charles' cock. Keeping her eyes locked on Charles', Sandra slowly moved toward the bed, following Rachel's gestures and climbing up. Rachel pointed to Charles' abdomen, and Sandra carefully climbed over Charles' body, straddling him, still staring deep into his eyes and speaking softly to the entranced, helpless, aroused man. She felt Rachel moving behind her, felt Rachel's arms around her, felt Rachel's fingers closing around her nipples. She heard the sound of foil being torn, heard the sound of a condom being slipped over a hard cock. Rachel moved some more, then Sandra heard a low, guttural moan behind her, and knew instinctively that Rachel had just mounted the man whose attention was fixed on her. She felt Rachel's teeth sharp against her shoulder, and Sandra paused, her eyelids fluttering, her breath taken away. "Take him deeper, darling", Rachel whispered, just before nibbling at Sandra's earlobe.

Sandra moaned. "Deeper, Charles", she gasped, her voice breaking. She could feel Rachel moving behind her, and putting one hand behind her back, Sandra found Rachel's body, impaled upon Charles' rock-hard cock. She slid her hand down, running it through Rachel's pubic hair, and found Rachel's clit. As she spoke to Charles, driving him deeper into hypnosis, she rubbed Rachel's clit gently, as Rachel herself rode their hypnotized guest. Rachel was still toying with Sandra's nipples and licking the back of her neck, occasionally nipping sharply with her teeth, or sucking lightly at an earlobe.

After a while, Sandra's voice trailed off. She could no longer focus on what she was saying to Charles, and it was hard to keep her eyes open for him to focus on. Her nipples were aching, a wonderful, erotic ache, and her lover's fingers continued to twist and tug at them.

Rachel moved up and down on Charles' cock, fully enjoying the feel of a hard cock buried deep inside her. She knew that Sandra's nipples would be extremely sensitive by now, and that licking her neck and ears would have about driven the young woman crazy by now. And so, when Sandra's voice faded and did not return, Rachel smiled, knowing it was time.

"Wake up, Charles", she said clearly. "Wake up."

Through half-closed eyes, Sandra saw Charles blink, felt his body shudder beneath her. Charles stared at her, at the young woman straddling him, and felt his cock buried deep in a steaming body. His mouth opened wide, and as Rachel peered joyfully over Sandra's shoulder, she squeezed his cock with every bit of her might, feeling the rush of ecstasy washing over her as she did so. Charles came. At the same instant, Rachel gasped one word into Sandra's ear. That word set off a reaction long conditioned into the younger woman's mind, and her body arched as she, too, experienced an intense climax.

For some time the room was filled with a jumble of moans, groans, sharp cries, and soft whimpers. Then, finally, it was silent but for ragged and unsteady breathing.

"Jesus."

The first coherent word was spoken by Charles. He looked up at the young woman who sat on his abdomen, saw the other woman leaning her head lovingly on her shoulder, whispering softly. The words were unclear, but the result was immediate and electrifying. The young woman's eyes closed all the way, her arm slipped away from around the older woman's neck, and she toppled sideways onto the bed. Charles just stared. "Jesus", Charles said again, his voice hoarse.

Rachel smiled at him as she removed herself from his cock, eliciting a gasp and a moan from Charles. She crawled up his body on her hands and knees, her eyes boring into his, a knowing smile on her lips.

"I have to tuck her in now, dear. You just rest for a little while, and I'll be back soon." Charles watched, wide-eyed, as Rachel rose up above him, staring down at him, placing her hands on the sides of his head. Her eyes burned into his, and before she even spoke, he knew he was slipping into trance. Her lips moved, her voice washed over him, but the words were indistinct as his consciousness slipped away.

Most of the rest of the night was something of a blur for Charles. He was, for the most part, never quite certain at any given moment whether he was awake or hypnotized, experiencing or dreaming. The fact that Rachel could make those two indistinguishable was, for the time being, lost on him.

There was one episode that he recalled clearly. The woman had been kneeling on the bed beside him, gently caressing and stroking his cock with her fingers. She didn't say a word, she just traced his hardness with the tips of her fingers as she gazed at it with an expression of intense concentration. He groaned and shook, every nerve in his body sending wave after wave of ecstasy into his already overloaded nervous system. And yet, strangely, he had felt no urgent need to cum. He was quite content to just lie there and let this sweet torture go on forever. After an unknown length of time, she had looked at him and smiled, her fingers still sliding up and down his shaft.

"Can you imagine, Charles dear? Staying hard all night long. All night long, hard and ready. But I could never do that to you. If a man has an erection for more than four hours, it will... how do I put this... damage him physically*. I don't wish to damage you, Charles. I wish to use you for my own pleasure, and I wish to bring you pleasure. And, Charles, I am going to teach you about pleasure, how to give it, and how to experience it. You've experienced pleasure before, and you've experienced even greater pleasure this evening. And, Charles, the pleasure will grow even more intense as the night goes on. I know that is hard for you to believe, dear, but please trust me. I can, and I will, teach you how to experience pleasure beyond anything you've ever dreamed of."

Charles looked at her and knew she meant every word, but could not quite believe he could feel any better without actually cumming. She smiled at him as if reading his mind, which, he reflected, she just may be capable of.

Rachel reached up and took Charles' left nipple between the fingers of her left hand and twisted gently. Charles gasped and moaned, and as his clouded eyes opened again, he saw her leaning down closer to him. Seconds later, he heard her whispering into his ear. For an instant, the sensations flowing from his cock and nipple were so extreme that he actually cried out. Then, just as suddenly, everything went dark. He lay quiet and still as Rachel whispered to him, touched him, caressed him, explaining to his wide- open mind how he could experience pleasure such as this in the future.

It took him a while to decide that he really was awake this time, and that the glow behind the curtains indicated it was morning. He looked around the unfamiliar room to find the dark-haired woman standing in the doorway, watching him with a smile. She was still nude, and appeared as if she were fresh from the shower, which, in fact, she was.

"Good morning, dear", she said softly. "I think it's time you washed up a bit." She came closer to him, and somehow he sensed this would be no ordinary shower. The sight of her nude body and the memory of what had happened when last he was in her shower instantly brought his cock to life.

Rachel saw it and chuckled. "Not now, dear, all in good time." She leaned over the bed and kissed the very tip of his cock.

Charles groaned and moved his hips, hoping to slide his cock a bit deeper into Rachel's mouth, but she smiled and stood up again. "My...partner is in the other room, sleeping. I hope you enjoyed meeting her. I know you will remember her eyes", she added with a twinkle in her own eyes. Charles nodded, remembering very well the younger woman capturing and holding his attention while the dark-haired beauty had made love to him. And then...and then the dark-haired woman had whispered in her ear, and she had fallen over, utterly hypnotized, instantly. Charles trembled at the memory, amazed at the power this lovely woman held.

And he was now subject to that power, he realized with some surprise. He had been too confused, too aroused, the night before, to think about it much. But the image of the younger woman toppling sideways, her eyes rolling up and closing, of the expression on the dark-haired woman's face as she watched her partner slipping into trance...She was fully aware of her power, and she knew exactly how to use it. And now she had used it on him. Did that imply that he would be at her beck and call from now on? He stirred, and smiled as he realized that wasn't exactly an unpleasant thought. She had said that they would only be together for one night, but would she release him from her spell entirely?

Charles looked at the woman beside him and sincerely hoped not.

"Thank you", he said quietly. She looked surprised, startled, for a moment, then smiled, gently and almost sadly.

"It is I who should be thanking you, dear. For being as understanding as you have been. For allowing me to share a fantasy with you. Would it disturb you to know that I have been known to share some of my fantasies with my female clients, most of whom do not ever remember the pleasure they have experienced, that they have shared with me?" Rachel felt her cheeks burning as, for some unknown reason, she spoke out loud her greatest secret. That was one bit of information, she realized, that might have to be erased from Charles' memory of this encounter. Recovering, she watched carefully for his reaction.

Charles was stunned. He stared at her, aghast at the thought of her using her clients. Then, in spite of himself, he imagined this woman in a dimly lit office with a woman sitting in a big recliner, her body utterly relaxed, her mind captivated by this woman's power. Power. That word again.

How could she not? he asked himself. How could she have the power to make him do this, the power to control her partner as she did, and not use it? How could she not whisper softly to a helpless woman in her office, how could she not use that power to bring herself pleasure? He had seen the younger woman slipping away, had felt how intensely erotic that sight was, and wondered how anyone could place someone under their power and not take advantage of it.

"It doesn't...disturb me", he said slowly, his cock throbbing. "What you can do...I mean, how could you resist? Watching you last night, when you whispered to your...partner...and watching her fall over...that was...that was one of the most...that was one of the hottest things I've ever seen. And the things you've shared with me...the things I've felt...how could anyone resist that?"

I can't, Rachel thought to herself. I am a creature of pleasure. She did not say those words, however. Instead, she smiled at him. "Resistance was not one of your problems, was it, dear?", she asked lightly, changing the subject. Charles grinned and shook his head.

"No, I don't think so. And I'll never look at my cell phone the same way again, either."

Rachel nodded and chuckled, then looked at him closely, her voice softening. "I know you won't. From now on, every time it rings, every time you use it, every time you even look at it - you will remember me."

Charles nodded slowly. "Yeah", he said. "Yeah, I think you're right."

Rachel leaned closer to him. Charles trembled, wondering if she was going to use her power again. When he saw she was staring at him, unblinking, he knew she was, and he also knew there was no resisting this time either.

Her lips moved.

The next thing he knew, he was standing in the shower as Rachel carefully bathed him. He sighed and moaned as her hands explored his body once again, the soap slippery and fragrant on his skin. She seemed to take a long time sudsing his still-erect cock, smiling gently at him the whole time. She didn't say a word, and yet Charles could sense the power she held in check, the power to entrance him with one word, one look. The power she had used on him all night long. The power she had used on her partner for who knew how long. The power she used on her clients.

He groaned again, shuddering as again he imagined an unsuspecting woman in her office, spellbound by that power, captured by her voice, subject to her wishes and desires. He gasped and looked down at her, down into her eyes, hoping she would see his desire, hoping she would cast that power over him right now.

She looked up from her task and saw the look on his face, knew it for what it was. She stood, picked up the shower head and rinsed him off. Helping him out of the tub, she then dried him off without a word. His cock remained rigid, and he too remained silent, watching her...and waiting.

"Close your eyes please, dear", she said softly. He held his breath as he did, wondering what her plans were. He felt her hand around his shaft again, and then to his surprise, felt her pulling on him. "Come with me, Charles", she said, and led him, by his cock, out of the bathroom.

He followed her into her bedroom, his cock hard, his eyes closed, his mind whirling. He felt her let go, but quickly decided to leave his eyes closed until told to open them. He heard her chuckle.

"Very good, dear, but you may open your eyes now."

She was lying on the bed, nude, legs spread wide, and holding a condom. "This is the last one", she said, waving it back and forth. "When you arrived there were two full boxes of these. This is all that's left", she said again, still swinging it back and forth. "Come here, please, Charles."

Staring at the last of two dozen condoms, remembering scattered details about how some of the other twenty three had been used, he slowly walked towards her. Her voice washed over him as he paused beside the bed.

"Yes, Charles, look at it. It's the last one, and I've been saving it for now. This is a very special condom, Charles, look at it closely. This is a hypnotic condom." Something in Charles' mind wondered about that, but he quickly remembered that pretty much everything about this woman was hypnotic. His eyes remained on it as she continued.

"When I slip this condom over your cock, Charles, your cock will respond to my suggestions, to my wishes, to my desires. You will have no control over it yourself. Your cock will be hypnotized, and it will do as I ask of it. Look at it, Charles, you know it to be true. When I put this condom over your hard cock, your cock will respond to my suggestions."

Charles believed it. He believed everything this dark-haired beauty said. If that rubber was hypnotic, then it was hypnotic, it was that simple. He watched, fascinated, captivated, as she opened the condom and slowly, so slowly, leaned over toward him. He watched as she placed it over his cock, slowly unrolling it, sliding it down over his thick shaft. When she moved her hands away to admire her handiwork, his eyes remained fixed on his cock, as it pulsed and quivered.

"Put it inside me, Charles", she said very quietly, laying back down on the bed. Charles clambered onto the bed, following his cock, and positioned himself above her. He watched as his cock slid inside her, he felt her body closing around him, heard her inhaling. "Just leave it there for a few moments while it gets harder, dear. It is getting harder, Charles, you can feel it, can't you, dear?"

"Yes", he said, feeling his cock growing harder, it seemed, with every beat of his heart. He looked at her now, at her face, as his cock waited within her, waited for her words, for her guidance. She looked up at him and smiled softly.

"So hard, Charles, it feels so good. Thicker and thicker, harder and harder, and your body is so relaxed now, isn't it, Charles, dear?"

"Yes", he said, as he felt a wave of relaxation flooding over him, even as his cock continued to grow inside her.

"Good, Charles, dear, very good. So hard, so relaxed. Make love to me, Charles. Make love to me now."

Charles blinked, trembled, and felt his hips start moving.

He lay beside her, gasping for air, enjoying the soft sounds of her gentle moans. The single remaining condom had served its purpose, and was now clinging to his dwindling cock. He felt her, soft and warm against him, and shuddered as he recalled the blinding ecstasy that this last effort had provided him. Perhaps it was her soft words as they moved together, perhaps it was that magic, hypnotic condom, but he could never recall waiting so long, or cumming for so long, or so hard. Spent, he lay beside her, slowly getting his breath back, as the sun rose higher outside the curtains.

He opened his eyes to look at her again, and found her eyes there, waiting for him. His last conscious memory of her was those eyes reaching out for him.

Rachel closed and locked the door. She smiled as she heard Charles' car starting. It had been a very enjoyable encounter. She certainly had picked the right man, and she had made sure there were no tearful, drawn-out farewells.

Charles drove away smiling, remembering almost everything. Rachel's comments about her clients was lost to his memory, he would forget where she lived as soon as he got home - and he had never even known her name. He pulled into his driveway with a smile, a smile that grew as he placed his cell phone on the kitchen counter. For a moment he just stood there, looking at it and smiling. Remembering. And as he looked at it, he thought he heard a faraway voice, a voice he knew intimately. "My gift to you is pleasure", the voice said. "Be well, always." Somehow he knew his sex life would never be the same.

Quietly going upstairs, Rachel went into the room where Sandra slept. She lay down beside her sleeping partner and gently caressed her shoulder. Sandra stirred, rolled over, and opened her eyes. "Is he gone?", she asked after a moment.

Rachel nodded. "Yes, dear, he is. That was very nice, I enjoyed it greatly. He was very pleasant."

Sandra sat up and looked at her suspiciously. "Pleasant? You spent all night making love to him and all you can say is he was PLEASANT?"

Her reply was a wink. Sandra laughed, leaned over, and kissed her lover tenderly. "Thank you for letting me be there", she whispered in Rachel's ear before nuzzling her neck.

"And thank you for being here with me, my darling", Rachel replied, her hand slipping between her lover's legs. Sandra moaned softly, opening herself for the older woman beside her. Sandra felt Rachel's lips on her breast and moaned a bit louder.