From 74734.271@compuserve.comMon Nov 13 18:04:23 1995 Date: Mon Oct 9 19:59:22 EST 1995 From: 74734.271@compuserve.com Subject: submit RC-Hypnotized.txt DISCLAIMER : If you think this might offend you, don't read it. If you don't think it will offend you, enjoy it. No one/nothing in here is real or is meant to resemble anyone/anything/anywhere. Written by RC. Author assumes no responsibilty for anything anyone does with this. Comments welcome. "Hypnotized" *** PART 1 *** Tracy had asked me to come over Friday evening, saying she had to show me something she thought I would enjoy. I spent the week wondering what she had up her sleeve. I got to her place about five thirty Friday. She said hello, we had a few beers and talked for half an hour or so. Then she told me that we would be having someone join us shortly, and asked me to just watch and let things happen, not to get involved. I asked what she was talking about, but she would only say that I would understand as things progressed. A few minutes after that, her doorbell rang. Tracy answered the door and came into the living room a few minutes later with another girl. I was intruduced to Amy. Amy had long blonde hair, fantastic blue eyes, and a body that could be in any magazine around. I found myself coming up with all kinds of scenarios for whatever was going to happen. We sat back down in the living room, me on the couch, Amy and Tracy in recliners. We had another beer and made the usual small talk for a while. Then Tracy said she had something she wanted Amy to see. She got up and went over to Amy's chair. Tracy's top was cut very low, and I had noticed a chain around her neck, reaching down between her breasts. Now she tugged on the chain, on the end of which was a crystal pendant. She took it off and held it in front of Amy, saying she had bought it the day before. Amy was leaning back in her recliner, and Tracy held the chain so Amy could remain resting comfortably, looking up slightly at the pendant. Tracy asked if Amy could see the image inside the pendant. At the same time, she began moving the pendant so it moved slowly, side to side, back and forth, around in a circle. Amy said no, she didn't see the image. Tracy told her to look deep inside the pendant. Tracy's voice had become very soft, very soothing. She continued telling Amy to look deeper into the pendant, concentrate on it completely. Amy became still, staring up at the pendant as Tracy moved it gently. Now Tracy was saying that the image could be seen easier if Amy let herself relax and focus even more. Let everything else fade away, just watch the pendant swinging back and forth, back and forth. Amy's eyes moved with the motion of the pendant, but her head remained resting against the back of the recliner. All Amy had to do, Tracy said, was let herself go, feel herself being drawn to the pendant. As she said that, she slowly moved it closer to Amy, and Amy's eyes followed as it moved higher and higher, closer and closer. Now the pendant was almost over Amy's head. Her eyes rose up towards her eyelids. Tracy told Amy she could feel herself relaxing completely now, and her eyelids were feeling too heavy to keep open. She could see the image some other time, Tracy said. For now, all Amy had to do was feel her eyelids get heavier and heavier, and as they did, her body would become more and more relaxed. Feel it happen, Tracy said. Let it happen. It feels so good. If Amy wanted to close her eyes, she could. When she did close her eyes, she would feel a sensation of relaxation like she had never imagined washing through her entire body. She could let herself go totally, become limp, and loose, and lazy. Just let it happen, Amy. Feel yourself letting go... I had been watching Amy's reactions, then my eyes wandered to the pendant. As it hovered gently over Amy, I found myself becoming more intent on Tracy's voice. I dimly realized that Tracy was hypnotizing Amy, and that I was now falling into a trance as well. Reluctantly, and with great effort, I took my eyes from the pendant and once again watched Amy's face as she sank into hypnosis. Her facial muscles were completely relaxed now, her lips parted a bit. Her eyes were closed, her body nestled into the recliner. Tracy went on for a few moments, coaxing Amy deeper and deeper. Then she quietly put the chain back around her neck, tucked the pendant back into her top, and looked at me. Seeing me watching in facination, she smiled at me. For the next several minutes, Tracy gave Amy suggestions designed to deepen her hypnotic trance. Then Tracy had Amy imagine that helium ballons were tied to her right wrist, and she would feel her arm drift gently and easily into the air. As I watched, myself almost spellbound by Tracy's soft voice, Amy's arm rose slowly off the arm of the recliner. As Tracy reenforced her suggestions, Amy's arm moved quicker, until her arm was pointing straight up at the ceiling. Tracy then brought Amy's arm slowly back to her side. Now Tracy winked at me. Turning back to Amy, she told her that every time she saw Tracy's pendant moving slowly around, she would feel herself relaxing, letting go. The longer she watched it, the more relaxed she would become. She would not want to resist these sensations, she would want to let herself go. After a while, she would surrender totally to the relaxation. Her eyes would close and she would sink deeply into the relaxed state she was now enjoying. Tracy wouldn't have to say a word, Amy's attention would be held completely by the pendant, and the sensations of relaxation would increase until she could no longer keep her eyes open. Tracy was silent for a minute. Then she said she was going to count from one to five, and at the count of five, Amy's eyes would open, and she would be totally awake, totally refreshed. She also said there was no reason for Amy's concious mind to bother remembering anything that had happened after she first looked at the pendant. Her unconcious mind would recall everything at the appropriate times. She then counted slowly, and at five, Amy's eyes opened slowly. She blinked several times, then, noticing Tracy next to her, tried to speak. In this, she didn't succeed, and she had to swallow a few times because her mouth was dry. Finally, she asked Tracy what had happened. Tracy answered that she had been showing Amy her new pendant and wondering if she could see the image inside of it. She then asked if Amy had been able to see it. Amy looked puzzled and said she didn't think so. Tracy asked if Amy wanted to see it again. Amy said yes. Barely able to conceal her glee, Tracy removed the necklace from her neck and held the pendant in front of Amy. As Amy's eyes fastened onto it, Tracy gave me a big smile. Amy sat there for several minutes, staring fixedly at the pendant. I could see her body gradually relaxing. Her face went blank, her mouth opened a bit. Then her eyelids flickered a few times and closed for good. Tracy hadn't said a word. Tracy's smile would have lit up the dark side of the moon. Once again putting the necklace back on, she asked quietly if Amy could hear her. Amy mumbled yes, and Tracy gave her deepening suggestions for about ten minutes. Then she paused, looked at me, took a deep breath, and actually crossed her fingers. Turning back to Amy, she suggested that Amy just drift away, away from this place, away from everything. Drifting gently and freely to another place, where she would be able to experience pleasure she had never thought possible. Would Amy like to be in this place? Amy said yes again. Tracy said that now Amy was finding herself in a beautiful place, a very beautiful bedroom. The bed was the perfect size, the sheets were her favorite color, the pillows were just the way she liked. It was the perfect bedroom, everything exactly as she wanted it. She asked Amy what color the walls were. After a few seconds, Amy mumbled white. Asked about the sheets, Amy said they were blue. Tracy said that Amy was finding herself lying on the bed, totally nude. She was completely comfortable, completely relaxed. She was lying, relaxed and nude, on a perfect bed with blue sheets. As she lay there, just letting herself relax more and more, she would find herself thinking about entering a relaxed state just like the one Tracy had helped her to enter. All she had to do, Tracy told her, was lie back, close her eyes, and take three deep, slow, breaths. Each time she exhaled, she would feel herself sink deeper into relaxation. Each time she exhaled, she would feel herself sink deeper into the perfect bed she was lying on. As she exhaled the third time, she would let herself surrender totally to the sensations of relaxation and feel her body go limp, and loose, and lazy. She could then drift gently, listening to Tracy's voice guide her even deeper into her self-induced state of relaxation. As I watched, Amy really did take three deep, slow, breaths. As she exhaled the third time, her body sank even deeper into the recliner. Tracy's face was glowing with exitement as she continued. Now Amy was so relaxed, so comfortable. She was feeling so good that she might even feel as if she was becoming slightly aroused. Every breath she took allowed her to feel better and better. It felt so good, lying in her perfect bed, her perfect body perfectly relaxed. Now, Tracy said, Amy would notice a growing desire to feel even more pleasure. Tracy said that if Amy wanted to, she could very gently and easily move her hands over her body, totally aware of every sensation her soft touch created in her body. She would be aware of the softness of her skin, the warmth of her body, as her hands gently moved over her body. She could move her hands and still remain perfectly relaxed, prefectly comfortable. She would feel so good as her hands moved over her body. Amy lay in the recliner, her hands in her lap. Now her hands actually moved a bit, as if she wanted to do something but wasn't sure what. This happened several times, as Tracy continued to hypnotically build Amy's desire for more pleasure. Finally, Amy's hands moved for real, very slowly, but now with a purpose. Her fingers moved up her abdomen to her chest, then around her nipples, her fingers sliding smoothly over her top. Tracy didn't let up, driving Amy higher and higher, and Amy began squeezing her breasts. Her open mouth let out a soft moan. Tracy's voice dropped to a whisper now, letting Amy's passion take control. She began repeating the word "orgasm" over and over, mixed in with her other suggestions of hightened awareness. Amy's right hand now moved back down over her stomach, and her legs slowly spread apart a bit. Her fingers began rubbing her jeans between her legs. Softly at first, then with more intensity, she brought herself closer and closer to orgasm. Tracy stopped whispering now, and what happened next happened very quickly. She told Amy to focus totally on the pleasure as she counted from one to five. As she counted, Amy would quickly drift away from her perfect place and at the count of five, she would find herself once more in this room, resting comfortably in the recliner. She would be totally out of her deeply relaxed state, fully concious and awake. She spoke very fast, and then counted 1-2-3-4-5 in about a second. Amy's eyes popped open. Her left hand was still massaging her breasts, and her right hand was still between her legs. Her jeans were darkening beneath her fingers from the juices her excitement was producing. She blinked a few times, and her hands paused for a few seconds. But she couldn't stop. Tracy had created such an aroused state within Amy that she had to keep going. Her eyes closed again, not due to a hypnotic trance, but a sexual one. Her fingers resumed their activities, but now aware of things, Amy's right hand slid beneath her jeans. Seconds later she was writhing in the recliner, totally lost in her passion. Tracy stood next to her, watching with wide eyes. She looked almost as turned on as Amy. My cock was threatening to split my jeans open. As I watched, Tracy leaned over and undid a button on Amy's top. Amy opened her eyes a bit, but didn't slow down. She looked curiously up at Tracy for a second, then her eyes closed again. Immediately, Tracy undid the rest of Amy's top. Amy made no move to stop her. She did, however, take the opportunity to slide her left hand under her loosened top and under her bra. Tracy took Amy's top and moved it away to both sides, fully exposing Amy's bra. Then Tracy took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and gently carressed Amy's unoccupied breast. Amy's eyes flew open again. At that moment, however, she came yet again, and her eyes flickered closed as her body shuddered. Tracy reached down and unzipped Amy's jeans. Soon Tracy's fingers had joined Amy's between her legs. Amy made no move to stop Tracy, in fact spreading her legs a bit wider for her. After a while, and what seemed like several dozen orgasms, Tracy bent over and kissed Amy full on the mouth. Amy's eyes opened yet again, but closed immediately and she responded with interest. Her left hand reached around Tracy's neck and pulled her face closer to her own. I sat there watching as Amy then reached over and undid Tracy's jeans. Tracy smiled down at her, and guided Amy's willing hand to her waiting pussy. Now it was Tracy's turn to close her eyes in ecstacy. She threw her head back, moaning again and again. Now Amy sat up in the recliner. She reached over and undid Tracy's top, Tracy shrugged her top onto the floor, and removed her bra as well. Amy froze. Tracy looked at her questioningly. She was so hot now, and she wanted Amy bad. But Amy knelt on the recliner, not moving. Then Tracy realized what was happening. Upon removing Tracy's top, Amy had seen the pendant underneath, resting comfortably between Tracy's breasts. Recalling Tracy's hypnotic suggestions, her eyes had fastened on it, and she was now drifting helplessly into hypnosis. Tracy, not wanting to interfere with her post-hypnotic command, watched dejectedly as Amy sank back into hypnosis. As Amy's eyes closed, her body went limp, and she slumped into the recliner. Sighing, Tracy arranged Amy's body a bit more comfortably. She took her pendant in her hand and looked at it ruefully. Then her face brightened. She turned back to Amy and whispered something to her. Then she turned to me with a big smile on her face. Holding the pendant up in front of me she asked, in a very soft, soothing voice, if I could see the image inside her pendant. *** PART 2 *** She had a very innocent look on her face, but after seeing Amy get caught in Tracy's hypnotic trap, I obviously knew very well what she was up to. I just grinned at her and said I didn't think so. She continued looking at me with those big, soft, brown, Bambi eyes, and whispered "Please?" Something in the back of my mind was telling me to just shut up and let her do it. She almost had a pleading look in her eyes, and as I tried to figure out what the best course of action was, she spoke again. She started telling me how she had hypnotized Amy, which I sort of knew already. In her soft voice, she said how watching the pendant had kept Amy's conciousness occupied while Tracy's voice had gone straight into her mind, bypassing Amy's defenses. The key, she said, was to keep the concious mind busy while the hypnotic suggestions were working at an unconcious level. As Amy's attention had narrowed totally to watching the pendant, Tracy's commands had become almost irrestistible. And as Amy's eyes had grown physically tired from focusing so intently on the pendant, Tracy had been able to build on that feeling, suggesting that Amy's whole body was relaxing as well. It was all very simple, Tracy said, and all Amy had had to do was let it happen. All anyone had to do in order to be hypnotized was just allow it to happen. Just feel the relaxation spreading, let it happen. Feel their eyelids growing heavy, so heavy, and before long, it would be impossible to keep them open. All I had to do was let it happen. Feel my breathing become slow, deep, and gentle. Let it happen. As Tracy spoke, still using her soothing, gentle voice, she continued to look straight at me. I listened to her, facinated at how simple it seemed to be to hypnotize someone. It never occured to me that she had stopped talking about Amy, and hypnotizing people in general, and started talking specifically to me. I just stared into those beautiful brown eyes and listened with rapt attention to her describe how to induce a hypnotic trance. The fact that it was now being induced in me never occured to me. I had been prepared to resist looking at Tracy's pendant, knowing what the result would be. The fact that her eyes were holding me spellbound just as well as the pendant never occured to me either. I'm not really sure if I conciously decided to let Tracy put me in a trance, or if she had me "in her power" before I had time to decide either way. Her eyes stared deep into mine, I couldn't look away, and I was aware of Tracy's soothing voice persuading me to let myself go. My body tingled a bit, and felt almost as if it was sinking into the couch. Tracy's voice was always there, gently guiding my mind in the direction she wanted me to go. Tracy was saying I could close my eyes and prepare to experience great pleasure, such as I had seen Amy experiencing. As my eyes closed and I surrendered myself to Tracy, I was dimly aware that despite my body being as limp as a dish towel, I seemed to have an immense erection. I heard Tracy say the word "five". My eyes opened. I blinked several times and looked around. I was still on the couch, slumped against the back. Amy was still sleeping peacefully in her recliner. Tracy stood in front of me, watching me with an amused look on her face. I realized right away what had happened, and I had to smile back. Tracy asked how I felt, and after I got my voice working again, I had to say I felt absolutely fantastic. She grinned slyly and asked me to tell her about it. I thought for a moment, and had to tell her that all I remembered was looking into her eyes. Still smiling, she told me I'd gone out like a light. She came closer, and knelt on the couch, actually straddling my legs as I sat there. She reached out and started gently massaging my neck and shoulders. I looked at her curiously. She looked calmly back at me and continued her massage. I immediately noticed two things. One, I was getting hard again. Two, I was already starting to feel as if I was falling into her eyes. She didn't speak, she just stared at me and gently carressed my neck and shoulders. It was getting hard to keep my head up, the muscles were becoming so relaxed. I realized what was happening, but I had no choice but to continue staring into her eyes and allow myself to be taken in. After some time, the muscles in my neck were so limp it was impossible to hold my head up to meet her gaze. My head dropped loosely to my chest, and my eyes snapped shut. I awakened to find myself still on the couch, my head down. With an effort, I looked up to find Amy and Kim sitting in the recliners, watching me. It took a few seconds to get myself together, and I had to smile. Tracy smiled back, and slowly stood up. She asked Amy to sit next to me on the couch, and she stood in front of us, smiling. We waited expectantly. Finally, she spoke. "Both of you know what happened, right?" Amy and I nodded. "You know you've been hypnotized, and you know that I can hypnotize you again any time I want to, right?" Again we agreed. "Did you enjoy being hypnotized?" Both of us nodded and said yes. "Do you know what hypnotic suggestions you were given?" We said no, but Amy added that she had a pretty good idea based on what had happened when she awakened the first time. Tracy smiled at her, and I began to wonder if anything similar had happened to me. My cock grew at that thought. Tracy noticed the growing lump in my jeans, and her smile was now directed at me. As if reading my mind, she asked if I felt left out at not being given the same treatment as Amy. Figuring she still had something up her sleeve, I said no. She stood there, her top gone, her nipples pointing at us, her jeans in a heap on the floor. Amy sat next to me, her jeans now gone as well, in panties, bra, and an open shirt. The lump in my pants grew. Quietly, Tracy asked me to unzip my jeans. Suddenly embarrassed for some reason, I glanced at Amy. She just motioned to her bare legs, and with a grin told me that I might as well, because Tracy could make me do it anyways. So I unzipped my jeans. Released, my cock popped out immediately. Tracy came closer, and bent down to examine it. "Very nice", she said. Turning to Amy, she said "Wouldn't it be a shame to waste something like that? But before we take care of it, we should real sure it's ready." She held her hand out to Amy, who took it. Tracy straightened up, and Amy stood up as well. They stood right in front of me, facing each other. I wanted to stand up and jump them both, but sheer curiosity made me wait for whatever was going to happen next. I didn't wait long. Tracy's hand slid underneath Amy's panties. Amy gasped, but made no move to resist. Staring into Amy's wide eyes, Tracy quickly brought Amy to orgasm. Amy stood helplessly, held by Tracy's eyes, as her body shuddered again and again. Her knees trembled, and I thought for a moment she would fall, but holding Tracy's hand seemed to have a steadying effect on her. I watched, seemingly as helpless as Amy, as Tracy made her cum. Then Tracy removed her hand. After Amy caught her breath, and still holding her gaze, Tracy whispered, "Now, Amy, please do the same for me." Amy's free hand slowly moved towards Tracy. She touched Tracy's thigh. Then her fingers moved to Tracy's panties, and she paused. Then, very slowly indeed, she slid her fingers underneath to where Tracy's soaking pussy waited. Moments later, Tracy was finding it hard to keep her eyes locked on Amy's, as she came over and over. But Amy was still spellbound, and seemed to be getting more into what she was doing. Tracy let her go on for quite a while, riding wave after wave of pleasure. Finally, Tracy gasped, "OK, Amy, stop now. Oh, God, that was good, Amy." Amy obediently stopped, and removing her hand, let it drop to her side. Tracy stood there panting for several moments, still keeping Amy under the power of her eyes. Then she spoke again, hardly loud enough for me to hear. "Amy, let your eyes close now." Amy's eyes closed instantly. "Now, Amy, you can let yourself go. You can now give yourself pleasure in any way you wish. You can do anything you wish to give yourself pleasure. Nothing will stop you, nothing will disturb you. You don't have to hold back at all. You will find the pleasure greater than anything you have ever experienced before in your life. When I release your hand, you can surrender yourself to the passion you are now feeling. Give yourself to it, be one with it. You ARE passion, you ARE desire. Let it happen. The next time you feel my touch, you will know it is time to return to this place, and you will prepare yourself to listen to my voice once again." Tracy took her hand from Amy's. Amy stood there quivering for a second. Then her hand dove beneath her panties and into her pussy. To my surprise, instead of watching Amy, Tracy too was fondling herself. Both of them stood there in front of me, eyes closed, lost in their own private worlds of pleasure. As things progressed, two piles of discarded clothing grew on the floor as they shed their remaining bras, panties, etc. I sat on the couch, watching as the two of them drove themselves wild. Their scents filled the room, their moans and gasps were continuous. My cock felt ready to burst. I had never been so horny. But whether it was a post-hypnotic suggestion Tracy had given me, or just not wanting to miss anything, I just sat there and watched. Amy was writhing on the floor now. Tracy was leaning against the wall with one hand buried between her legs, the other roaming her body. Amy's back arched high into the air as yet another orgasm ripped through her body, then slammed back to the floor, she was too exhausted to support herself. Tracy threw her head back and let out a long, drawn-out sound that was somewhere between a scream and a whisper. Then, finally, Tracy's hands dropped to her side, and she rested against the wall, fighting for air. When she regained her composure, she looked at me, grinning wickedly as the sight of my cock pointing forlornly skyward. Without a word, she crept over to Amy and gently carressed her shoulder. Amy, in mid-orgasm, went limp, and lay there panting. Tracy let her recover a bit, then softly suggested she open her eyes and awaken. Amy lay there looking up at the ceiling for a minute as she got her breath back. Finally, she looked around. Seeing Tracy standing near her, she looked up at her and said, "Oh, my God." Tracy smiled down at her, then reached down and gently helped her to her feet. They stood there, supporting each other for a few moments as Amy regained her composure. Tracy's arms were around Amy, her hands carressing her gently, and she was whispering in Amy's ear. Amy's body went limp in Tracy's arms. Tracy half carried, half dragged, Amy to the couch and, motioning for me to stand, lay her down. She looked down at Amy with a satisfied expression. I looked at them both, both nude, both hot, both good-looking. I was just about to ask Tracy what she had planned for me, when, without looking up from Amy's body, she told me to take my clothes off. In no time at all, my clothes had joined theirs on the floor. Now I stood naked, my cock pointing at Tracy like a telephone pole. Finally turning away from Amy's sleeping form, Tracy looked at me. To my surprise, it wasn't a look of happy anticipation, or lingering pleasure. It was more a look of knowing conquest, that she had the upper hand in whatever game she was playing. I knew that too. I just didn't quite understand the game yet. *** PART 3 *** Tracy turned away from Amy and walked slowly towards me, her body swaying seductively. Stopping right in front of me, she looked at me for a moment. Then, without a word, she pulled me close to her and kissed me, hard. Her arms went around me, and I felt her fingernails on my back as she started nibbling my neck and even my ear. My arms went around her and I held her as close as possible as her tongue lightly brushed at my earlobe. Then her soft voice asked me if I was ready. Damn right I was! I said yes. Still kissing me, she moved back a step and reached for my rock-hard cock, squeezing it tightly. I about died. Her other arm was still around me, and she was running her tongue up and down my throat. My right hand came from behind her and slid down her body. Her legs parted expectantly, and I felt at last the moist triangle awaiting me there. My finger slipped easily into her soaking snatch. My knees buckled. Tracy still had her arm around me, and supported me as well as she could as I fell limply to the floor. I weighed quite a lot more than Amy, but Tracy managed to get me to the floor with no broken bones. I seemed to be awake and aware, not in any trance state. My body, however, was totally limp and numb. All I could feel was a slight tingle. I found I couldn't even talk. The only thing I could do was move my eyes. Tracy took two pillows, one small, one larger, from the couch. She lifted my head a bit and placed the small one under my neck. The larger one went under my butt. Then she stood over me, her feet straddling my head. I couldn't even move my head, only my eyes had followed Tracy as she had retrieved the pillows. I was looking straight up at her dripping pussy. Still higher, her breasts loomed over me, rocking gently back and forth. Above them, her face stared down at me with a look of triumph. "Sorry about that", she said, not sounding sorry at all. "Amy and I have some other things to do. I hope you don't mind." She went back to the couch and awakened Amy. As Amy got herself together, Tracy assured her that right at the moment she was not under any hypnotic influence at all. Motioning to me, she added that I was available for whatever uses Amy might find for me. Amy came closer, looking curiously at me as I lay there. She asked Tracy if I was hypnotized. Tracy said not really, I was just kind of agreeable to whatever might happen. Amy kept looking at me, her eyes finally coming to rest on my cock. "Does that still work?" Tracy laughed. "Yes, but it won't do much for him." Thanks, Tracy. Amy slowly came closer, and knelt down next to me. She reached out and took my cock in her hand. I guess she squeezed it, because she smiled and looked up at Tracy, saying "Yeah, it seems to be OK." I felt nothing. Amy looked at me again, and hesitated. Then she swung her leg across my body, straddling me. Her pussy was inches above my hard, numb shaft. She looked at Tracy again, almost as if she were asking permission. Tracy just nodded knowingly. Amy lowered herself onto my waiting rod. Her eyes closed, and she began riding me. The pillow Tracy had put under my butt must have been to give Amy a better angle, since I couldn't help by rising up to meet her. Soon, Amy was rocking happily back and forth, up and down. Her face glowed with pleasure, and her sounds were the sounds of pleasure. Her fingers dug into my chest as she came again and again. Every now and then, her eyes would open slightly, and she would smile at me, almost sympathetically. Then they would close again as yet another orgasm washed over her. I don't know how long this went on, but Amy seemed to come several times at least. Finally, she became still, resting her hands on the floor beside me, breathing heavily. I hadn't felt a thing. Softly, Tracy asked if she could have a turn. Smiling, Amy rose up, and to my surprise, my cock still stood there at attention. Tracy quickly took her place. Grinning down at me, she began moving very rapidly, gyrating wildly. Her eyes closed, and in between her moans and sighs, she taunted me. "Oh, God, this feels so good. Oh, this is great. Don't you wish you could enjoy this with me? Oh, you wouldn't believe what you're missing." This went on until she was too far gone to talk any more. Now she, as Amy had, was only making sounds, the sounds you can't understand and yet understand completely. She rode me until she was satisfied, then quickly stood up. My cock, amazingly enough, still stood firm. Tracy grinned down at me. "Thanks. We needed that. Maybe, just maybe, you can have some fun before the night is over." You're all heart, Tracy. She turned to Amy, who had been standing beside us, watching in fascination. "Amy, I'm a bit sore. I need a massage." She lay on the floor next to me. Amy stood still, uncertain. Finally, because of some hypnotic influence, or maybe just because she was becoming used to obeying Tracy, Amy knelt beside her and began massaging her. I couldn't see what was happening, my eyes wouldn't move that far. I heard Tracy sighing contendedly, complimenting Amy on her massage. "Amy, this is wonderful. This feels so good. Don't stop, Amy, I feel so good right now. I'm so relaxed." And so on and so forth. I lay there helpless, feeling like I was listening to a 1-900 call. Finally, Tracy said Amy could stop. Amy stood up, waiting for her next instructions. She was either really hypnotized or had totally submitted to Tracy, I decided. Tracy stood and stretched luxuriously. "OOhhh,,,,,, that was good. Amy, that was fantastic. I have to reward you somehow." For several seconds she was quiet, apparently deciding on Amy's reward. "That's it. Please sit down on the couch, Amy." Amy sat down. Tracy knelt before her and put her hands on Amy's knees. She pushed Amy's legs apart. Amy didn't resist, she just watched as Tracy buried her face between her legs. Seconds later, Amy's eyes were closed and her breath was coming in short gasps. It didn't last long. Amy's body stiffened as she came. Instantly, Tracy stood up and said "Amy, I want you to go into hypnosis, right now." Amy's body twitched a few more times before finally becoming limp. I thought about that being at least the second time Tracy had interrupted Amy in mid-orgasm and sent her into a trance. It didn't seem fair. But then again, neither did my situation. "Amy, you can just relax for a while. Pay no attention to anything you hear. Just drift and relax until you feel my hand on your arm." Then she turned back to me. She knelt between my legs and took me into her mouth. As her head moved up and down, her eyes met mine. Once again, I found myself held by those eyes, watching them move up and down, up and down, as she sucked on my unfeeling cock. I knew what would happen, and it soon did. I felt myself slipping away, everything faded. There was nothing. I was sitting on the couch, next to Amy. Amy was wide awake and talking cheerfully to Tracy. Both were still nude. Tracy saw I was awake, and spoke to me. "So. How do you feel?" I glared at her. "Seems I'm getting the short end of the stick, if you want my honest opinion." She looked at me innocently. "Before all this started, I asked you to just watch and not get involved, didn't I?" "I didn't get myself involved. I had a bit of help, didn't I?" She laughed. "Yeah, I guess you did at that. But really, haven't you enjoyed just watching us? I mean, it's not every day that a guy gets to see two girls getting each other off, is it? And even if you couldn't feel it when Amy and I were on you, I can honestly say we both enjoyed it very much." Amy nodded in agreement. "Well, yeah, it is a hell of a turn-on. But after a while, it's kind of depressing, ya know? I mean, I've been all worked up for how long, now? I'm so damn horny I'd.. I'd... I dunno, I'm just too damn turned on to just watch any more." Tracy considered this. She nodded, and said "OK, I see your point. I guess it's time to let you blow off some steam." She rose, and looked around for a minute. She found whatever she was looking for, and came over to me. Stopping in front of me, she showed me her pendant, that little piece of jewelery that had started this whole thing. "Amy, would you excuse us for a moment, please?" I was curious until I remembered that being exposed to the pendant had quite an effect on Amy. She got up and went into the bathroom. It took a minute to realize that the pendant now seemed to be having an effect on me. While I didn't really feel as if I was going into hypnosis, I did feel kind of different. Hmm... Tracy spoke quietly. "You've seen this before. You know what it is. You've seen the power it has on Amy. And I've made it so it has that same power on you. You were given a hypnotic suggestion so that whenever you saw this pendant moving gently in front of you, your mind would be forced to accept anything it was told during that time. "In two minutes, you will begin to masturbate. Your mind and body will be totally awake and alert, and yet you will still find yourself masturbating. You will not be able to stop. "After you begin, once you have started feeling the effects of your efforts, you will be unable to increase your pleasure. You will have to say, out loud, 'I will obey Tracy', in order to increase your pleasure. This phrase, combined with the motion of your hand, will allow you to reach orgasm after a time. But you MUST repeat that phrase for the pleasure to build to orgasm. Your arousal will continue to build, but the physical sensations you experience will only increase with that phrase." She was silent. She put the pendant away, my eyes following it to the desk drawer. When it was out of sight, I blinked several times. "You really think I'm gonna say that?" She looked calmly at me. "Yes, I do." "Yeah, right. This is turning into bullshit now." Tracy shrugged. My hand went to my cock. Before I knew what was happening, I was fucking my fist. Tracy watched with amusement. "Amy, would you care to come watch this?" Wonderful. My cock stiffened. But nothing happened. There was none of that closer-and-closer feeling. Huh? Tracy laughed. "Humor me. Try it. Say it." "Bullshit." But I couldn't stop. "OK, have it your way." Amy came out of the bathroom. Seeing what I was doing, her face turned bright red. I felt mine flush as well. They watched as my hand unproductively pumped my cock. I wasn't numb this time, I could feel it, but I wasn't getting anywhere. Was she serious? The sight of two nude women watching me play with myself was actually quite a rush, I thought with surprise. What the hell? "I will obey Tracy." My cock responded. Hey, yeah, that really does work. "I will obey Tracy." Yeah, here we go. So she was right. Oh, well. "I will obey Tracy." I said this phrase over and over, until finally that almost-there feeling came over me, and I knew I couldn't stop now. "I will obey Tracy." My cock jerked spastically, and I shot my load all over Tracy's couch and carpet. Still reacting to Tracy's hypnotic command, I continued pumping and saying "I will obey Tracy" as the last drops oozed out of my exhausted cock. "OK, you can stop now", Tracy said. My hand slipped away from my dimishing shaft, and I leaned back, panting. I closed my eyes and tried to slow down a bit. A few seconds later, I sensed someone close to me. Opening my eyes, I found myself looking at Tracy. Our eyes met. Everything went dark. I was dressed again. Amy was nowhere to be seen. The couch and carpet had damp spots where my cum had been cleaned away. My hair was damp, and I smelled a bit like soap. I thought dimly that I had never taken a shower under hypnosis before. Tracy and I were standing by the door. She, too, was dressed again. As I tried to piece things together, she thanked me for coming and said she hoped I could come again sometime. Hearing the double meaning, I looked at her quickly, but her face was all the Miss Innocence look. I wasn't quite sure what to say. She solved that for me. "It's OK. Don't worry about it. I really hope you enjoyed yourself. Just so you know, I didn't give you any suggestions that you have to worry about. You're not going to start quoting Shakespeare at your next business meeting or anything." I had to laugh. As she said goodbye, she handed me two envelopes. My head was still spinning as I walked slowly to my car. I got in and sat there for a minute, trying to clear my thoughts. I glanced at the envelopes. One said "Open me first", the other said "If you get bored". Being curious sort, I opened the first one. Inside was a small piece of yellow sticky paper. All it said was, "I will obey Tracy." Yeah. Right. A last shot from Tracy, I thought. Opening the second one, I found several sheets of note paper. I quickly scanned the first page, and, dumbfounded, read it more slowly. My hands trembled as I read the rest of it. Tracy had given me detailed instructions on how to activate several post-hypnotic suggestions she had planted in Amy's mind. As I read what those suggestions would do, my mind whirled, and I felt myself getting hard. As I backed out to the road, I glanced toward Tracy's place. I saw a sillouhette at an upstairs window, a curtain quickly closing. The contents of the second envelope more than made up for anything devious Tracy might have done with me this evening, and I found myself silently thanking her as I drove home. I should have thought more about the contents of the first envelope. ** THE END *** RC. "Sail on, sail away May all your dreams come to you one day." - Allman Brothers *****************************************************************************