We got started, and I opened one of my boxes of goodies. There were the usual ooh's and aah's, and a few of the women scurried off to the bathroom or a bedroom to try on one particularly interesting item or another. This was actually quite common, and quite often women would display their attire to the group at large. I had no problem with that, but as I said, my parties never turned into orgies. I'm a professional.
 
I noticed one woman, Beth, holding up something with an expression of wonder on her pretty face. I looked at what she had and grinned. "That's really something, isn't it?"

She tore her eyes away from it and looked at me, nodding slowly. "Wow", was all she could say.

In her hands was a collection of narrow leather straps, attached in strategic places by small steel rings. I've worn one before, in fact I own one, and I've discovered that my husband finds it quite intoxicating. From the faraway look in her eyes, I knew she was imagining what some special person would be thinking when they saw her in it.

"Can I try it on?", she asked in a whisper. I nodded, and waved my hand in the direction of the hallway that led to the bathroom and the guest room that Christy was using as a dressing room.
 
"Of course, go right ahead! I know you'll love it", I added with a smile. She picked it up and hurried down the hall, disappearing into the bathroom.

By now there were four scantily clad women in the living room. Christy was one of them, giggling and red-faced, wearing a skimpy French maid's outfit. Another woman, who wore only tiny panties and an exposed- nipple bra, was laughingly helping Christy put on a pair of long black gloves. I wondered whether Christy was flushed due to her own embarrassment, or at the sight of her friend's nipples.
 
Off in a corner, a woman named Sylvia was standing by herself, running her hands over the cool softness of the pure silk robe she had selected. She noticed me watching her and smiled, her face turning crimson as well. I knew exactly how she felt, and went over to her.
 
"Isn't it just a delicious feeling?", I asked.
 
She nodded, her hands still caressing the material. Or was she pressing a bit harder now? "Yes, it really is", she said in a dreamy voice. "My husband thinks I wear this stuff for him - but I enjoy it as much as he does, in a way."
 
I nodded. I knew exactly what she meant. I, too, enjoyed watching my husband's face light up when he saw me in something new - but I also enjoyed the pure bliss of the lingerie embracing me in softness.
 
Yes, I thought, she was definitely caressing more than the lingerie now. Her hands moved slowly across her abdomen, fingers spread wide, making tiny furrows in the silk. Her eyes closed and she sighed, then she shuddered and her eyes flew open.
 
"Sorry", she said with an embarrassed grin, "I guess I was getting a bit carried away."
 
I smiled brightly and whispered, "I do too. A lot."
 
I winked at her and turned to see who was calling my name. Beth stood in the hallway, the leather-strap outfit hanging from her body like the tattered rigging of a shipwrecked schooner. She looked positively devastated. "Sharon, I can't figure this out! Can you help me?", she asked, her voice almost pleading. I nodded and moved towards her, but Christy got there first.
 
"Hey, Beth, I like it already!", she said with a laugh. "I can only imagine what Don's going to think when he sees you in this!" I could too. Beth was quite attractive, and the supple leather and bright steel seemed to transform her into a vision of a powerful goddess. I felt tingle between my legs as I watched Christy lead Beth over next to a floor lamp.
 
"Here, let's get a look at this contraption", Christy mumbled, turning Beth around so she was facing away from her. "Oh, I think I see how it's done", she continued. "Here, I'll explain what I'm doing as I go so you can do it next time, OK?" Beth nodded. While I knew very well how to put this particular outfit on, I nevertheless moved a bit closer, so as to hear what Christy was saying.
 
Christy moved slowly, bringing one strap around Beth's waist and fastening it to the center ring in the back. She was whispering something I couldn't quite make out, and I moved closer still. I watched as Christy's hands slowly slid up Beth's bare back, caressing her shoulders before slipping down her arms and taking two more straps in her hands. Just as slowly and carefully, she drew them around to the back and fastened them as well, whispering all the while. I could now make out most of her words - and what I heard made me very curious indeed.
 
"This really is the perfect outfit for you, Beth", Christy was saying. "I can just imagine how the soft leather feels against you, soft and yet strong. I can imagine how the cold, hard steel feels against you, strong and yet sexy. The leather and the steel, so different and yet so much alike, so soft and strong and sexy. And as I attach another strap, you can feel the power, the allure, increasing. You can feel the power of the leather, the power of the steel. Feel the steel rings, cold and hard against your skin. So strong, and as I fasten another strap, that power doubles. Every time I attach another strap the power doubles. Feel it happening. Feel it, Beth."
 
Again, Christy moved her hands over Beth's skin before taking two more straps and fastening them. Then she ran her hands around Beth's waist again as she moved in front of Beth, who's eyes were now closed. Beth's face was flushed, and there was a faint, dreamy smile on her face.
 
"Feel the power of the leather surrounding you, feel the power of the steel surrounding you, growing more powerful, more irresistible, with every strap. Feel yourself becoming a part of the outfit, feel it becoming a part of you. So powerful, so irresistible. You are becoming one with it, it is becoming one with you. The warm soft leather, the cold hard steel, the warm soft skin. Feel it. Feel yourself melting, merging, becoming one with the power of the leather and steel. So powerful. So seductive. So irresistible."
 
Christy's hands slid between Beth's breasts, softly, gently. Beth's eyes were now tightly closed, and her head was beginning to tilt forward. By the time Christy fastened the last leather strap, Beth's head hung down on her chest, her arms dangling limply at her sides, still smiling gently. Christy's voice was a bare whisper.
 
"Let go, Beth. Let yourself become one with the leather and steel, let the power of the leather and steel merge with your own power. Feel it now. Let it happen. Let go. Let go, Beth. Let go. Let go....."
 
Beth began to sway slightly, back and forth. Christy quickly reached out and took her by the shoulders, steadying her. "Yes, Beth, that's it. The power is within you, an incredibly seductive, irresistible power. You cannot resist it. No one can resist it. No one can resist the power of the leather and steel. And now, Beth, open your eyes and allow yourself to experience that power. Allow yourself to use that power, allow yourself to show us how utterly irresistible that power is. The power of leather and steel and flesh."
 
I stared uncomprehendingly. I didn't know much about hypnosis, but it seemed to me that Christy had just hypnotized Beth!
 
As I watched, Beth's eyelids flickered a few times, then remained open. She smiled dreamily and stretched, her breasts jutting out. It was at this point that I finally realized that the other women were also watching, their eyes gleaming. Most wore lingerie of one kind or another, but Mary wore nothing at all. She held in her hands a tiny red baby doll, but her eyes were locked on Beth.
 
Beth noticed Mary's state of undress as well, and slowly moved closer to her. It seemed as if she was floating, gliding effortlessly across the floor before pausing right in front of the wide-eyed Mary. Beth's hands came up, and she began tracing the leather straps with her fingers. Mary's eyes fastened themselves on Beth's roving hands, and thus on the soft, smooth flesh as well.
 
There were steel rings around Beth's nipples, the nipple being totally exposed. Beth's fingers traced circles inside those rings, and her already-hard nipples swelled even more. Mary's eyes grew correspondingly wider. There was another steel ring in the midst of Beth's pubic hair. Mary watched, seemingly mesmerized herself, as Beth's hand slowly moved downward.
 
Again, one finger traced a circle within the steel ring, lightly brushing a path through her bush. Mary tried to stifle a moan and failed. "So powerful, Beth", Christy whispered from behind the bewitched woman. "So irresistible."
 
Beth reached out and took one of Mary's hands in hers, and placed it firmly against her breast. Mary gasped, but made no attempt to remove her hand. Beth began moving Mary's hand in a circle, pressing it against her rock-hard nipple. Mary shuddered and licked her lips - and then pressed her other hand against Beth's other breast.
 
At first I thought it was my imagination, but it seemed as if Beth's face was drawing closer and closer to Mary's. It wasn't until their lips actually met that I realized it wasn't my imagination.
 
This was incredible, I thought, glancing at Christy. She stood there, watching the proceedings with glittering eyes - and one hand inside the panty of her French maid's outfit.
 
Stunned, I looked quickly at the others. Every one of them was either blatantly masturbating, or caressing themselves in one way or another. Every single one. Nine women in the room, seven wearing lingerie, one nude. All but one experiencing some form of sexual pleasure.
 
All but me.
 
There I stood, realizing with no real surprise that my pussy was soaking wet.

Like I said, I'd never had a party turn into an orgy before. This one didn't either.
 
Beth and Mary stood there, caressing each other, kissing each other, fondling each other. The sound of breathing grew louder, the rustle of hands inside lingerie louder as well.
 
I struggled to control myself, struggled to maintain my professionalism. Being in a room filled with semi-aroused women was something I was used to. Being in a room filled with visibly aroused and masturbating women was something I'd never experienced. I gulped as a wave of passion came over me.
 
Beth and Mary were kissing again, their arms wrapped around each other. Christy sat in a chair, legs spread wide, fingers moving frantically beneath her panties. The other women were masturbating as well. Every one of them.
 
Every one but me.
 
I sank down into a nearby chair, fighting to keep what little composure I had left. When I saw Mary's finger slide easily into Beth's waiting slit, I almost died. I groaned aloud, and found my hand pressing against my mound. I was shaking like a leaf. I'm a professional, I kept telling myself. I won't let myself do this. I won't. I wont. I can't.
 
It took every bit of will power I had, but I staggered to my feet and retreated to the bathroom. There, I leaned against the door and listened to the sounds emanating from the living room. My clit was on fire, throbbing and pulsing. I wanted so badly to slip my hand inside my pants, to grab my breasts and knead them, squeeze them, feel my hard nipples between my fingers. I wanted to tear my clothes off and lean back against the wall and spread my legs and finger myself until I screamed. But I'm a professional. Trembling uncontrollably, I sank down in the corner, covered my face with my hands, and listened to the sounds of women in ecstasy. My pussy pulsed and throbbed, begging me to touch it, demanding that I caress it until my body rocked with passion.
 
But I couldn't. I'm a professional.
 
Some time later, I was startled by a soft knock on the door. I stood and opened it a crack to find Beth there, giggling and red-faced. "Can I come in?", she whispered. "I gotta wash up." I nodded, and Beth scurried in.
 
I closed the door behind her and tentatively made my way back into the living room, where I found six smiling women filling out order forms. The unmistakable aroma of passion filled the air. Everyone looked at me, smiled, and went right on with what they were doing. It was like the episode had never happened - except for the flushed faces and the dreamy smiles.
 
Christy looked up from signing her order form and grinned at me. "You missed a hell of a party", she said, shaking her head sorrowfully. "A HELL of a party."
 
"That's not my thing", I said, not very convincingly. Christy eyed me for a long time before slowly rising to her feet and heaeding to the bathroom.
 
Things returned to almost normal as one by one, the women followed Beth into the bathroom to clean up. I was inundated with purchases and orders from the catalog. Beth paid cash for the leather outfit - and Mary bought one as well. Every woman there bought at least three items, and Christy herself bought almost two hundred fifty hundred dollars worth.
 
As she laid the cash on the table, Christy inquired about lingerie for men. I gave her the men's catalog, and she sat down and looked through it as the rest of the ladies made their purchases. The party broke up, with each woman expressing their disappointment that I hadn't stayed and enjoyed Mary and Beths's show with them. Those two left hand in hand. I wondered if their husbands knew.
 
The front door closed, and it was just Christy and I. Before I could say anything, she held a finger to my lips and whispered "Shhhhhhh...." Startled, I stared at her. Now what?
 
"I owe you an explanation", she said. "I'm not going to apologize for anything, but I want you to understand."
 
I nodded slowly. "Yes, I'd like to understand", I said, feeling my face reddening as my pussy flared to life again.
 
"I hypnotized Beth", Christy said bluntly.
 
I nodded. "I sort of figured that. I've never seen it before, but I kind of realized that's what was happening. And what you made her do...."
 
Christy cut me off, almost angrily. "NO, Sharon, I didn't MAKE her do anything! A hypnotized person can't be MADE to do ANYTHING! I mean, yeah, there are ways of tricking people, but I didn't, I WOULDN'T, MAKE her do what she did. All I did was give her the opportunity to do something she already wanted to do. I put her in a place that made what she wanted possible."
 
"It's really quite easy", she continued. "Yes, it's really quite easy to go into hypnosis. So easy", she repeated in a slightly different voice. It was funny, I thought, that I hadn't really noticed her eyes before. Sparkling blue eyes.
 
"Hypnosis is just a state of mind, just a very pleasant feeling of relaxation. I can't make anyone GO INTO HYPNOSIS any more than I can make them do things they don't WANT TO do. But if a person WANTS TO go into hypnosis, then they WILL. Do you understand?" I nodded slowly. It made sense, sort of. My eyes remained on hers as she continued. Those eyes...
 
"Hypnosis is a state of total concentration, total focus. It's so EASY to go into a deep hypnotic trance, so very easy. ANYTHING can induce a deep hypnotic trance, anything at all, if a person focuses on it. It can be something as subtle as the motion of a hand..."
 
My peripheral vision seemed to be going away, but as I stared wonderingly into her eyes I could sense that her right hand was slowly moving down...down...slowly...down.....
 
"...or a deep breath..." I heard her inhale deeply, then exhale completely. Or was it me?
 
"...or focusing your eyes on something...." Her eyes swam before me, swirling around in a slow circle. Something strange was happening, I thought slowly. Why do I feel...what do I feel like, anyway?
 
"...or a soft voice saying that you can relax completely and let go." Relax completely. Let go. Was that what I was doing? It certainly sounded like a good idea. Maybe I do want to relax...want to...
 
"Let it happen now. Let yourself go. Allow your eyes to gently close, allow your mind to rest and sleep, while you listen to the sound of my voice and allow it to guide you."
 
Everything seemed to sort of fade away. A safe, warm feeling swept over me, a feeling of total peace and contentment. Christy's voice came to me, but the words were indistinct. I could feel myself moving, but I didn't know nor care what I was doing. I could hear a voice that sounded like my own, but I didn't know nor care what it was saying. All that mattered was the wonderful feeling of relaxation and calmness and security that surrounded me.
 
Slowly, things came into focus. I blinked and shook my head, looking around in surprise. How did I get in the bathroom? I looked down to find myself holding a package. My heart thumping, I opened it. It was a silk robe and a pair of satin panties. As I stared at them, I could imagine what they would feel like if I put them on, I could already feel the softness, the cool fabric against me. Without another thought, I quickly removed my clothes and put on the panties and robe. I stood there in the bathroom admiring myself in the mirror. I closed my eyes, feeling the heat rising, feeling the passion building. Oh, the way lingerie makes me feel...
 
"You look lovely", a soft voice said. I whirled around to find Christy standing in the door. Nude. My first reaction was to reach for her - and I did. I was surprised, and more than a little hurt, when she stepped back and put her hands out to keep me away.

"No, please, Sharon. Not yet. We still have business to attend to." With that, she turned and walked back to the living room. Puzzled and aroused, I followed her.
 
I stopped short when I saw we weren't alone in the living room. "You remember my husband Steve", she said, waving her hand in his direction.

I looked at him, stunned. He looked at me, just as stunned.
 
"Um...hi...I'm Sharon...very nice to meet you...again...I mean..."
 
He gulped a few times, his eyes never leaving me. I noticed, in a detached sort of way, that there was a growing lump in his pants. Was that because of me, I wondered, still not quite thinking clearly. "Hi", he croaked, his voice breaking.
 
I didn't know what to do, I didn't know what to think. Here I was wearing a silk robe and satin panties, standing in front of a man I didn't know.
 
Christy stood in front of her husband, and she pulled him to his feet. I stood there watching in awe. His eyes left me and met hers. Those blue eyes fixed upon his unwaveringly, and I heard her voice begin to weave that magic spell. His eyes were wide, staring deep into hers. As I watched, I began to realize what had happened to me. Christy had hypnotized me.
 
And the only way she could have done that, I now knew, was...if I'd wanted it.
 
Her husband's eyes seemed to glaze over, and his mouth fell open. Then his eyes rolled up into his head and his eyelids slammed shut. Oh my God, I thought, my mind whirling. She just hypnotized her own husband. Oh my God...oh my God....
 
I was so off balance that I didn't even realize she had moved. I blinked to find those blue eyes in front of me, wide and round and glowing and soft and bottomless and inviting and irresistible. And then I heard her voice....
 
Christy had her maid's outfit on again. When had she put that on? Her husband Steve sat on the couch, eyeing her hungrily. Christy picked up a feather duster and leaned over her husband. Smiling brightly, she began to dust the crotch of his pants. He smiled and squirmed, his eyes drinking in the sight of her body, and her attire. After a few moments, she unzipped his pants. Reaching in, she released his throbbing member. I stared at his hard cock, feeling the desire within me building to unbearable heights.
 
And it was then that Christy turned those enchanting blue eyes to me. "Help me out of this", she whispered.
 
Slowly, as if in a dream, I moved towards her. I couldn't help myself, and I wondered if I was responding to some hypnotic command that she had given me. But again, I heard her voice in my head...an opportunity to do something I'd already wanted to do...
 
I wanted to help Christy take that maid's outfit off.
 
Steve sat on the couch, his cock in his hand, watching raptly as I slowly peeled the long black gloves off her arms. Christy's eyes were closed, her cheeks glowed brightly, and she trembled as she felt my hands against her skin. I unzipped the costume and carefully helped her slip out of it. Next came the garters, and I made sure my hand brushed firmly against her thigh as I unsnapped them. Her stockings came off after she kicked off her high- heeled shoes. She was left wearing the panty and bra. I stood up and stared deep into her eyes, seeing them clouded with desire.
 
I slid one bra strap off her shoulder, and she shivered with anticipation. I glanced at her husband to find him actively pumping his swollen rod. Reaching behind her, I undid her bra and quickly pulled it away. Before she could react, my mouth was against her, taking one hard nipple into my mouth and sucking mightily. She gasped, and I felt her hands in my hair. I teased her nipples, one after the other, for a few moments before moving on to the last remaining bit of clothing.
 
Again staring into her eyes, I lowered myself to my knees. She watched me, panting, trembling, as my face moved closer and closer to her crotch. I nuzzled my nose against her mound, and was rewarded with a loud moan. Taking her panties in my teeth, I proceeded to lower them to the floor. It took quite some time, as I moved from one side to the other, tugging them down a bit here, a bit there - always with my teeth. Sounds from the couch made me look over again to see her husband slumped there, gaping at us, obviously close to orgasm and just as obviously trying to hold back.
 
I stood up again and ran my hands over my own body, feeling the wonderful softness of the silk against me, feeling it brushing my undulating nipples. Christy reached out, undid the tie, opened the robe, and pressed her lips against my breast before surrounding herself with the cool silk. I stood there watching her husband masturbate as she sucked my nipples.
 
A sound came to me, a familiar sound, and I knew that Christy was fingering herself as she toyed with my breasts. She moaned again, struggled to her feet, and grabbed her husband. I was left gasping for air, not wanting her to stop what she had been doing.
 
With a few quick movements, his belt was unbuckled, his pants pulled down to his ankles. She pushed him over on the couch and mounted him right there, right in front of me. As I watched her back arching, I wondered idly how my fingers had found their way into my own pussy.
 
They fucked. I watched. She came, his cock deep inside her. He came, his body heaving. I came, my fingers deep inside myself, my soft silk robe caressing my body as his hands caressed hers.
 
There was a silence. He lay there, panting, eyes closed. She knelt above him, still straddling him, his dwindling cock still within her. Her eyes were closed as well, a dreamy smile decorating her face once again.
 
I stood there, trembling, not quite believing what I had just done. My body shook, and I seemed to snap out of whatever spell I had been under. My head spinning, I almost ran into the bathroom.
 
A short time later I emerged, once more dressed like the professional I was - or had been. Carrying a small bag containing the lingerie I'd been wearing, I crept into the living room, remembering what I'd found here the last two times I had come out of the bathroom.
 
Steve was sitting in a chair, sipping a beer. Christy was back in the maid's outfit, carrying a small tray, hovering beside him attentively. They looked up when they heard me, and Christy smiled broadly.
 
"I gotta say, Sharon, you're one hell of a salesperson. I want to book you again for next month, too. How about it?"
 
I opened my mouth to say she was crazy, to say that this whole thing was unbelievable - but the voice that answered her said yes, of course.
 
She came over to me, her eyes glinting. I felt myself growing aroused again, merely at the thought of what those eyes could do.
 
"I have one more purchase to make", she said, her voice low and throaty. "I want the panties you had on just now."
 
My jaw dropped open in surprise. The panties I'd been wearing? But - but they were sodden, stained from my passion...
 
Her smile changed, and she grinned knowingly. "Yes, Sharon. THOSE panties."
 
Slowly, I reached into the bag and removed the stained panties. She held up the tray, and I carefully placed them on it. She carried them back to where her husband sat and offered the tray to him. He reached up, ran his fingers over the sodden material, and nodded.
 
Christy straightened and turned back to me. "Also, there's another order form in your book. Silk shorts and robes for him", she said with a smile. "I think he's hooked."
 
Even I smiled now. Hooked on lingerie. Yes, I could easily see how that could happen to a person. After all, it had happened to me long ago.
 
Christy showed me to the door. "Sharon, like I said, I'm not going to apologize for anything. You wanted this tonight. You've wanted something like this to happen for years - but you couldn't do it. Not by yourself. I gave you an excuse to let go for a little while, to step out of the part you play, and be the woman you want to be. And I'll tell you right now - the next party you give here, I'm going to do the same thing." And Christy kissed me on the lips. Every nerve in my body was tingling as I left her house.
 
When I got home that night, my husband was already in bed. I quietly rummaged through my closet, looking for one certain thing...there.
 
He stirred as I shook his shoulder. "huh...huh?" One eye opened, and slowly focused on me as I stood there in the candlelit bedroom. That one eye opened wide, followed by the other eye, as he saw me standing there dressed like a French maid, complete with feather duster and long gloves.

"How may I serve you tonight, Sir?", I asked softly as I peeled back the covers. His only reply was a sharp inhalation as he felt the feathers against his rapidly expanding cock.