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I had only recently started dating a woman named Brenda
whom I'd met at a party. This was a compact gal, in real good
shape physically, chestnut-haired with an ascerbic sense of humor
I really dug. She's a feisty, feminist-type (with a great
physique, by the way), who enjoyed being in charge of things. I
myself am fairly easy-going, so I didn't mind being dictated to,
at least, if I could count on some good times in bed eventually!

She called me one afternoon and said she wanted to visit a
certain club that evening. She asked me if I wanted to join her.

"There's a weird woman there who does a psychic kind of
act," she informed me. "A couple of my friends have been several
times, and they really rave about this stuff."

The "club" turned out to be well out of town, in a nice
suburban shopping strip, with a small, inexpensive marquee
reading: "All this month: Marvelous Mentalist Madame Mesmere!"
Inside were bar, tables, and a small stage at one end, on which
the act was already progressing.

"Madame Mesmere" was a small, somewhat sharp-featured
exotic face with dark, wide-set eyes and full but controlled
mouth, set atop a nice figure only half-hidden by a long silken
garment which closed at the neck. There was a complete
self-assurance about this woman. It seemed more than just
performer's chutzpah. Every gesture, every nuance of her voice
lent authority and power to this small figure.

She was having her "victims" act like rock stars, take off
their shoes without realizing it, and all the other standard
stage hypnotic stunts. I was still enthralled, even through the
corny routines. I had seen a lot of movies and read a lot about
hypnotism, but I'd never actually been in there "in the flesh."
I'll explain more about my preoccupation later.

After some tacky spoon-bending stuff, the lights were
lowered further, and a "volunteer" from the audience, a
middle-aged woman with a very respectable figure, was enlisted by
the performer to aid in "a mystifying presentation of true
telepathy." This woman gave her name, "Lily," in a timid voice,
but I figured her to be an assistant planted in the audience. I
was wrong.

Lily stood with her back to the audience, and "Madame"
proceeded to hypnotize her. She spoke softly to the "subject"
for a short while, and took both Lily's hands in her own palms.
Then her voice and personality suddenly became quite firm and
commanding, as she gazed intently at Lily. She rocked slightly
sideways, back and forth in front of her and spoke aloud:

"Lily, you see nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing outside
of the two of us now," she intoned in a deep, gentle voice.
"Watch me now, see only me ... that's it, and now you can just
let yourself go, rocking ... swaying ... you find you are rooted
to the floor ... now just a few more seconds ... there we go,
Lily, now sway ver-r-ry gently now left ... now right ... now
left ... right ... close your eyes now, dear ... they're
so-o-o heavy ... left ... right ... " and so forth.

As her stream of suggestions droned on and on, I noticed
with a small start that I had been swaying myself! I was
instantly breathing hard, my face was hot with embarrassment, but
I couldn't remove my eyes from Lily's pliant form. Back in the
safe darkness of the audience, I felt secure from view or
ridicule. The phenomenon of hypnotism has always had a very
strong sexual connotation for me.

As the subject's sway grew more pronounced, "Madame"
stepped closer, and spoke in a voice only the woman could hear.
Very soon Lily's hands were straight down at her sides, and her
head had lolled backward till her face pointed up at the ceiling.
A chair was quickly pushed up behind her knees, which buckled
gently, and Madame guided her backward into the seat.

With a few more theatrical passes and firmer commands,
Madame Mesmere swiveled Lily around till she faced outwards into
the audience. Lily's face was placid, eyes closed, head upright
now, and her hands rested along the chair arms. One hand slipped
off and dropped toward the floor like a stone. It hung there
until Madame returned it to position.

A mind-reading bit followed, with the robotic voice of Lily
giving answers to questions on cards passed up from the
audience. The mental act concluded, the show came to an end. I
had been so caught up in my own reverie I actually remember very
little of the mind-reading, but "Madame Mesmere" had made a
definite impression on me. As the house lights came up, I
noticed several other patrons shaking themselves loose from a
daze. One or two were still slumped over in their chairs!

"The power of the mind is limitless," intoned Mesmere,
looking outwards at the audience, "the power to control, or to
give up control ... to give up all control ... but now we
should all feel alert and brisk as we leave our cocoon and rejoin
the outside world. I know you're all fully awake now!" and she
gave a couple sharp handclaps into the microphone, and left the
stage, to scattered applause.

After the show, I finally paid attention to Brenda again.
I learned that she thought she had "gone under" during the
program, and still felt somewhat woozy. I worried that there
were residual effects, and contacted the stage manager. We were
given directions to the woman's dressing room, and made our way
backstage then and there.

"Madame Mesmere" had a very comfortable suite for such a
small club. The woman turned out to be just as imposing
offstage as on. Her direct gaze seemed to penetrate all
disguises and pretexts. She introduced herself to us as "Zarah."

I explained on my date's behalf, as she had become
(unusually) tongue- tied. Brenda was quite flushed, I might
say, and as she leaned briefly against the door jamb to Zarah's
room, I noticed that her breathing was hurried. Our eyes flicked
nervously around the backstage suite.

The room contained a wide lounge chair, more like a sofa,
and seated upon it was Lily, the woman from the recent
performance. Next to her slumped a rather thin blond girl. They
were obviously still entranced, for the thin girl's frizzy head
was laid on Lily's shoulder, eyes tightly closed, while the
lovely, rather dark-set eyes of the older woman were blinking
rather slowly and regularly in a languid manner. Neither
acknowledged our entrance at all.

Speaking to us, Zarah said: "As you can see, Brenda, the
phenomenon you now experience is not unusual. Unexpected strong
responses to my technique come to my attention often. I was just
in the process of clearing these good ladies of all residual
effects, and if you will wait a moment outside, I will attend to
you as well, my dear girl." My date nodded, and turned to leave.

Zarah's voice was very flexible, and there was a depth and
smoothness to her speech that I found very appealing. As she
spoke I was struck by the absolute directness and frankness of
her gaze.I knew somehow that, as I stood before her, she was
assessing me! She came to some decision quickly.

"Go on now, James, isn't it?" she commanded. "You may
return in a few moments."

As we were retreating, I caught a startling glimpse in the
corner of the dressing-room mirror. Zarah had moved to stand
behind the sofa. She brushed her hands down the blonde's face
and neck, and I swear I saw them slide momentarily down the front
of her sweater! As the door closed behind us, I was more
flustered than Brenda, who seemed oblivious to the scene. Had
she missed the reflection? She must have, and I suddenly
decided not to mention it. Zarah had treated Brenda almost as a
child, and my ordinarily prickly-pear date had not even batted an
eyelid!

After a short while, the door opened, and the two ladies
emerged. Lily now seemed quite vivacious, and sparkling, while
the thin girl lowered her face, and muttered an embarrassed
"Excuse me," as they left the theater. I watched them leave,
wishing I could have that power, to have women offer themselves
up to me, helpless to resist. I was suddenly quite horny.

While I had been woolgathering, daydreaming about brushing
my hands all over a hypnotized woman, Brenda had hurried back
inside, closing the door. After a few moments, I got up enough
courage to poke my head inside. The women had apparently retired
to the rear of the suite, and I crept inside, breathless with
anticipation. I was not disappointed. I heard the hypnotist's
"stage voice" intoning continuously in the back room.

"Of course there is no embarrassment or shame in being
susceptible to hypnosis ... it's so natural and helpful, really
... you know many people around the country find that as they
listen closely to my voice, they can understand their feelings
much better, just as you can now, can't you Brenda? Can't you my
dear?"

There was a soft murmur in response.

"You may speak up, Brenda ... how do you feel just now ...
just now?"

"I'm not sure ... it's unusual ... sort of dreamy ...
everything's far away ... "

"Yes, everything will recede far, far away for you ... you
can hear me and see me with your deeper awareness, while you
send your upper layers off far ... farther and farther ...
you'll find now that it's very easy to keep looking into my eyes
right here, Brenda ... far-r-r away to some lovely, floaty
drifting place ... especially the eyes, Brenda ... you are
fixated on my glance, I see, your body feels light as a feather,
wrapping you now in a downy, drowsy trance state ... deeper and
deeper as you gaze ... deeper under my control ... "

I peeked around the door. They stood almost toe-to-toe.
Zarah's forefingers massaged my date's temples, running lightly
but firmly now and again down her jawline and back upwards. As
she talked to Brenda her fingers concentrated their circling
feathery touch around her brows and eyelids, which were blinking
slowly now.

"You're responding perfectly now, Brenda. Now let yourself
be aware of just that la-a-ast little bit of resistance in your
eyelids ... that la-a-ast tiny bit of tension as your eyelids
feel so-o-o-o intolerably heavy ... oh yes, I see they are hot
and flushed as they want to close ... you will lo-o- o-ove this
experience, my dear. I know how go-o-od it feels to give up all
control, your heavy, heavy eyelids are so-o-o leaden as you
respond only to me Brenda ... feel them burn now? Yes-s-s ...
ever so heavy! ... they are watering and burning ... watering
and burning so-o-o-o badly ... you feel that any second they
must close down softly and drowsily, Brenda ... you love
drifting and floating ... so impossibly heavy aren't they? ...
you may begin to yield now ... go a-a-allll the way down."

Brenda was clearly making no effort to resist the other's
instructions. Her breathing was uneven and shallow, her
cheekbones glistened with moisture from watering eyes which now
fluttered and blinked rapidly. The mentalist stroked her temples
just over the ears. Each light stroke seemed to pull my date's
head forwards into the intense gaze of Madame Mesmere.

Now Brenda's body jerked a little, then swayed from the
ankles suddenly towards the hypnotist, who quickly kept her
upright merely by holding one finger against Brenda's forehead.
The eyes closed, and a shuddering sigh told me that the trance
was now complete.

"Wait there rooted to the floor now, my dear," was the next
command, given in a louder voice. Think nothing, hear nothing,
dream nothing until I address you again. You see I can have you
remain standing straight and tall without falling. Go deeper and
deeper ... deeper and deeper automatically ... obey me, Brenda
... you may safely obey me completely!"

Madame quickly turned her head, and she saw me before I
could retreat. Watching Brenda hypnotized close up had given me a
bulging hard-on, and as the mesmerist came to join me in the
front room, I held my coat in front of me.

"I've encountered voyeurs before, but none so fetching as
you!" were her first surprising words to me. Looking me up and
down (I fancy she approved, as I've never been called wanting in
the masculine looks department), she turned and walked towards
the sofa, beckoning me to follow.

"I really think I should go ... we should go ... we drove
here together ... " I mumbled unconvincingly. My face burned in
embarrassment.

Mesmere chuckled. "There's more to this than you are
letting on ... James, isn't it? I find that little talents are
appealing to many men, yes, and women too ... some think it
strange ... " and her left hand found its way suddenly under my
coat, brushing against my still-erect penis through my pants! The
assault made me gasp, I stepped backwards, and would have fallen
if the hypnotist's other hand had not grasped me strongly by the
lapel and held me up.

"I'd better set you straight on a couple of important
points," she murmured, extracting her hand smoothly. "I have
extensive experience in all forms of trance and trance induction,
James," she said. "I offer everything from public demonstrations
in hospitals and psychology departments to rather ... specialized
personal consultations. I can see confusion and not a little
embarrassment in you ... tell me now, what's this," and she
looked pointedly at my lap, then back up straight at my face,
"what's this all about?"

" ... I ... " No coherency yet, but I soon found myself
speaking frankly to her. I know now that I had already
surrendered some of my personal control to Zarah, but at the time
I found it surprisingly easy to confide in her, quite quickly!

I have had a fascination with the phenomenon of hypnosis
since some incident in very early age, and find that the sight
of a person undergoing trance has a strong sexual effect on me
... I don't know why. I know that I watched movies in which
people were spellbound with almost religious ecstasy. As I spoke,
Madame held onto my arm, and sat me back on the sofa, as if I
were handicapped. She nodded warmly to me.

What power she suddenly projected! The full force of her
personality was staggering. I had really forgotten all about my
"date," so self-absorbed was I at that moment. Of course, the
mentalist was experienced at reading faces.

ENTER
TEEN STEAM

"Hypnosis is a type of seduction, James," she nodded,
"especially in my life too! ... but I use it solely for my own
pleasure. Observing the mechanisms of control and submission,
those are my passions ... and they are very strong passions for
me indeed ... as I see they are to you, though you hadn't known
until this ... very ... moment ... Control, and ... deep,
deep submission ... yes ... submission ... those who can
respond quickly and very deeply truly are gifted ... that's
right, James, it's a very special gift, you know ... to be able
to surrender control ... to relax and submit ... to submit to
firm, gentle control ..."

I was suddenly aware that I had not blinked in several
minutes, and was sitting way back in my chair. I shook my head
slowly to try and clear the cobwebs I felt forming. Zarah gave a
small friendly smile. Defensively, I blurted out that I felt
uneasy in the dressing room, when anyone could come in and see
us, but I know my demurrer was half-hearted at best. She gave a
small, friendly smile, and reached out to take my coat from off
my lap. As she hung it over her chair, she continued her spiel.

"Your masculine instinct to assert domination is naturally
strong, yet there is a yielding side even in the most
aggressive," Zarah said. "Usually in my various tour cities, I
observe people like you in my audience during a performance. I
may keep up a ... personal contact with the most ... rewarding
... prospects. I often arrange ... how shall I call it ...
small private 'seances' in my hotel suite, or in their homes.
Many of my hosts are glad to invite me back ... although some
are not truly aware of why they have done so." Her gaze burned me
yet again, and I felt my cock respond with a surprising surge. I
must have blushed. She changed the subject abruptly.

"You don't know Brenda yet, do you? I mean know her
intimately, as an erotic being? She arouses you, I can see that
... but you and I are already very intimate ourselves, aren't we?
The two of you seem alike in a curious way ... very well-favored
in face and physique, but perhaps a shyness, and a self-centered
nature ... Well, if we are to know each other better, you will
soon find yourself abandoning such confining attitudes."

She nodded, still gazing right at me, and I found my head
nodding its agreement. Really, I was had almost stopped paying
attention to her words, her voice was so warm! It deepened more
now, as if it were coming through a tunnel. Her unblinking gaze
seemed to pass right through my body. Her eyes had lost their
focus, and looked right through me, as if into infinite reaches
beyond.

"Submission is just the alternate side of dominance, James,
just like Yin and Yang. I respect man's need for both; indeed,
I often attend submission rituals to which I give my own
self-ness up. You might eventually see this other side of me,
which would give me pleasure, but right now, I prefer being in
charge. You and lovely Brenda need to learn these sides of
yourselves better, and I, James ... well, I am perfect in the
teacher's role ... perfect for you ... I know you'll enjoy your
revelations ... and I'm never wrong ... never ... ."

As these words flowed on and on, there seemed to be a
woolly sort of buzz in my ears, which shut out other sounds. In
the heavy silence, I became partially aware that I hadn't moved
in what seemed like hours! I didn't even think of moving, I felt
so lazy. Had she been talking for a short time, or forever? I
felt comfortable and lethargic, yet more sexually aroused than
before. Curiously, I felt that my sexuality need no longer be
concealed ... even in front of a stranger.

The outside world of the nightclub sounds now slowly
drifted back into my awareness. Zarah nodded at me. And Brenda
was now standing right by my sofa, apparently still asleep! When
had she come in?

"James ... stay perfectly still for a few moments ...
that's right, just stay in your chair, so comfy, isn't it?" came
a warm, deep voice, as if from a distance, yet at the same time
right inside my head! I remained seated, unconcerned now with
any outside events, as the hypnotist moved over beside Brenda,
and began murmuring softly right into her ear. My date's eyes
were tightly shut, and her head nodded to the words.

"I'm sure I can promise that a new world of unexpected
pleasure and gratification will soon be open to you," said Zarah
to me. "When you take Brenda home, you will participate in an
interesting demonstration she will show you. Don't take
advantage of her tonight, though, will you James?"

My head shook in agreement, as if by its own accord.

"Just accept what happens for now, and we'll talk at
greater length later ... Brenda, kneel down right here, now."
Miss Feminine Equality dropped instantly to her knees, eyes still
closed, at the command.

"James, your body is motionless, but I know that you're
very aroused," spoke the hypnotist. "Brenda, I want to awaken
some very very deep senses in you now. I want you to lean
forward, and smell something very special. You will shortly take
in a very powerful and special scent." She gently pushed Brenda's
head towards my lap, and continued:

"Inhale, hold it in, exhale ... again ... and again now.
Hold in that smell, live that wonderful odor, let it penetrate
you to your deepest, deepest core. Go on, Brenda, deeeep, deeeep
breaths now ... it's a very powerful musk that James exudes,
isn't it?" Brenda nodded quickly, still on her knees next to me.
Her breathing seemed very loud all at once. The irresistible
voice droned on:

"James, you are so horny, now! What a powerful looking
bundle you have there, and such a strong odor too. So unnatural
to keep it confined so very tightly ... let it out, please. You
must be bursting ... yes you look about to burst! You'll find
you can quickly move your hands now. Hurry, unzip it, let it pop
right out ... there you go ... my my!" she said, as my fingers
flew to do her bidding. "What a lovely erection! It looks so
tingly now, is it tingly and aroused, James? Yess-s-s-s it's
tingling, I see it's throbbing quite strongly! Just look at it
quiver and try to stand up even stiffer now ... stiffer ...
stiffer and stiffer, James! Brenda is in heaven with the strong
smell of your musk as you now become even more aroused. I love to
see a beautiful naked penis like yours pulsing, pulsing right up
into the air, straight up in the air, it shows how very
responsive and free you have become to me, in just a short time!
I will touch it now, and you may then release your semen."

Zarah pushed Brenda's face even closer to my erection. The
girl was inhaling, and releasing each breath with an audible
sigh. Her torso trembled slightly. She leaned forward, and I
jolted as her nose touched my shaft! Go on, I heard in my
innermost thoughts, I must, the urge is strong ... let it come
now, I want to let it all go!

Zarah's soft hand touched my cock, tickled the glans and
rubbed lightly over its length, as I threw my head back, and
held my breath. The electric feel of orgasm quickly overtook me.
A few more touches, and she left my organ jerking into mid-air.

"Tingling ... tingling and burning ... burning and
pumping, pumping ... there it comes pumping out now!" chanted
the hypnotist.

I felt the hot liquid burning me, forcing its way up,
up my shaft ... surging up ... surging and now shooting out and
up, onto the floor, dribbling back down my slimy shaft, flowing
out and over my hardness, pulse after hot pulse.

My heaving chest finally stilled. I knew I was almost
laying back across the couch, but I felt as if I would never
want to move again ... I was that drained! Brenda had left the
room while Zarah helped me clean myself off as my dick slowly
shrunk under her knowing gaze. She zipped me up, held my chin,
and burned through me again with those eyes. The most blissful
warmth surged into my head from her fingers resting in easy
possession of my very being.

"My, James, what a powerful ejaculation you possess! I
envy the recipient of such a strong, burning jet of lust and
love ... " I smiled sleepily and sighed in blissful release. She
tugged at my hands suddenly now. "All right, you may come right
out of your chair now, out of your trance and up, back completely
with us now. Up you come, here you come, James ... there!
Feels good, doesn't it? Why don't you just wait outside for a
minute, and you may drop Brenda off at her apartment. It's great
to feel so completely alert now ... off you go!"

I couldn't speak, my shock and amazement at my exhibition
was so profound. I dutifully left and waited at a nightclub
table, ordering a milkshake, which I greedily gulped down.

When Brenda emerged after about fifteen minutes, she seemed
as animated as had the woman earlier. She chattered gaily away
as we took a cab to her apartment.

"You know, I think I was a little sucked in by that show
this evening, Jim," she mused. "I'm glad we got that lady to
bring me back to my senses! Damn, how did it get to be so late?
I've got an early class tomorrow. Just drop me off at the
apartment, okay? I better sleep it off."

She seemed as stand-offish as ever, giving no signals that
I should put the moves on her. She had clearly no memory of the
events in the dressing room. The cab arrived, and she asked me
to see her to the door.

Inside her foyer, she had tilted her head towards me for a
kiss, when I saw it hit her. Her eyes glazed suddenly, and her
voice thickened. "James, I feel so tingly all of a sudden ...
whoo!" As our lips met, her tongue surprised me by thrusting its
way into my mouth. The kiss lasted and lasted, her breath coming
quicker, and then:

"There, that's for being so understanding, and this ...
and this ... " her voice stopped, and she dropped to her knees
in front of me, her eyes closed. She rubbed her face against the
renewed lump in my trousers, inhaled deeply, and sighed. Her
voice became higher and more girlish.

"This is your ... cock, isn't it ... your thick, long
cock ... it feels so-o-o hard and smells so-o-o-o good ...
Jimmy, I wish I could suck it ... slurp it right into my mouth
now ... "

She burrowed her nose into my crotch again. Her voice was
muffled as she seemed to want to climb right into my underwear.
"O-o-ooh ... I'm hungry for it, Jimmy ... it could sli-i-i-de
right in ... right between my lips ... " Another deep
inhalation. "I wish I could feel it spurt into me ... spurting
and spurting ... it would make me co-o-o-ome ... " her voice
trailed off into quick panting, then silence.

She gulped convulsively, and with a final nuzzle, she stood
up, shivered, and seemed to snap out it a quickly as she had went
under. She tossed me a dizzy smile, and opened the elevator
door.

"Well, thanks again ... see you around! Maybe I'll buzz
you next weekend, okay?"

Without a backward look, she left me, throbbing there in
the lobby. The taxi driver probably noticed me panting like a
dog, and left me to my own bemused reverie. Needless to say when
I reached my apartment, it took just a few tortured seconds until
my penis, truly hard, was spurting a burning load over my
bathroom floor. I slept fitfully that night, to say the least.
My imagination worked overtime, as did my right hand. Thank God
for Jergen's Lotion - the next morning, my room smelled like a
cherry! I was so wrung out, I took the day off from work.

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