There was a long silence. Russell stared out the window at the falling snow, trying very hard not to look at Carol. He had never noticed how well- built she was. Seeing her in a tight top and stretchies was quite a shock, especially under the circumstances. He shifted in the chair and tried to think of something else. The last thing in the world he wanted was for a tent to form in the towel which covered his midriff.

In fact, Carol was keeping a close eye on that towel. She casually sat down in the other chair - which happened to be between the couch and the window. She was sure Russell was trying not to look at her, and now the only other place he had to look was out the window. She took a sip of her brandy and watched him from the corner of her eye. She noticed his chest hair, dark, not thick but not sparse. His muscles were well-toned, and she recalled having heard him mention to someone that he worked out at a gym at the mall.

The warmth inside her was growing, fed by the brandy and the sight of her obviously nervous, almost-naked guest. She watched him take another sip of his brandy and sigh, making himself a bit more comfortable in the chair. He was still looking out the window. It was time.

"It looks prettier from inside, doesn't it?", she asked in a quiet voice. He nodded, taking another drink.

"Yeah, for sure. Amazing how your perspective changes, isn't it?" Carol trembled slightly, her face flushing. Oh, Russell, how right you are. You have no idea how right you are. Your perspective is certainly going to change, and you'll never look at some things the same way again. And I'm one of those things.

"Yes, it is. Outside, it's windy and cold. Inside, here, it's nice and warm and comfortable. You can feel the warmth of the air around you, you can feel the warmth of the brandy within you. It really is so much nicer to sit inside with me and watch the falling snow."

He nodded again, his hand on the table, still holding the glass. His eyes were focused outside, on the swirling snow.

"The falling snow is so pretty, and so unique. Pick one snowflake as it falls, and watch it fall all the way down, all the way down. Look closely at it as it falls, and you realize that snowflake is unlike any other snowflake anywhere. Each snowflake is different, each snowflake is special, wonderful in its uniqueness. Pick another snowflake now, and watch it fall down, down, down to the ground, coming finally to rest on all the other millions of snowflakes that fell before it. Millions upon millions of snowflakes, each and every one different, each and every one special. There's another one now, see it falling, watch it fall, and notice how different it is from all the others. A single, individual snowflake, unique and alone, falling gently, spinning, floating down, down, gently, falling, until it comes to rest along with all the other snowflakes. It is still unique now, but it is no longer alone. It lies on the ground with all the millions of other snowflakes. Find another snowflake now, and watch it fall, falling down, down to the ground, and when it reaches the ground, find another one to watch. One after the other, the snowflakes fall, down, down, gently drifting, slowly falling, sometimes moving back and forth, back and forth."

She was looking right at him now, but he didn't notice. He was staring out the window, a slightly puzzled expression on his face. His eyes moved only slightly, as he watched snowflake after snowflake fall slowly to the ground.

He had never really paid attention to snowflakes before, and now, for some reason, they were all he could think of. He felt rather strange, sort of detached in a way, but he found the snowflakes too fascinating to worry about it. He did indeed feel a warm glow inside, a glow which seemed to be slowly spreading throughout his body. A warm, heavy sensation that felt absolutely wonderful after his ordeal with the snow shovel.

"Back and forth, falling down, down. And as the snowflakes slowly drift down, down, you yourself begin to feel as if you are drifting down. Slowly and gently drifting, feeling so good, so warm and comfortable, watching the falling snow and drifting down with it, and each time one comes to rest, you find another and drift down along with it. Drifting freely and easily, just like a snowflake that never hits the ground, down, down, sometimes gently back and forth, back and forth. So warm and comfortable as you drift, without a care in the world. Just let yourself go, just like a snowflake, and allow my voice to carry you as the soft breeze carries the snowflake. So warm and comfortable, your muscles relaxing more and more as the warmth grows within you. Warm and comfortable and relaxed, drifting just like a snowflake, allowing my voice to guide you safely back and forth, back and forth, down, down, gently, deeper and deeper."

He sat motionless, staring raptly out the window. She noticed that his fingers had relaxed their grip on his brandy glass, and now rested limply on the table. His eyes were glassy, his jaw hanging open just a bit.

He had no idea what was going on. All he knew was that the snowflakes were incredibly soothing somehow, so relaxing. He was semi-aware of Carol's voice, but had no idea what she was saying, or even if she was talking to him. His body seemed almost numb, but it was a pleasant, warm, peaceful sort of numb. And as the snowflakes fell, one after the other, drifting down slowly and gently, he drifted slowly and gently into a trance.

"So deeply relaxed", she whispered softly, knowing he heard every word she said. "Deeper and deeper. More deeply relaxed than you've ever been before. Allow my voice to carry you as the breeze carries the snowflakes as your eyes drift closed and you come to rest in a different place, no longer alone, knowing you are safe and comfortable and relaxed here with me now as you let yourself relax totally now. Relax completely and just let go, it feels so good to let each and every muscle become limp and loose. It feels so good to allow your mind to remain resting comfortably, with not a care in the world, as my voice carries you gently and safely."

She watched, heart racing, as his eyelids flickered several times and then closed for good. His body seemed to settle just a bit deeper into the chair, and his head tipped back, coming to rest on the padded headrest.

Carol was shaking as she stood up and closed the curtains.
 

She stood there for a moment, just looking at him. So peaceful, so placid. Unbidden, an image came to her, an image of him above her, eyes squeezed shut, sweat dripping from him as he made wild love to her. She shuddered, and walked quickly back to where she had been sitting. Picking up her brandy, she downed what little remained in one quick gulp.

Russell sat in the chair, oblivious to his hostess's intentions. In fact, he was pretty much oblivious to everything. His ears heard sounds, but those sounds meant nothing to his lethargic mind. The only sound that would have meaning was her voice, and at the moment that voice was silent. He sat quietly, his body and mind wrapped in a warm, comfortable fog of total relaxation and calmness. Russell was indeed hypnotized.

Carol had no detailed plan for seducing Russell. Now, she looked at him, waiting patiently for her next words, utterly uncaring of anything else. Waiting only for her. Only for her. Waiting is so very erotic, she thought with a smile.

Her eyes dropped down to the towel covering his groin. She shuddered again, resisting the temptation to just pull it away right then and there. In her mind, she imagined what lay quietly beneath that towel, and how she would slowly, gradually, maddeningly change that soft piece of flesh and muscle into a throbbing object of exquisite passion. Absently, she took another sip of her brandy before realizing the glass was already empty. She smiled and set the glass down. No more, she told herself. I need all my wits about me for this.

What next, she pondered. What next. He looks so damn good sitting there, waiting for me. Waiting to hear my voice.

"It feels so nice, doesn't it, Russell? So very nice to just relax totally, to just BE, to not have a care in the world. Feels so nice to relax even more, more and more with every word I say."

Something she had read came to her now. It had said something about a person who is hypnotized quickly, a few times in a row, might tend to go a bit deeper. She wasn't sure if she had it quite right, but she decided to try it.

"Russell, in a few minutes, your eyes are going to open and you will find yourself back here with me. You'll remember sitting here with me, enjoying the falling snow. There is no need for you to trouble yourself by remembering my speaking to you during that time, or while your eyes were closed and you were so deeply and comfortably relaxed."

"And, Russell, when your eyes open, you will soon realize that I am quite eager to show you something, something that you may not think you are interested in. Deep down inside, though, you will know that you really should show an interest in what I want to show you, since you are the guest, and you should be polite. And you are so polite, Russell..."

So polite, and so unaware of what's happening. So unaware that in a little while, that towel will be on the floor and your cock will be.... Carol realized her voice had trailed off, and she giggled self-consciously.

"So, Russell, I'm going to count from one to five, and at the count of five, your eyes will be open and you'll be alert and wide awake." Carol sat back down in her chair and, slowly, trembling, counted Russell back. It was quite an effort to sit still as she watched him gradually rise up from the depths of trance.

His eyes opened slowly, searching the ceiling for any clue as to what was happening. Finding none, he blinked several times and, sighing a mighty sigh, stretched, his arms reaching upwards, his feet pointed out. Carol stared as the towel moved slightly.

It took Russell a moment to fully come to his senses. When he finally caught sight of Carol, sitting quivering in her chair, his eyes opened wide.

"Oh, shit! Carol, I'm sorry. That shoveling must have taken more out of me than I realized. I thought I was in better shape, but I must have just plain fallen asleep! God, I'm sorry..."

His face turned beet red, and she clearly detected the distress in his voice. She smiled, wondering what thoughts were churning in his mind.

He was wondering much the same thing. He had been sitting there looking out the window, and the next thing, he's apologizing for falling asleep! How on earth would she react to having her guest act like that?

How long was I asleep, he wondered dismally. Damn, this is a hell of an impression I'm making on her. Sitting here wearing only a towel and then falling asleep on her!

The towel! Quickly, he looked down, sighing with relief when he realized everything that had been covered was still covered.

He looked up as Carol stood. She was grinning, but it was a faintly hurt grin. "It's OK, Russell. I know guys don't pay much attention to jewelry so I really wasn't surprised when you sort of keeled over." She was still grinning, but Russell was now very confused indeed.

"Jewelry? I was... I thought we were looking out the window..."

She laughed and nodded. "Jeez, am I that boring? You said you'd had enough of the snow, and I closed the curtains and was showing you my necklace when you started snoring!"

Russell wanted to shrink down into the chair and disappear. Noticing the brandy glass still beside him, he picked it up and swallowed what was left. Grimacing, he set the glass down, and looked up at Carol with not a little trepidation as she came closer to him.

"Carol, I'm..."

"Russell, it's OK. But now that I have your attention, will you promise to pay attention this time? For me? Just for a few minutes?"

Russell's head bobbed rapidly up and down. "Yeah. Sure. I will. I'm sorry. I'll pay attention..."

"Russell! STOP!!" Carol was laughing out loud now. Chastised, Russell smiled uncomfortably, sinking back down into his chair as if to hide.

Carol stood beside Russell's chair and removed the chain from around her neck. She held it in front of him, allowing the pendant to dangle before his eyes. She watched his eyes move to it, remain on it, and spoke very softly.

"This is what I was trying to show you, Russell. Isn't it lovely? See how the light dances off it, see how the colors radiate from it. Watch it as it moves back and forth, watch it spin, slowly around, and around, and around, as it moves back and forth, back and forth, back and forth."

Russell stared at the crystal. He didn't remember anything about her wanting to show it to him. It was rather pretty, he admitted to himself. Why was she talking like that, though?

"Focus your attention on the crystal", Carol said quietly. "You promised me you'd pay attention. Pay close attention now, watch closely as the crystal swings slowly gently, easily, around and around, back and forth. It's so relaxing to watch, so soothing to watch the crystal move back and forth. Close attention now, your eyes follow its every movement, closer and closer attention, you find yourself being drawn to it now, drawn to it as you focus more and more intently on the crystal. Back and forth, around and around, your eyes follow it, never leaving it, total attention, total focus. Paying attention, total attention, allow everything but the crystal to fade from your sight, allow everything but my voice to fade from your hearing. Total focus, total concentration. And as your awareness narrows to only my voice and the crystal, your body begins to fade away as well, to relax and let go, to let go completely, limp and loose and lazy. Allow your body to let go completely while your eyes focus only on the crystal and your ears focus only on my voice. Your body melts away... relaxing... so relaxed... Oh, Russell, relax totally for me now... Deeper and deeper for me..."

Russell never knew what was happening. He dutifully watched the crystal, as he had told Carol he would, and all of a sudden his body seemed to dissolve. His thoughts were too woolly to try and understand why this would be so, or to think about why Carol's voice seemed to be affecting him in some very strange way. And before these disjointed thoughts could go any farther, his mind surrendered to Carol's hypnotic induction, and he slipped gently into a deep trance.

Carol's voice faded away again as well. Russell's eyes glazed over, and his body seemed to melt into the chair. But Carol's eyes were focused on the towel.

The soft, thick fabric was slowly forming a tent as Russell's cock expanded beneath it.

Carol watched, enraptured, as Russell's cock slowly rose beneath the towel. The rest of his body was utterly limp, slumped back in the chair, his breathing slow and steady.

Feeling a bit weak in the knees, she sank down into her chair, her eyes never leaving her entranced guest. Leaning back, she took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.

Having never hypnotized a half-naked man before, Carol pondered her options again. The urge to remove the towel and see what was underneath was quite strong, but after a few moments of contemplation she decided against it. Smiling, she stood again and walked over to his chair.

"Russell, you would be much more comfortable if you allowed your hands to rest in your lap. Let me move your hands for you, so they rest comfortably and quietly in your lap, and you relax more and more completely."

There was no reaction, so Carol gently took moved Russell's hands so they rested in his lap, almost touching the stiff rod which held up the towel.

"There, now, that's much better, and you go deeper and deeper, and relax so much more, so much more with every breath, with every word that I say to you. Just sitting there feeling wonderful and not worrying about anything at all, just sitting there completely comfortable and relaxing deeper and deeper."

Still no reaction from Russell, except maybe a soft sigh. Quivering again, Carol continued, choosing her words carefully.

"And as you sit here, totally comfortable, completely at ease, and so very deeply relaxed, you become aware of the fact that your body is reacting to the extremely pleasurable sensations you are experiencing. You also become aware that you may easily and effortlessly answer any questions I may ask you, and both the questions and answers will send you deeper and deeper into relaxation. Each question I ask, each question you answer, makes it easier and easier to answer, openly and honestly."

"So relaxed now, Russell, so very relaxed, feeling so wonderful. Now please tell me, Russell, do extremely pleasurable sensations usually give you an erection?"

There was a pause, and Russell's face flushed a bit. Carol held her breath, wondering if he was going to wake up. Russell stirred, ever so slightly. Then his mouth began to move soundlessly, haltingly. A moment more, and Carol heard a garbled 'yes'. A wave of relief washed over her, and she grinned as she went on.

"Good, Russell, very good. You have an erection right now, don't you? It's perfectly all right to tell me, you know that answering my questions will allow you to relax even deeper."

"Yes", Russell said thickly.

"Oh, yes, Russell, you have such a huge erection, and you go even deeper now as you imagine your hard, hard cock. You like it when I say the word cock, don't you Russell? It brings you pleasure, doesn't it?"

"Yes", Russell replied with a red face.

"I like talking about your cock, too, Russell. I like telling you how hard it is, how big it is. You know it's nice and safe under the towel, Russell, and you know I can't see it, but I can see how big it is under the towel. It's so big, Russell, you must be experiencing incredible pleasure. And you know, Russell, that the pleasure can increase, and it will increase. Being totally relaxed and open, like you are now, allows the pleasure to be even more intense. Your cock gets harder, and you go deeper, and you listen to my voice and you go deeper, and your cock gets harder. It's wonderful, isn't it, Russell?"

"Yes", Russell answered, his face flaring. Carol, watching closely, noticed him shaking a little as well.

Russell had no idea what was going on. It seemed like a vague, hazy, pleasant dream. He knew Carol was around somewhere, he could hear her voice, but he wasn't at all sure about what was really happening. He knew his cock was hard, and it felt so very good. Maybe that was all that mattered.

"Relax, Russell. Relax completely. Let yourself go completely. The deeper you go, the more intense the pleasure will be. Your cock is so hard, so ready, just waiting. Waiting. You notice that every time you hear me say the word cock, your cock moves a little bit. It turns you on to hear me talk about your cock, Russell. You can tell me. You can tell me this turns you on. Go ahead, Russell. Go ahead and tell me that this turns you on."

There was another short pause while Russell's jaw moved. Finally, he whispered, "This turns me on." Carol leaned on the table to stay upright.

"Oh God...", she whispered to herself. "Oh my god...."

Collecting herself, she spoke to him again, her voice a bit higher than it had been.

"That is such a nice thing to say, Russell, it's so nice to say that this is turning you on. I like turning you on, Russell, I like helping you to relax even deeper and get even more turned on. Looking at your hard cock under the towel turns me on too, Russell. It looks so big, so ready, waiting, waiting. I wish I could take it in my mouth. I wish I could run my tongue up the underside of it. I wish I could trace each little vein, and then run my tongue around the head. I wish I could take it deep in my mouth, I wish I could feel the head of it pressing against the back of my throat. I wish I could make it cum. I wish I could suck you and lick you until you came. Would you like that, Russell? Would you like to feel my mouth on your cock?"

Russell was visibly trembling now, his cock jerking back and forth beneath the towel. His face was bright red, his mouth was open, his breath ragged and uneven.

"Yes", he croaked. "Oh, god, yes...."

"Take a nice deep breath, Russell, a nice, deep, long breath. There, that's it, very good. Now hold it for a moment. Good. Five, four, three, two, one, exhale and go even deeper into relaxation. Deeper and deeper. Now take another nice deep breath, nice and deep, hold it, hold it now, five, four, three, two one, exhale and go even deeper. Relax even more totally. You've never been this relaxed before, have you, Russell?"

Some of the color had left his face, and his breathing was easier now. Carol's deepening had calmed his desire somewhat. "No", he mumbled.

"This is a new experience for you, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"I like sharing new experiences with you, Russell. I like saying the word cock to you and watching your cock move. I like thinking about having your huge cock in my mouth. I like thinking of making you cum. I like thinking about making you moan. Do you ever moan when you're turned on, Russell?"

"Yes." His face was beet red again, his voice barely audible.

"I would love to hear that. I would love to turn you on so much that you moan for me. That would turn me on so much. Can you imagine your cock deep in my mouth? Can you feel the wetness, the warmth? Can you feel my tongue moving around? Can you feel it, Russell?"

He was shaking again, and his voice was unsteady as he said yes.

"Imagine it. My breath on your cock. My lips on your balls. You like it when I talk about your balls, don't you, Russell?"

"Yes", he said, his voice breaking.

"Good. I can talk about your cock and I can talk about your balls and I can turn you on and I can bring you deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper into relaxation. Deeper and deeper, Russell, more and more relaxed, more and more turned on. Feel how hard your cock is, feel it waving there, hidden under the towel, making the towel stick up in the air. I know it's hard, Russell, I know how hard your cock is. I know you are imagining me sucking your cock as you go deeper. I know you are imagining me licking your balls as you relax more and more."

Russell was quivering in the chair, his cock poking up under the towel. His face was still flushed, his breathing unsteady. Carol knew that if she were to remove the towel she would find the wet gleam of precum on the tip of his cock.

"You've never felt anything like this before, have you, Russell?"

"No", he said, with difficulty. Carol smiled.

"Are you really, really turned on?"

"Ahhhhh.... yesss........"

"Can you feel my lips wrapped around your hard, hard cock?"

He shuddered violently, and it was a moment before he stammered yes.

"Can you feel my hands cupping your balls?"

"Ooooooooooooooooohhhhhh godddddddddddddddd.............yyyesssss.."

"Your COCK is so hard, Russell, and your BALLS are swelling, aching. You feel me touching you, licking you, sucking you. Feel it, Russell. Feel my lips, my tongue, my hands. Go deeper and feel me pleasing you, feel me sucking your COCK and playing with your BALLS. Feel the pleasure increase with every word I say to you, feel the pleasure increase with each beat of your heart. More and more turned on, Russell. Aching. Yearning. Wanting."
 

"You want it, Russell, you want it so badly now. You are so totally relaxed, so totally turned on. You've never, ever imagined anything like it before, such incredible sensations of relaxation and arousal. Every beat of your heart relaxes your mind more and more, every breath opens your mind more and more, every word I say to you arouses you more and more. So relaxed, so open, so eager to experience these sensations. Sensations of my hand cupping your balls. Sensations of my mouth sucking your cock. Your hard, hard cock, Russell. Your cock is so hard, and yet the rest of your body is totally relaxed. Your cock is so hard, so ready. You want this so badly, Russell, you just want this to go on and on. You want it to go on and on as you sink deeper and deeper into relaxation, as your mind and body open up more and more so that you may accept these wonderful sensations. Let go, Russell. Let go and surrender to the feelings. Surrender to my hand on your balls. Surrender to my mouth on your cock. Surrender to my voice as it sends you deeper."

Russell sat quivering in the chair, quite obviously utterly under the influence of Carol's voice. The towel which covered his raging cock poked high into the air. His hands, still in his lap, twitched slightly every few seconds. His mouth hung open, every other breath a soft, almost anguished moan.

Carol herself was also under the influence of the power of the moment. She stared at Russell as she spoke, her eyes never leaving him, darting from the towel to his face and back again. She was aware of the heat between her legs, of her nipples straining against her pink top, against the silky softness of the expensive bra she wore. Once again, she wondered if she should just yank the towel away and jump on that huge tent pole, but she shuddered and took a deep breath instead.

"You want to cum, don't you, Russell?", she asked softly, her eyes fixed upon his flushed face.

"ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.......yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......."

Carol shuddered again, knowing that in mere moments, he would. She would bring him to climax using only the power of her voice and the power of his mind.

"Yes, yes, Russell, you're so turned on, so aroused, you want to cum so badly. Let go, let go totally, give in to the feelings, give in to my voice. Your cock is so hard, so ready, it's ready to explode, you're ready to explode, all you can think about is cumming. Nothing else matters but my voice and the ache in your cock and the need in your balls. You want to cum, Russell, you NEED to cum. And when you do, it's going to feel better than anything you've ever felt in your life. You feel your balls in my hand and your cock in my mouth and you know that you HAVE to cum, you can't possibly wait any longer. You MUST cum, Russell. You MUST come."

Russell was moaning constantly now, his body trembling and shaking.

"Go ahead, Russell. Give in. Surrender totally to the feelings, to the sound of my voice. Cum, Russell. Don't resist it any more. Surrender, and CUM, Russell."

There was a slight pause, and Russell's body seemed to tense. His head tipped back and he groaned loudly, his body heaving and shuddering.

Carol, watching raptly, didn't bother wondering how her hand had gotten inside her stretch pants. She stopped speaking, but was moaning quietly as Russell moaned and writhed, then slowly fell silent and went limp in the chair, breathing heavily.
 
Taking a deep breath, Carol withdrew her hand and spoke in an unsteady voice.
 

"Oh, God", Russell stammered again. He shook his head as if to clear his thoughts. Carol smiled at his expression.
 
"Here, let me...", Carol said. Puzzled, Russell looked at her, and almost cringed when she reached for him. He blinked as she took the towel in her hands and gently began cleaning him up. He watched, speechless, as she toweled him more or less dry.

"Carol, what the hell's going on? I had a drink, we were talking, and the next thing I know, I'm... um... I'm... cumming. Jesus", he muttered, reaching for his glass on the table. Finding it empty, he sighed, shook his head again, and leaned back, gazing down at his shrunken rod. "Damn.. that was... wow..."
 
Carol nodded, smiling slightly. "Yes, I know. Like nothing you've ever felt before. You've never felt like that in your life, have you?"
 
Russell shook his head slowly, looking at his cock, then Carol. "Um, no, actually, I haven't. That was... really something... Thanks... "
 
Carol's eyes narrowed. "Don't thank me, Russell. You don't have to thank me - at least not with words. You'll thank me enough as time goes on." Russell's brow furrowed as he tried to decide what she meant by that. "Russell, you noticed I'm naked, right?" Russell grinned, flushed, and nodded.
 
"Um. Oh yeah. I noticed..."
 
"And did you notice my pretty necklace?" Russell blinked and looked at the pendant, nestled comfortably in her cleavage.
 
"Yeah..."
 
"Look closely at it, Russell." Carol cupped her breasts with her palms, her fingers pointing inwards, directing his eyes to the pendant. Russell stared, eyes wide, cheeks red.
 
"Closer."
 
Russell blinked and licked his lips. His eyes wandered to the sides for a quick moment, trying to see her covered nipples, then fixed themselves again on the pendant.
 
"Closer, Russell. You want to feel it again, I know you do. I'm going to help you feel it again. All you have to do is look at the necklace and relax. Relax, Russell. Don't look away from the pendant, feel it pulling you closer and closer, feel yourself falling deeper and deeper. I'm going to make you cum again, Russell, I'm going to relax you totally and make you cum again. It's so nice being able to make you cum. And as you stare at the pendant, as you find you can't look away, your mind clears, calms itself, opens itself to me. Your body relaxes, goes limp and loose. But your cock, Russell, your cock responds to my voice by getting harder.. and harder... and harder... as you sink deeper... and deeper... and deeper.. into the power of my voice. Let go, Russell. Let it happen."
 
She watched closely, watching his face, watching the muscles loosen, watching his shoulders sag. His eyes glazed over, his breathing slowed. And his cock slowly grew, until it pulsed with every beat of his heart. Carol shuddered and knew what she was going to do next.
 
"Russell - you don't have any contagious diseases, do you? AIDS or anything?" Russell shook his head slowly, lethargically, and mumbled no.
 
Carol felt her heart racing. Staring into his glassy eyes, eyes that were fixed between her breasts, she climbed up into the chair with her enthralled guest, positioning herself directly above his raging member.
 
"Wake up, Russell."
 
He blinked rapidly, trying to focus, surprised to find her so close. When he realized she was naked, kneeling above him, his jaw dropped and his eyes opened wide.
 
Staring deep into those eyes, she spoke, her voice raw.
 
"Fuck me, Russell."
 
In total shock, he felt her drive herself downward, impaling herself on his engorged cock. His voice would not rise above a whimper. "Holy shit..."
 
Wrapping her hands around his neck, Carol bounced up and down wildly, her breasts swaying, her pendant swinging back and forth. He sat there, hips moving automatically, as she rode him. "I made you cum before, Russell. I made you cum like you never came before", she panted.
 
"And your cock is hard again for me, ready for me, aching to cum again. I made you cum once, and I can make you cum again, Russell. I can make you cum whenever I want. I can make you cum until you turn inside out."
 
Russell said nothing. He could not yet grasp what was happening. He had already cum once, and was now being ridden by a woman who, until a few short hours before, had merely been a sometimes-coworker. All of a sudden she was much more than that. She was someone who could bring him pleasure undreamed of. He stared into her eyes, totally lost.
 
"Do you want to cum again, Russell?", she demanded, staring point- blank into his barely-focused eyes.
 
His reply was unintelligible, but the look on his face told her all that she wanted to know. She rode him harder, slamming down against him, forcing his cock deeper and deeper inside her with every thrust. He moaned loudly, his body shuddering.
 
"DO YOU WANT TO CUM, RUSSELL?"
 
His next moan was very high-pitched, and sounded almost like a yes. Carol smiled, squirmed down against him farther than ever, paused her frantic motions, and whispered in his ear.
 
"Snowflake."
 
Russell's hips moved a bit more, from sheer momentum, then he was still. His eyelids fluttered several times, then drifted closed. His moaned, then his breathing gradually slowed, becoming deep and regular. His head toppled back against the chair as he sank helplessly into trance.
 
"Good boy", she whispered as she climbed off of him. "Maybe next time I'll let you cum inside me."
 
"Russell, you've done so well, reacting wonderfully to the ideas I give you. I am enjoying tonight, Russell, really I am. I want to see you again, Russell. I want to see you a lot more. It would please me greatly for you to stop by here a few times a week after work, Russell. That would please me so much, having you stop by here three times a week at six o'clock, on your way home from working out."
 
"And Russell, whenever you're here at my house, the same word that brought you here will bring you here again. Any time I say 'snowflake' to you here at my house, you will sink down to this place, this place where you are totally relaxed and open. You look forward to that, don't you, Russell? You look forward to pleasing me, and allowing me to bring you pleasure."
 
Russell was smiling slightly, and mumbled yes.
 
"Very good. I look forward to your regular visits. And now, Russell, it's time for bed. Oh, by the way, I didn't have time to pick up the spare room, so you'll have to sleep in my room. On the floor. I want you to be where I can reach you if I need something."
 
Carol felt almost giddy. The day had started like any other, taken a turn for the worse with the weather... and now she found herself in her living room with a naked, hypnotized, utterly helpless man in her chair.
 
Things were indeed looking up.
 
She somehow stifled the moan that had suddenly welled up within her. Getting to her feet, she took her hypnotized guest's hand gently in hers, and spoke again.
 
"Follow me, then, Russell. I will guide you... you may follow me, safe and secure. I will guide you well.. wherever I take you...."
 
Slowly, clumsily, Russell stood up. Carol led him by the hand, still entranced, up the stairs.

As she led her enthralled guest up the stairs, Carol's mind was whirling. So many possibilities, so many opportunities. Glancing back at him, at his blank expression, his closed eyes, realizing that right now he was totally dependent on her even to move from place to place...

Carol knew that she controlled Russell's universe right now. If she said that a thing didn't exist, then he would ignore it even if his physical senses disagreed. If she said that a thing did exist, then Russell would believe in it, feel it, experience it as if it DID exist. She remembered his face as he had sat in the chair, his mind creating an orgasm using nothing but the sound of her voice, and realized she could take him anywhere she wanted to go.

When she had mentioned that he would be sleeping on the floor, he had flushed slightly, but there had been no indication of resistance. Having a man who was willing to sleep on the floor for her thrilled Carol. All her life, in the back of her mind, had slept dim fantasies about having a man, or maybe even men, at her beck and call. She had never had the chance, or the wherewithal, to try and make that fantasy into a reality. But tonight, with Russell already out of his element, nervous, stressed... tonight had been the perfect opportunity to experiment. And Carol was quite pleased with the results so far. Her knowledge of hypnosis had unexpectedly come in handy, and introduced all sorts of new variables into her fantasy. A man who would sleep on the floor for her, waiting for the sound of her voice... Carol shuddered as she led him into the bedroom.

Letting go of his hand, she sat on the bed, leaving him standing. She looked at him, at his cock, shrunken and moist. At his face, placid and peaceful. Then she got up, leaned forward, and took his left nipple in her mouth, sucking gently. He trembled, and he inhaled deeply, the exhalation a soft moan. She placed her palm over his cock and felt it stir, felt it begin to swell.

Her voice unsteady, she spoke.

"In a moment you're going to open your eyes, Russell. Everything that you see will send you deeper into hypnosis. Everything that you hear will turn you on. You won't be able to move, no matter how much you want to. All you'll be able to do is look at me and go deeper and feel yourself becoming more and more aroused."

"On the count of three, Russell, open your eyes, look at me, and sink even deeper under my control. Because you want me to control you, Russell, you love it when I do this for you, when I make you feel this way. One, two, three, open your eyes and go even deeper, Russell, look at me, watch me, and sink deeper and deeper."

Russell's eyes opened as Carol sat back down on the bed. He looked blankly at her, his eyes glassy and unfocused. She smiled, quivered, closed her eyes, and began massaging her breasts. Her nipples, already erect, grew even harder at her touch. She felt them between her fingers, pinched them softly, heard herself gasping with pleasure and arousal. She looked at him again, saw with satisfaction that his cock was still expanding.

She licked her fingers and rolled her nipples between them, savoring the sensations, moaning quietly. Squeezing her breasts harder as her arousal built, she shifted on the bed and spread her legs.

"Look at my pussy, Russell."

Russell blinked once, twice, and his eyes dropped down to where Carol had commanded them to go. Her fingers were already there, spreading her lips wide apart, her pussy soaked and steaming. She licked the fingers of her other hand again and slowly ran the middle finger up and down her slit. As it slid over her clit, she closed her eyes, moaned, and shuddered.

"Watch me, Russell", she said hoarsely. "Watch me play with myself."

Russell, of course, had no choice in the matter. His eyes were locked unwaveringly on Carol's soaked snatch. He stared as her fingers explored, probed, and danced over her flesh. Carol fell silent as she took herself higher and higher, watching him through half-closed eyes. His cock was ready now, hard, throbbing, waving in the air - and he was helpless to do anything with it. All he could do was watch her bring herself pleasure.

And she was indeed feeling the pleasure. Surrendering herself to the passion, she leaned back, drove her fingers deeper into herself, and bore down, doubling herself up into a ball. The sudden tensing of so many muscles at once had the effect of more or less 'pushing' the climax out - and Carol did indeed climax.

Her moans turned to wails, her quivers to heavy, uncontrollable shudders. She opened her eyes briefly, caught sight of him still there, still hard, still helplessly waiting - and came again.

It took some time for Carol to come back to earth. At last, though, she lay sprawled on the bed, limp, panting, sweating. And Russell still waited.

With great effort, Carol opened her eyes and sat up. There he was, red-faced, slack-jawed, unable to think of act for himself. And there was his cock, hard and ready.

Carol fell backwards onto the bed and looked at her waiting partner.

"Fuck me, Russell. Climb up here and fuck me. Give me everything you have. But don't cum until I'm satisfied, Russell. You're here to please me so I will allow you pleasure, remember. The more pleasure you being me, the more inclined I might be to allow you pleasure", she added with a grin. Then she lay back, spread her legs again, and waited for her hypnotized lover to please her.

Slowly, Russell climbed onto the bed and positioned himself over Carol. She lay there, smiling, relaxed, looking up at him. He stared down at her, his face revealing nothing, his hard cock saying it all. She felt it against her thigh, sliding up, felt it between her legs. He paused, she shifted ever so slightly - and Russell drove his cock into her.

No longer relaxed, Carol cried out in ecstasy, throwing her arms around him and pulling his hips toward her again and again. Her hips moved automatically, rising to meet him over and over as her nails dug into his ass. He grunted, and she stared up into his glazed eyes and whispered, "Deeper, Russell. Go deeper. Deeper and deeper."

To his muddled mind, that meant one thing. He thrust harder and harder, his raging cock sliding deeper and deeper into her. But his unconscious mind understood those words differently, and even as his body made love to Carol, his mind sank deeper into trance.

"Don't cum yet, Russell, don't cum yet", she said, her words slurring with intense pleasure. "I'm not ready yet, Russell, don't you cum yet, you just keep fucking me, Russell, fuck me over and over and over and over and over and over and over......" Her voice became sing-song, then trailed away completely as the passion overrode all coherent thought. Unknown to her, Carol herself had entered something of a trance state, her body responding only to the physical stimulation. She moved mechanically, her body's motions automatic, their sole purpose to bring her more and more pleasure.

Russell was in sweet agony. So aroused, so incredibly turned on, his cock pumping harder than it ever had in his life, his cock so engorged and ready, aching, needing to cum - and he could not. His only purpose was to bring Carol pleasure.

And so Carol and Russell moved as one, both with the same objective. Bring Carol pleasure. Bring Carol pleasure. Bring Carol pleasure.....

Carol screamed. Her body stiffened, her fingers clenched in the unsuspecting Russell's buttocks. Then, utterly out of control, Carol's body writhed unrestrained as poor Russell tried to keep up with her actions. He could not anticipate, he was too deeply entranced for that. All he could do was ride it out, as a helpless bull rider rides a raging animal. He may be on top, but he is not in control. His cock pumping, his body heaving, Russell carried on as best he could as Carol abandoned herself to ecstasy.

If her hands had not been pretty much fastened to Russell, there is probably no way he could have kept going. But her hands kept tight hold of his ass, holding him there, pulling him in, trying to pull his cock in even deeper. The air was filled with hoarse cries, ragged wails, low, guttural moans - and the scent of lust.

With one final cry, Carol's body went limp. Russell, oblivious, kept right on pumping - but Carol was too spent to even feel it. Grinning dazedly, she slid her hands up his body, and ran her fingers through his hair.

"SSSSSsstop now, rrrrrrrussssellllllll", she murmured. "RReeeelaxxx annnnnnd goooo deeperrrrrrrrr for meeeeeeeeeeeeee..."

Russell's body became still, his cock still deep inside her - and still quite hard. She shuddered and giggled as she felt it twitching within her. Taking a deep breath, she looked up at him.

"Look at me, Russell. Look into my eyes. Don't look away, feel them pulling you in, deeper and deeper."

Russell looked Russell didn't look away. Russell did indeed feel himself falling into those eyes.

Staring up at him, knowing he was utterly helpless, Carol whispered, "Cum for me now, Russell. Right now, cum for me, cum INSIDE me, right now."

Russell's eyes widened. She felt him tense, felt and saw his body jerking slightly, heard the muted grunts. And Carol felt the warm rush, the sudden gush of hot liquid inside her. She squeezed him, and moaned softly as the pleasure, for one brief moment, returned. Russell's body became still once more, his eyes staring enthralled into hers.

"Good boy", she whispered, leaning up to kiss him lightly on the lips. His face flushed yet again, and Carol fell back to the bed, exhausted.

"And now, Russell, you may get up and go wash yourself off. When you come back, you will find your bed ready for you. You will lie down and go right to sleep, because you must be ready for me again tomorrow. You know how much you love this, Russell. You know how much you want it. And I will enjoy giving it to you. Go wash up, Russell, and go deeper."

Slowly, heavily, he withdrew from her, bringing about a few more gasps and moans. Finally he stumbled off toward the bathroom.

Carol got up, just as reluctantly, and laid a comforter on the floor, tossing a sheet and warm blanket over it. Next came a pillow, and Russell's bed was ready. She smiled as she felt his juices trickling down her thigh, and as she heard the shower come on, she made another quick decision.

Padding softly into the bathroom, she found him in the shower, but the shower curtain was not closed. Her smile grew as she climbed into the tub behind him, and she laughed out loud as she said, quite clearly, the word 'snowflake' and watched him deflate like a popped balloon.

Russell stood there, utterly entranced. Carol lather up her hands and washed him thoroughly, sudsing up his cock and balls until they could barely be seen through the lather. Her hands slid up and down his thighs, across his back, behind his ears. She then rinsed him off and proceeded to instruct him to bathe her just as carefully.

It had been years since anyone had bathed Carol, and she enjoyed it fully. She closed her eyes and relaxed, allowing his hands to caress her, feeling them gliding over her flesh, leaving a tingling trail of suds and memories.

All too soon he was done. Carol smiled, sighed contentedly, and opened her eyes. He stood there, the water raining down on him - waiting.

Hard.

Carol opened her mouth, not knowing what she was going to say, and felt the heat flare as she heard herself tell Russell to play with himself.

Russell slowly clutched his cock and started pumping. Carol leaned over and turned the water off, then got her hands good and soapy. For a moment, Russell enjoyed the sensation of three hands on his cock, then it was only his again, but now his hard cock was slick and soapy.

Carol watched, eyes shining, as Russell masturbated for her in the shower. "Look at me Russell", she said softly. His eyes focused on her as his hand continued its steady pumping motion.

"Deeper, Russell. The deeper you go the better it feels. The better it feels the deeper you go. You can cum any time you want, but you know that the longer you wait, the deeper you can go, and the better you can feel. Go deeper for me, Russell. Please me by going deeper."

Russell was lost. His body cried out again for release, and yet the far reaches of his mind wanted this to last forever. And so he stood there, hand pumping, hovering on the edge of ecstasy, partly unable to fall over the edge, and partly unwilling.

Carol watched as he stroked himself for the better part of five minutes. His eyes never left hers, his hand never slowed. At last, he could hold back no longer, and with a mighty heave, his throbbing cock spewed jism all over her. Before he had even stopped twitching her arms were around him, clutching him, pulling him close as her lips ground madly against his. The kiss lasted forever, it seemed, with Russell trying desperately just to breathe. Carol felt his cock against her, felt it shrinking, felt his jism on her skin. With one last kiss, she stared into his eyes and whispered, "Wake up, Russell."

He blinked for a moment, his body swaying in her arms. He looked at her, at his seed covering her. He looked at his soapy, purple, shrunken cock, and his soapy hand. "Holy shit", he whispered.

"Hi Russell", she said, giggling.

He took a deep breath before replying. "Um. Hi." He had no idea what else to say.

"Poor dear. You have no idea what's been happening tonight, do you?"

"Shit...I mean, no.. I mean.. I think so.. I think... Hell, I don't know whether I do or not. I mean, I know what's happening, like I'm standing here in... Jesus, I'm here in a shower with you and it's kind obvious WHAT I was doing... but I don't know... I mean.. well... I don't know... "

"You don't know why, is that it?"

Russell nodded, his face reddening yet again. Carol smiled and kissed him gently. "It's happening because you want it to, Russell. It's happening because you're allowing it to happen. Right?"

He looked at her again, at her bright eyes, her supple body now covered with his jism. He looked again at his soapy hand, more visible proof that he had just masturbated in front of her. Looking up again, looking into her eyes, he sensed something, a feeling of wonder, a feeling of peace and safety - a feeling like he'd been in those eyes before.

"Yes", he said softly.

Carol smiled and allowed him to fall into her eyes once more. The desire in his eyes was obvious, even though he did not consciously know what he wanted. Deep inside he knew he really did want to fall into her eyes again. And he did. Not a word was spoken. Carol smiled and held his gaze, watching his eyes glaze over, watching his body relax.

"Go deeper for me, Russell", she said after a long while. "Go even deeper for me."

Turning on the water again, she rinsed both of them off, resisting the temptation to play with the massage setting. She then toweled them both off, and, taking his flaccid cock in her hand, instructed him to follow her back into the bedroom.

By the time she let go, he was hard again, of course. She reminded him of his prior instructions to lie down and go to sleep, which he promptly and obediently did.

Then Carol turned out the lights, lay down on her bed, stretched, and smiled to herself in the darkness. She chuckled as Russell began to snore softly. That finalized her decision somehow.

Rolling over, she picked up the phone and dialed. Speaking quietly, she left a message on her manager's voice-mail that she would not be in the next day due to the weather. Russell, she knew, would call his manager first thing in the morning and say the same thing.

As Carol drifted off to sleep, she wondered if any other men in the world would be calling in to work the next day, naked, hard, and hypnotized.