What I Did With MY Hypno-Box! Part 2

A Night With Elizabeth

What I Did With MY Hypno-Box! Part 2

A small tapping on my door, repeated louder when I do not answer at once. I move to the door quietly, and peep through the fisheye. Elizabeth is there, with an ice bucket, and two bottles. Through the distorted lens, her face suddenly looms closer, as she herself tries to hear inside my room. The knock is quite loud, but still I wait.

I peek again, and see that she seems quite jittery… she is shifting from one foot to the other, and her tongue licks her lips swiftly, and she is biting her lower lip…

I answer softly, as if from a distance, “Who is it?”

Her face relaxes, and I see her sigh. “Room service, sir!” she pipes, and I retreat.

“I’m in bed, let yourself in, please,” I call, and shortly hear her passkey turn as I crawl quickly under the covers and prop myself up with pillows.

She flashes a quick smile as she enters. “Compliments of management, sir,” she says… “um… they…ah… wanted you to have some…”

She’s bought the bubbly herself, obviously!

“Please turn out the overhead light, won’t you?” I request, and she moves back to the wall switch immediately. “Good. Now what is your name?”

“Elizabeth.”

“Well, Elizabeth, I really want champagne, and I will repay you for those bottles before I check out, how’s that?”

“… b-but Sir… the management…” she is flustered and licks her lips again.

“Nonsense, come over with the stuff!” I say in a firm voice, and again she does not hesitate. I have her pour two glasses, and she leans over the bedside table, the lamplight revealing that her two top buttons or undone on her uniform shirt! She thinks she is trying to seduce me! She actually gulps her drink down, and almost immediately gives a hiccup, then another. She holds her chest tightly.

“I’m sorry,” she giggles archly, “it’s gone right to my chest! Whoo!”

“Pour another, and drink it slowly,” I suggest, and top up both glasses. She is now seated on the opposite bed, and leans forward again to clink glasses. Our eyes meet, and I see her gulp.

“I know a sure cure for hiccups,” I say in a deep voice, and her eyes widen. “I will relax you first. No, don’t look down… look right up here… come on… right here.” And I point between my own eyes, as I reach out and cup her chin with my other hand.

My touch sets off a quiver in her chin, and another little hiccup, and I have her sip the champagne again, “but don’t look away!” I caution. Now she is smiling as I have her take a deep breath… “annnnd another…. good, now a very sloowww, deeep breath, Elizabeth… yes, you’re starting to relax now, aren’t you?”

“M-hmm!” she says, and wriggles a bit more.

“Look deeper… you can breathe deeply and slowly now,” I continue. “Deeper, right into my gaze… it’s so easy to look so deeply now…” I intone, and I keep my own gaze unfocused and penetrating, as I release her chin gently. Her face remains tilted up in the lamplight as she returns my stare. I sense her bosom rising and falling steadily now, with no sign of hiccups!

“Look deep, Elizabeth, I want you to look sooo deeply that you will feel as if you are falling right into my eyes, yes, falling into my eyes, nothing else exists except my eyes and voice. Hear my voice. Falling…

“Now I think I had better examine you, Elizabeth,” I continue, and, eyes still fixed on mine, not blinking, she gives the slightest of head nods. “Good… you know we call this wonderful feeling you have a trance…” another nod… “a hypnotic trance, and you have entered a deep trance already… why don’t you just reach up and let’s undo those buttons on your blouse… reaching up… here, I’ll take that glass,” I remark, as her hands jerk right up towards her chest, and I see her fingers brush over her bodice as they fumble at the buttons. The shirt falls open slightly, and a pale pink strapless bra appears.

“…aaannnd the last button now. Very good. Elizabeth you are feeling relaxed now. You hear only my voice. You see only my eyes, and you will find it easy to follow all my suggestions.” Another little nod. “I am going to deepen your hypnotic trance now, you will watch my fingers and hands as they begin to move in front of you… good watch these fingers as they rise up up up…”

Her eyes follow my wriggling fingertips and roll convincingly upwards in her head until more white shows than pupil!

“Annd now you are deepening more and more,” I go on, “there are no sounds for you except my voice… my deep, deep voice… and I will help you remove your shirt… there, it slips right off your shoulders. You feel warm and safe, and… oh, you must feel a little stimulated now… I see you are breathing faster.” Indeed, her breath had caught as my hands approached her chest, and as her face now is held pointing up, the light finds two red spots flaring on her cheekbones!

“Yes, your chest is moving more rapidly, Elizabeth… and I will let you see it… now first I will gently stroke your arms. There, you may This is to deepen and reinforce your hypnosis. They will feel a little buzzy and a little puffy as you find you cannot move them… why don’t you try?”

Her bare shoulders give a series of tiny jerks, but her hands don’t leave her lap.

“All right, they are deeply relaxed now, but your upper body is quivering a little. Very slowly now, follow my fingers through the air… that’s right, down, down, I am pulling your eyes down… lowering your chin lower and lower deeper and deeper, and you are looking… down… there, that’s nice, isn’t it? There is your chest. It’s very nice. It’s shaking just a little though, so I will help you lose allll your nervousness, and just feeeeelll good. Watch my palms as they approach, they will feel warm and good as.. they… jusssst … hold you now.”

And I gently cup each firm little breast, as she gives a sudden sigh, and presses forward into my palms.

“You find you can talk while you remain deeply hypnotized. How do my hands feel on you?”

“Ohh, they feel wonnnnderfull!”

“Are they hot?”

“Yes… hot! They tingle, too!” The voice responds easily, just as it had last night!

“They make your breasts tingle…”

“Yes… (gulp) they feel gooooddd…”

“Are you feeling a bit aroused?”

“God, yes!”

“Do you feel you should allow me to remove your brassiere? It looks as if your breasts are swelling, and it would feel sooo good to let them be free…”

“Yes, please take it off!” She is bouncing a little on the mattress, I feel her bosom jounce around as I reach around and undo the clasps. I am careful to maintain contact with her skin, and as I pull the brassiere off her head follows the motions as I discard it. “A-a-a- h-h-hhh!” comes the soft sigh, and her shoulders flex back in relief.

And now her soft shoulders, neck and navel are framing an enchanting picture. Two perfect pears, tipped with rosy buttons are jutting firmly out into the air.

“Your bosoms appear very full and tight, Elizabeth… they are beautiful, and just look at those tips! How pink and straight and stiff they look… they’re jutting out into the room, straight out from your beautiful bosom… are they aching a little?”

“God…” Her arms twitch and do not lift, but her hands press into her lap as if she were supressing a need to pee.

“And look at those nipples… yes, it’s good to see them, but they appear very taut. Tell me how they feel?”

“Oh oh ohoh they’re aching so bad! It hurts it feels good, it hurts…”

“Watch my hands again, here they come to make you feell allll betterrr…”

“Annnhhhh. Ahhnnnnhhh.”

“I am holding your breasts. I am circling them round and round. You want me to caress and stroke them…”

“Stroke them…. stroke them… stroke them…”

“Feel them sticking way out and up into the air…”

“God I never felt them this gooooood…”

“Let’s relieve some of your achiness now, Elizabeth.” My cupped hands narrow down to thumb and fingers as I gently flip them over her nipples. She moans and sticks her shoulders back farther, still watching my every gesture.

“Lie backwards now,” I order her, and cradle her head while the other hand pushes gently backward on her breastbone. “Your arms may leave your lap, they’ve peen pressing inwards, holding you in… what have you been holding?”

“My… sex… so hot…” Her breasts are thrusting upwards as I position her arms straight our from the shoulders. She lies before me, crucified, lush curls tossed sloppily over the bedspread, feet still dangling towards the floor.

“I will attend to your sex later,” I say firmly, and she moans again. “We can relieve your ache first with some more manipulation. Close your eyes now and feel my touch allll over your breasts.”

“NNNN NNNN NNNHH.”

“Your nipples are soo puckery and tight…”

“Nipples, ooo oooooo… flipping them… mmmmmooooooannnnnn…”

“Your deep hum carries right through your body, Elizabeth,” I croon, now twiddling her nips quite rapidly, and beginning to pinch them once in a while.

“MMMMMMMMM… MMMMMMMMM… MMMMMYYYY BODDDDDDDYYYYYYYYYYYYY…”

Her legs straighten out, and I smell a very pungent sexual aroma as I now take the nipples and pull them gently but firmly straight outward, elongating her tits as much as their small stature allows. Her hips buck once, and again and her moans turn almost to sobs as her lower body turns back and forth, pivoting on her wide pelvis. I release her, and hold her under her shoulderblades. My lips pucker, and I nurse each nipple tenderly and deeply as I feel her climax carry her through wave after wave of shuddering sighs.

Finally, I simply watch her as her tension subsides. Her perfect dark-cream complexion is mottled with red patches and misted with perspiration, her shaven armpits likewise.

“You love me to manipulate you.”

As my curved palms wander lightly over her entire torso, now and again cupping those treasures of flesh that so excite me, I hear the smallest of whispers answering “…yessshhhh…”

“You feel so relaxed now.”

“Rellllanngs”

“You will rest a little now, and prepare inwardly for a long night of total pleasure. Rest until I summon you again.”

“…essss…” her breathing deepening and slowing.

I am starting to loosen her belt when I am startled by the loud ringing of the telephone. Elizabeth remains motionless however, thank God! I answer the call from a colleague across town, then have the desk hold all further calls the rest of the night. My heart couldn’t take that sort of shock twice!

The pants are now slid down her thighs and legs. She is not wearing those white J.C. Penney specials tonight! Across her wide hips stretch a very brief pair of light blue panties. Her sexual odor is strong, and the entire teeny strip of silk is saturated with her spendings! The fabric doesn’t begin to cover the plentiful genital hair, and indeed has worked its way in between her labia from her exertions. I let it remain there. I rest my head lightly on her belly. The nearness of her fragrant pussy piques my senses, and I am already sporting a king-size boner!

I’m too near the point of ejaculation to stop now, and her soft helpless nudity is unbelievably energizing! I have removed my own clothing in a trice, and my cock stretches out like a sensitive antennae as I climb gently onto the bed. A few gentle thrusts against her pubic mound bring a tiny throb and a droplet of thin liquid from me. As I fight to keep the last of my control, I slide my hot pecker up her body (with no response from her at all-she must really be zonked!), linger over one breast, then into one smooth-as- silk armpit, now cool and dry again in the room air.

Quickly now, I’m going to cream! I stand over her head (it’s turned onto one side), and bury my cock in her hair. That’s too much and I feel the burn overtake my control. I kneel beside her face and strain my pecker over towards her mouth. I feel her lips graze me as the first wad boils up and out. Another! I keep myself shooting along her lips, now slippery with my cream, smearing her mouth with the discharge…

When I straighten painfully back up and my breathing subsides, I actually see her deep, slow breaths bubbling through the film of semen deposited on her lips!

I lean over and whisper, “sleep, sleep and taste, taste good, taste good and sleep…” and her tongue emerges and polishes her mouth clean. There is residue on cheeks and a droplet on her forehead, but I let these dry.

After a quick shower, I fill the tub with very warm water. I set out towels, shampoo and my own hair dryer from my suitcase.

Kneeling by the slumbering form, I first whisper, then drone my next set of commands.

“Elizabeth you are coming up from sleep, now, you are drowsy but you can move. Yes you can move now, but you are very very deep in a trance, aren’t you?”

A nod. “Mhmm-hmmm.”

“Your trance will not end until tomorrow when you depart… this room is your trance room, Elizabeth.”

“MMmmm.. yes… trance room…”

“You will now enjoy a long, luxurious soak in the bath, it’s all ready for you. I suggest you wash out your lingerie, it’s soaked with your feminine scent, and you’ll hang it up to dry. Pamper yourself, use anything you wish. Shampoo your hair… all your hairs, and as you clean yourself you will feel all restraints… allll inhibitions flowing right down off your body, when you return, dry, warm and clean, you will feel as if you were wide awake…

“Yet you will want deeply to respond to every suggestion I make. you will thrill as I manipulate your body and your mind, Elizabeth, this will be a special, special night for you. Do not use the toilet yet. Take a long, long hot bath, and when you emerge, you will feel electric and ready to try anything I say… anything, no shame, no blame, no guilt. Now begin.”

“All right,” she answers in a more alert tone, “see you in a bit!” and she bounces into the bathroom, where I soon hear her humming softly as she splashes about! If she had any inhibitions, she is already shedding them!

The warmth in the room and the steam from the bath, plus my own need to recuperate send me into a light pleasant doze. After a good while I hear the buzz of the hair dryer intrude, and I become aware that the tub is draining.

There is another sound too, she is humming to herself, more like a deep moan. I call out:

“What are you doing, Elizabeth?”

“Mmmm. MMMMM. I’m drying my whole self with it. Hee-hee! it tickles between my legs!” comes the slightly coy, sing-song response. “MMMMM! And call me Libby, OK? MMMMMmmaahhhhh!… There! Allll dry!”

And a nude body jumps out of the bathroom, and displays itself in the dim room light. “Ta-daaaa!”

It’s as if she is lit up from within! Her dark flesh glows. Her mop of curls has been brushed and forms a dark, bouncy halo round her head. As she pirouettes with upraised arms, it’s as if her pubic bush has sprouted too! The dried, crisp hairs now appear almost as a thick, rounded cushion below her gently curving belly. She rises on tiptoes again, and jounces her torso back and forth. “Whaddaya think?”

“Eliz… ahh, Libby…” I husk out, “you look…. perfect! I’ve never seen a woman as beautiful as you! I know why Jeffery can’t stop thinking about you!” She beams at me.

“Jeffery…” she sighs. “JeffyJeffy’s a nice boy… I think… I think we fucked last night, didn’t we? Yeah, I sort of remember… you made us all horny with your hypno-stuff, and I rode on his cock!” She smiles. “I’m gonna have some good times with that man again!”

I approach her, a little hesitantly… I’ll never get that air of self- assuredness unless I hypnotize myself, not in a million years! She smiles coquettishly at me, but when my hand stretches out to her waist she presses forward into my embrace. Yow! Is it my imagination, or is she electrified for real? Her hands squeeze my breath away as she pulls me into her torso. She giggles as my renewed erection prods her in the navel.

“That’s a lovely cock you have, kind sir…” she sings, “I have just the place for it!” My hands are moulding her backside, and she flexes her buttocks with a little moan of delight. “MMM… are you going to fuck me now?” She backs away and her hands bury themselves in her bush. “You got me so horny, it’s as if… as iffff… mmmmmm… smell me, I’m damp already!”

The fingers are wriggled under my nose, and there’s that pungent aroma again!

“Wait just a bit, Libby, you know I can make you feel good.”

“MMMMM, that’s for sure!”

“Let’s talk for a bit.”

“O.K., but I’m really horny!”

“I prefer words like ‘aroused,’ ‘hot’ and ‘slick,'” I say.

“Oooooooo, just the words are sexy when you say ’em! Mmmmm… ‘ssssssllllliccckkk…’ ‘arrrrrrousssssed…’ mmmm…” her fingers are moving around her pubes again.

“Libby are you masturbating?”

Instantly the fingers move more methodically. “MM mm mm mmp mmph…”

“Stop, Libby, I want to talk a bit. Maybe you’ll want to let me watch, but I want you to talk for a moment.”

She stops, with a little pout, and hops up onto the bed. She licks her fingers. “O.K.”

“Did you enjoy your bath?”

“Yes, but I had to… have to pee, and you wouldn’t let me.” She’s perched up on her knees, which are squeezed together as she speaks, and she bends a little forward.

“That’s because I know you’ll enjoy having me watch you. Keep your knees tight together, and turn your back towards me… that’s it! Now why don’t you just drop onto your elbows and display yourself to me.”

That sumptuous bottom is again upthrust towards my face. The hairs around her pussy are already dampened from her diddlings. The anus is a small, pink nub, just visible between all the hair and her plush cheeks. The butt wriggles at me.

“I gotta pee, really, can’t you let me go?” comes the plaintive murmur. “I just gotta pee!”

I got one of the plentiful bath towels and held it against her butt. “In a moment, I’ll tell you to let go, and you can let it alllll out, Libby.” I dragged the towel through and over her exposed cleft, then folded it a few times and held it behind her. “Open your legs. More. More.” The towel pushed between her thighs, and my other hand tickles her rear end. “All right, your control is softening, softening, loosening, and your bladder will…”

My instructions were interrupted by a firm stream of urine hosing downwards and back. I had to adjust the towel to catch it all! The towel was luckily very large, even so, my hands felt warm and wet!

“Ennnnnnnnghh” she grunted, “that feels soo good! Did it turn you onnnn?” comes a breathy whisper, as I watch her catch her last spurts and squirt them out one by one. Her butt is wiggling, and she lifts and drops it, now circling it around. “It’s all very slick and hottttt!”

“Hotter now.”

“Oooo, hotter and hotter!” I see a finger peep back through her slit, and rub itself around the area of the clitoris.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m … mmph… mmph… rubbing myself… mmmpfh…”

“Why?”

“‘Cause it feels sooo gooood to get off, silly!”

“You mean to reach a climax.”

“… mmf..mmf..mmf’at’s right, honey, and you can watch me!”

“I want to watch you, because you know that seeing your beautiful soft butt get tight and clench up is sooo sexy! I know you want to feel me too,” I continue, “so I’ll just help you to come in a minute, I know you’ll like me to watch that very closely… are you close yet?”

“OOOoooo!”

“Stop.”

“Ooopleeeease don’t make me stop!”

“Stop right now, Libby, you’ll like this even better! Good girl, take your fingers away, come and sit over in this comfy chair, yes, that one with the armrests.”

She passes by the large mirror on her way, a small pout on her face, and catches a glimpse of her proud nudity. A smile spreads, and she looks at her bushy pubes with a giggle.

“Don’t I have lots and lots of hair? I loovvve to feel it when it’s realll bushy like now!” She wiggles her butt at herself. “Ooooo, it’s great to feel so freeeee… is my butt too big, what do you think?” She bends further over, looking at my face over her back. What a sight!

“I love to look at your bottom, Libby, I want to do more later while you’re taking a little nap… you’ll see, but right now, I think you are feeling sooo sexy, you’d better let me watch you. Sit down now.” And taking her hand, I lead her to the chair, seating her on another bath towel.

“Now, while I wash out the towel with all your pee on it,” I begin, “you must count from 100 backwards til you get to 75. This will make you feel jussst a tiny bit dreamy, and believe me, you will enjoy masturbating very much when you start drifting this way. When you approach 75, you may feel your eyelids droop jusst a bit, they will feel a little drowsy but not too sleepy. That lovely sexy feeling you have will wash alll over your silky skin, and I see you’re still twitchy,” as she is bouncing a little in her chair, thighs pressed together tightly, “so begin your count now.

“100, 99, 98, 97…” she begins, and before she reaches “90” her voice has lowered, and the numbers come a little slower. At “90” I have her take a big breath before continuing, then I leave her to go to the bathroom with the pungent bath towel. It has cooled, and the ammonia smell is strong as I dump in the tub and rinse it out thoroughly, hanging it to drip where it won’t make a mess.

I return to a very different Elizabeth! She has slouched back against the cushions, and her head is resting back against the rest, her throat and collarbones exposed, those adorable breasts pointing at me, her curvaceous belly rising and falling slowly. She is completely still.

“Elizazbeth… Libby…” I can’t resist cupping her breasts and caressing her shoulders. She sighs, but does not react too strongly, except one hand comes up and caresses my forearm as I stroke her.

“mmmhmm…”

“You have gotten sleepy?”

“..mmmyeahhh I’mm sleepy all of a sudden…” she’s almost whispering.

“I guess that 75 is too deep for now. Now “90” is your normal everyday self,” (she nods understanding, though I’m making it all up as I go along!) “and after 30 you wouldn’t be able to count any more, so … after we masturbate, you will be allowed to sleep, now start at 75, and count up until you feel as I instructed you earlier. Come on, ’75, 76,” I prompt, taking a seat on the floor near her feet. When she reaches “83” I stop her.

Now she is more mobile in her chair. Her head moves slowly around and heavy-lidded eyes search for my face. “MMMm… therre you arrre,” comes a throaty murmur. Her hands are floating around her torso, rubbing under an armpit, touching her own throat as she tilts back her head again, moving down and fluttering against her bosoms. “I feel hot againnnn…”

“You are beginning to masturbate, Libby.”

“That’s right.”

“Say ‘masturbate.'”

“Mmmmasssturrrbate.” One hand is toying with the pubic hair below her belly, and a finger pokes itself into her navel.

“It’s nice to tell me what you’re doing.”

“I’mm beginning to mmmasssturbate. I’m tickling myself, and my skin feels smoooothhh and soffffttt…”

“As you take your time, Libby, tell me about your climax. When you come, when you give, you often spray a liquid out from your little opening.”

“I doooo?” Her eyes open wider a moment, then sag again, but her hand plunges right in between her thighs. “Is it sexy?”

“Very sexy, and I see that thinking about hot liquid makes you feel hot.”

“Ooo yess, I feel way inside me is like, like it’s all flowing around. I’mmmmassturbating mmmore now,” she goes on, in a higher tone, and again I slow her down.

“Do you notice your spray?”

“Nnno, nobody’s tollld me, and I’m sooo hot I can’t feellll it happening.. my sprayyyy is hotttt, my sprayyy is hotttt…” she attempts to start a rhythm.

“Not yet, Libby. When you masturbate, do you mostly keep your legs together tight like you do now?”

“I guess.”

“Yes they’re tightly together, so you almost can’t reach in.” She pouts a little, and her hands move back up to her tits. “Does it help you feel good when they’re together?”

“Yeah, I want to get in now, I’m hot, come on, let me in!”

“You can get in, go ahead… What feels good about keeping tight thighs? Do you ever give while your thighs are wide apart?”

Her hand has again disappeared into her delta, while the other lazily squeezes first one breast, then the other. Her nipples are erect and full.

“Nooo I donnn’t, noo I don’t no I don’t…” Her thighs have started flexing, and I see tendons in her calves as the feet are twisting around a bit.

“Libby… do you come while you are open?”

“mmf mmf no.”

“Libby, I want to watch you come, so your thighs will open now… I will let you come in a minute, but now you feel so dreamy that your muscles can’t hold together, they are loosening up… loosening up… yes, you can’t keep shut… as I touch them you will feel so good as you open wider… yes, wider, and I will lift your legs over the arms of the chair… good, you may keep masturbating, but now you will feel a thrill as I can look way up inside you… way up inside your hot liquid center.”

She has slumped forward in the recliner, and her hands are moving faster. Her head is tilted back, and her hips can bounce up as her legs flex.

“I love to look up up up inside you, and you find it thrilling to show your deep deep deep self to me. Open yourself wider. Now imagine that another woman is looking at you… she knows about liquid, she knows about deep throbbing that lasts and lasts… she loves looking way up inside you… imagine a lovely woman showing herself to you now… she’s opening up like a flower, she’s allll hot and furry and liquid is running and flowwing….”

“Jesus… yes… ohhhh yesssss…”

“You are arousing her with your display… she wants to see you come… she is ready to come too…”

“Come come comecome… ooooppps I feel it…”

“Isn’t this a gooood way to masturbate?”

“A good way, a good way, a goodway…”

“Your thighs are wider and wider…”

“Widerandahwiderandahwiderandah…”

“She wants to know what are you touching so fast?”

“My furry my furry my furry my furry!”

“Are you rubbing the top of your furry?”

“rubbing-ubbing-ubbing-ubbing…”

Her legs straighten out sideways from the armrest, then drop downward again to dangle. Her cunt has opened out and is an angry purple color as the lips are bent and twisted gently by her knuckles and palm. One hand is prying the labia apart with stiffened fingers, while she stuffs two or three fingers deep inside herself, then again draws out to massage her clitoral area.

I position my head right between her thighs, and watch as she apparently reaches climax. Nothing special is visible over her exterior, except the legs stretch straight out to either side, and the tendons are very prominent. The bottom of her buttocks is lifted off the seat cushion, and all other motion stops, save for the occasional rapid clitoral massage.

“nnnngh nnnngh ……. nnnngh…”

“Come for your sister come for your warm loving sister.”

“oooo yessssss!”

“She is coming too! There. You stopped rubbing, and… now you are rubbing again.”

“Ahh! anhh! it keeps commminggg!”

“While you finish, count backwards from 83 to 75 again. Come on, you are winding down now…”

“Ohhhhhhhhh, it’s heavennnnnn to to to to givvve!”

As she then complies, her ass has already softened, and her fist is now just pressing against the inflamed area. One hand wanders back up to her bosom, and as the slickened fingers drift over the nipples, yet another surge contorts her sweaty features. Yet my control is strong as ever! for as she drifts down in her count, her muscles slacken and her head droops down to lay on her breastbone.

“Is your climax all done?”

“..ahhhhyyesss….”

To be continued in part 3

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