It took Kenny Wood a few days to get settled into his new town home. A promotion meant he was moving up in the world, and he thought he had found the perfect place. It was closer to work, nicer and bigger than his old apartment and it was in a nicer neighborhood. He hadn’t yet met the neighbors who shared his common wall. That changed on Wednesday morning. He was half-asleep when he opened his front door to head for work. Suddenly, the door next to his opened, and a professionally dressed young woman stepped out. She was a little round, and her straight blonde hair was cut just below the neck. When she turned to him, he saw her very blue eyes. They looked at each other for more than an instant, but nowhere near long enough to be considered impolite before he spoke. “Ummm. Hi. My name’s Kenny. Kenny Wood. I’m your new neighbor.”
“Hi!” she cheerily said, “I’m Michelle DeChaine. I knew that the Cranes were moving, but I’ve been away on business for the past week. Nice to meet you.” She shook his hand. “Well, I gotta go to work. We’ll have to get to know each other.”
Kenny knew that he wanted to be with Michelle from that instant. He couldn’t get her face off his mind for the rest of the workday. Was she single? Was she attached? He tried to figure out how to talk to her some more. The sugar trick was passé. Even though she had said, “We’ll have to get to know each other,” that didn’t mean anything romantic.
***
Michelle was a little distracted at work; the details of the training session from which she’d just returned kept getting mixed up with the cute guy who had moved in next door. Maybe he was single; she hadn’t noticed any sign of another woman. Maybe a “welcome dinner” would be the thing to do; after all, her roommates were away until Friday.
***
“I’m an account manager and buyer for MacManus Clothing Stores,” Michelle said as she passed Kenny the salad. “I travel quite a bit, so I share this place with two other women. They’re friends of mine from college.” Kenny nodded attentively. “I hope you’re quieter than the Scotts—our last neighbors. They had two really cute little kids, but sometimes, they were just so noisy that you wanted to gag them or something.”
“Well, it’s just me, and I don’t have wild parties, so don’t worry about that,” he smiled. “I got the place because it’s got room for my drafting table and computers, and I can get high-speed Internet here. I just got promoted at Thomas Engineering Systems, so it was time for me to move up in the world.” Kenny looked into her blue eyes—she was so pretty. It got better when Michelle asked if he minded if she smoked. Kenny loved women who smoked. He couldn’t believe that it got even better—she removed a pack of Virginia Slims Menthol 120’s from her purse. She definitely had him interested, but how should he proceed?
Michelle smiled as she lit her cigarette. He wasn’t an anti-smoker. Did he think she was cute? Was she too chubby for him? She started to get that feeling, down there. It always happened when she was alone with a guy she liked. But then it gave her a reason to be a little more—aggressive about it. As Christie said, “The worst that can happen is you’ll masturbate. But at least you’ll know where you stand, and you’ll probably get lucky.” Michelle took a long, deep, relaxing drag on her cigarette. She exhaled slowly towards the ceiling. “It was nice this morning to find out that a really good-looking guy moved in where the family was. This place is largely couples and some families. There are about 20 singles through here— the rent is kind of high, even for a pair of roommates.”
Kenny smiled. She thought he was good-looking. This had some promise. “So you have two other roommates?”
Michelle took another deep pull before speaking. Mingling words with smoke, she replied, “Yes, Christie and Sharon. Christie’s a psychologist in private practice, while Sharon’s her office manager. We’ve known each other since the beginning of undergrad. They’re away on vacation until Friday.” Her crossed left leg bounced over her right as the feeling grew stronger. She leaned back in her chair, obviously flirting.
The action was not lost on Kenny—especially since she was a wonderfully sexy smoker. His fetish was competing with his rational mind. “So I guess we’ll all have
to have dinner soon, like maybe Saturday. I am a pretty good cook, at least, that’s what I’ve been told, and nobody’s died after eating from my kitchen.”
His choice of words conjured up another image of eating in Michelle’s head. The heat was reaching a fever pitch. “I think—dinner Saturday would be great,” she exhaled, putting out her cigarette. “But do you have any plans for tomorrow? It’s kind of—quiet—here without my roommates.”
“You could come over for dinner tomorrow after work. I kind of owe you for tonight.”
“Well,” Michelle panted. “You could stay for—” She gasped. “—Dessert.” Shit, I need a cigarette to calm down, or I’m going to ruin these pants. She quickly pulled another Virginia Slim 120 from the pack and lit it. The heat backed off a smidgeon —at least until she saw the look Kenny was giving her. Combined with her innuendo and flirting, her current cigarette had given his fetish enough oomph to overwhelm his rational mind. His gaze reflected his arousal. She crushed out her cigarette and leaned forward, eyes closing, mouth opening.
Dessert took place very quickly in the living room. The first course, anyway. Caution and rubbers were forgotten as Kenny and Michelle licked and sucked each other until they could no longer orally pleasure each other. They lay, head to feet, panting, both well spent. It took a few minutes before either could speak. Michelle was first. “Oh… wow… ohhh… Kenny… wowwwww,” she purred. “That —was—fantastic…”
“You were awesome,” he acknowledged, slowly sitting up. Man, she was hot! And she gave great head, too!
Michelle stood up, blushing. She walked over to the table and retrieved a cigarette. The click of the lighter caused him to look very quickly. Michelle returned to his side, exhaling. “I smoke after sex, too,” she said with a wicked smile and a lewd wink. Kenny just nodded, spellbound by the way she smoked her long, white cigarette. She was a fantasy come true! Michelle whispered, “Penny for your thoughts.” Her eyes were half-lidded, pupils dilated. Kenny realized that she was getting horny again, and her smoking was making him horny again. How in the hell did she learn how to do it so sexily? Did she know about his fetish? Did he somehow give himself away?
All those questions vanished with Michelle’s next drag and snap-inhale. She raised her chin and eased her chest forward, leisurely sending a long, thin trail of smoke into the air. She put the cigarette down and attacked Kenny’s mouth with hers. After several increasingly frenzied kisses, she crushed the cigarette out. “Let’s go upstairs to my room,” she cooed.
Kenny wasn’t surprised by the rubber Michelle produced from the nightstand. He also didn’t have any complaints because she put it on very quickly and then pulled him onto and into her, and she let a long, satisfied throaty purr go. Kenny raised his hips and sank back into her, drawing a squeak from her. Within a few seconds, they were thrusting crazily at each other, sexual hunger reducing communication to animal noises. That was enough as their voices rose in a crescendo until her back arched mightily, and she yelled, “Ohhh Gawwwd Kenny!” as her final orgasm of the night hit her like a sledgehammer. Kenny’s orgasmic grunts quickly followed hers and he stabbed at her, driving himself as deeply as he could while his mind and body burned to a crisp.
Silence reigned in Michelle’s bedroom. He stirred and began kissing her. Her response was weak, the flush slowly receding from her chest, the rose still very prominent on her cheeks. She brushed her hair, matted with sweat, out of her face, and eventually regained her voice. “God, that was awesome, Kenny.” was all she could say.
“Michelle, you were fantastic… I definitely owe you dinner tomorrow night.”
“As long as we have the same dessert,” she purred in response. They lay together for a while, basking in orgasm’s afterglow.
Finally, Kenny moved. “I guess I need to go back home… as much as I would like to spend the night.”
Michelle smiled at him. “We both have to go to work tomorrow. I think it would be good if you were on the other side of the wall, because we both need sleep.” She ran a finger down the middle of his chest. “And if you stay, I don’t know how much self-control I’ll have.” He agreed, feeling the same way. Kenny dressed quickly, leaving her to lie in bed, hoping that he’d be able to get out before she lit another Virginia Slim 120. His prayer was answered, because Michelle just watched him dress with a very satisfied smile. She saw him out wearing a robe and nothing else, and gave him a sweet kiss at the door. “See you tomorrow after work, Kenny. You’re a wonderful neighbor.”
They both slept very well that night, on different sides of the wall. ***
The following night, Michelle brought an appetizer over. Dinner was in the oven, but the chef was busy between her legs. As she reclined on the couch, Kenny licked away at her from his knees. As she had the previous night, Michelle got very wet and very loud. She came spectacularly, wailing, back arching high off the sofa, hips thrusting towards the ceiling, and juices running out of her. She collapsed back onto the couch with a huff. He would playfully lap at her clit from time to time, making her yelp and thrust anew. His fun was abruptly ended by the ringing of the oven timer, so he announced dinner. “Food? What’s that?” she said, struggling to make her mind work.
For dessert, Michelle lit a Virginia Slim 120, and then straddled him, gently sliding her hips back and forth. Now it was his turn to lose track of time and everything else. She felt just perfect! She smiled down at him, exhaling smoke skyward with a dreamy expression on her face. He just about lost it then, but her next drag was french-inhaled. She exhaled slowly, and Kenny groaned, cumming forcefully. They made dinner plans for the next night.
***
Late that night, the phone rang in Michelle’s apartment. “Hello? Oh, hi Christie! How’s Cancun? Great! I wish I could have gone. But I’m kind of glad I stayed.” She smiled. “I met our new neighbor. He’s real cute… and single. He seems like a nice guy. We’ve—had dinner the last couple of nights.”
In Cancun, Dr. Christie Black raised her eyebrows at that. There was more to this than Michelle was telling her. “Michelle’s Magical Mystery Tour.” She waited for a few seconds, awaiting the sigh from the receiver that would tell her that the post- hypnotic command had taken effect. “So you found him attractive. Did you act as you have been commanded?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Christie smiled. That was something she had done for her roommate at their graduation. Michelle’s self-image caused her to hesitate when she found a man attractive. Christie had hypnotized her into becoming extremely horny, giving her
sufficient motivation to be much more aggressive about pursuing the man of her immediate dreams. “Did you have sex with him?”
“Yes, Mistress. Several times.”
Christie raised her eyebrow at that. This guy must have been gorgeous in Michelle’s eyes. “Excellent, Michelle. You may treat yourself to a smoky climax tonight. Your mistress will be watching.”
“Thank you, Mistress!”
“Now do your count and we’ll talk normally. You will forget that you are my slave, and I will only be your friend and roommate.” She listened to her friend count from one to ten. “So you like him. Does he like you?”
“I think so,” Michelle replied, now unaware that she had given intimate details of her relationship with Kenny. “He’s really, really nice. So, are you going to spend a few more days in Cancun?”
“No,” Christie sighed ruefully. “Sharon and I will be home Friday afternoon as scheduled. Maybe next year we’ll all come down for two weeks—it’s been a great time.”
“Well, I’ll tell Kenny. He said that he’d have us all over for dinner on Saturday. He’s a really good cook, too. He made some lamb dish tonight that was awesome.”
At least she really did have dinner. A chef… hmmm… Christie thought that a chef would be a nice addition. She hadn’t had a boy toy in a long time, preferring Sharon’s enchanted charms to males in general. Speaking of whom… “Well, we’ll see you on Friday. Barring any delays, we should be home by the time you get back from work. See you Friday. Bye.” As Christie hung up, she turned to her sleeping compatriot. “Awaken, sleeping beauty,” she softly whispered into Sharon’s ear.
Sharon’s dark eyes opened slowly, not seeing. “Excite me for you, my slave,” Christie said, reclining on the sofa and brushing her negligee aside to expose herself. Sharon took out a Capri 120 and lit it, reclining on another sofa, where the light had been strategically placed to illuminate the smoke from her lips. Dr.
Christie Black gently caressed herself at Sharon’s first exhale. This had been a great vacation, and there was still a day and a half left.
***
“I’m sorry, Kenny, but my co-worker is sick, and I’ve gotta go out of town tomorrow to cover her assignment this weekend,” Michelle hurriedly explained over the phone Thursday afternoon. “I need to prep tonight, so I can’t have dinner with you tonight.” Oh, shut up down there. “Oh, I’m so glad that you understand. I really feel bad about this.” She smiled as he assured her that it was OK. “Great. My roommates are gonna be back Friday afternoon, but I won’t be there. I’ll be back on Tuesday evening. Sure. Maybe we’ll be able to go out. I’d like that.” Michelle hung up. This was just her bad luck. Carla got sick, and this was a large show for clients in New York. Oh well, that was why they were paying her the medium bucks.
***
Kenny came home Friday and promptly was greeted by the unmistakable sounds of—sex. And pretty good sex at that. Whoever she was, what was happening to her was awesome. And the guy had stamina because it lasted well over an hour after he got home. Kenny was horny and hard by the time the noise stilled. He guessed that one of Michelle’s roommates had missed her boyfriend badly. Kenny left to hang out with some friends at a nightclub, and when he returned at one- thirty, they were at it again. Same as the afternoon boink, and just as loud, it lasted an hour and a half, making him wonder if somebody was taking Viagra for recreational purposes. He tried, unsuccessfully, to find a comfortable sleeping position. He finally got to sleep at three-thirty, his discomfort having eased shortly after the noises from next door had stilled.
***
Dr. Christie Black was at work on a Saturday afternoon. She didn’t have any patients, but she was working. She was putting together a subliminal CD. Sharon had invited their new neighbor over for dinner at her request, and Christie had gotten Sharon’s report on the young man. He was attractive, at least for a guy, and seemed sweet and gentle. She decided that she needed the CD for Michelle’s protection, if nothing else. Was this Kenny sincere, or just taking advantage of an easy lay, which Michelle certainly had been? At any rate, this was her specialty.
She’d be able to find out what Kenny thought, hoped, and wanted in the next two days, and it would only cost her two dinners for three.
***
Sharon opened the door smiling, “Hello, neighbor.” Kenny walked in with soft music playing in the background and dinner smelled wonderful. He said hello to Sharon, whom he had met earlier in the day, and guessed that the curly haired brunette was Dr. Black. “Thank you for the invitation, Dr. Black. I appreciate the dinner,” Kenny said. It was always nice not to have to cook—and not pay for it.
“Call me Christie unless you come into the office as a patient,” she smiled. “Actually, dinner is from Andante, which is the best Italian restaurant in the neighborhood. I had to call Sharon in to the office because we had to catch up on some things. The worst part of vacation is coming home.”
Kenny agreed enthusiastically and sat at the table. Sharon immediately served dinner, while he and Christie chatted about their jobs. After they had been served, Sharon sat and ate. She smiled at him a lot, but was quiet throughout dinner while Christie and he continued their conversation. “Sometimes I think I’d like to move to Cancun,” Christie was saying, “but then it would lose its special aura.” Kenny nodded in agreement, regarding his two dinner companions: they were both about his height, although Sharon was definitely a couple of inches shorter. Christie’s curly brown hair and, he had to admit, wholesome Midwestern looks were very attractive. She did not look like a psychologist with a thriving practice. Sharon was just plain hot. Slim, with shoulder-length jet-black hair, a dazzling smile, and very deep, dark, eyes. Neither woman could match Michelle in the chest department, but neither of them were as round as she was, either. He kept stealing glances at the mute Sharon even though he was speaking with Christie. He thought she was being odd, because she could talk, but hadn’t since welcoming him at the door. “Oh… as I was saying, Kenny, you’ll find that we’re pretty easy neighbors to get along with.”
He blinked, realizing that he’d been off in his own little world for a few seconds and had missed what Christie was saying. The music and his contemplation of Sharon’s beauty had sort of lulled him to inattention. “Is something the matter, Kenny? You looked pre-occupied for a moment,” Sharon said.
“Uhhh—no. I just sort of went off for a few seconds, not really thinking about anything,” he sheepishly admitted. “Big pasta meals do that to me,” he grinned.
He was so worried about his social faux pas that he didn’t notice Christie’s slight evil smile.
After dinner was over, he was beginning to think that Michelle was chopped liver compared to her roommates, especially when Christie asked him if he minded if they smoked. “I know it’s our place, but we want you to be comfortable and relaxed in our home. It’s nice to be relaxed with people.” He assured her that it wasn’t a problem for him. Sharon brought Christie’s gold cigarette case to her, opened it, and Christie pulled out a long cork-tipped cigarette. She lit it for Christie, and then lit her own. Kenny immediately got uncomfortable, because there was no mistaking the long, very slim cigarette between her fingers. Sharon smoked Capri 120s, and did so very well, if her first tilted head slow exhale was any indication. He temporarily forgot about Christie. He lived next door to two gorgeous 120s smokers! How lucky could he get?
Kenny’s increased interest in Sharon allowed Christie to evaluate her quarry more closely, without him noticing. The subliminal seemed to be working, which was a good sign. But she noted the surge of interest at Sharon’s light up; did she have a fellow smoking fetisher on her hands? She loved watching women smoke, and judging by the growing lump in Kenny’s crotch, so did he. Perhaps she could use that to completely seduce him, rather than just for kicks and to protect Michelle. She felt a quiver at that—it had been a long time…
***
“No, I want you to use the holder tonight,” Jamie whined. “It makes you look so… sexy.”
Christie looked at her boyfriend. This cigarette thing of his had been cute at first, he was so… generous. She hadn’t had to buy a single cigarette all semester, and she now had a collection of three cigarette holders. The roaring twenties party was a lot of fun, because she had been the star of the show, with her pastel- colored cigarettes and foot-long cigarette holder, but she was getting tired of him wanting her to smoke with it in public all of the time. She lit a Saratoga 120. That was the brand she made Jamie buy for her. He always liked her to smoke extra- long cigarettes, but Mores and Virginia Slim 120s drove him crazy, and he’d be a little too aggressive for her tastes. She’d settled on the Saratogas after trying every long brand that Jamie bought for her—probably every extra-long brand on the market. After all, Jamie Kilgore was a prize catch, and she wasn’t going to let something as stupid as the difference between a Marlboro Light and an extra-long
cigarette come between them. “Jamie, I feel sort of… stupid with the holder in public. Nobody else is going to have one,” she replied. “I’ll use it when we get back, I promise.”
“But that’s what makes it so special, Christie! And you look so hot with it.”
“Well…” She really wasn’t that interested. However, maybe this would be a good trade for… “Remember when we were at the roaring 20’s party? Or better yet, after that party?” the college sophomore cooed. That was the first time she had done it with him. He remembered. “Remember how it started?” He nodded. “If you do that, I’ll use the short holder tonight, in public.” She throatily added, “And in private, I’ll use the really long one just for you.”
“Well, the short holder really doesn’t…” His voice trailed off as she saw the look on Christie’s face. “If you use the medium one?” She shook her head.
“I like the short one best of all,” she declared. “Is it a deal?” she purred, dragging, and doing the “snap-inhale” that Jamie liked to watch. She lifted her head and exhaled through her nostrils, something else he really liked to watch.
“Uhhh… yeah, Christie, sure… I’ll do it…” Jamie stammered as he watched her smoke. She knew he was watching carefully, and it was always kind of fun to make the lump appear in his pants. Christie picked up the four-inch holder and put her Saratoga into it, holding it between her index and middle fingers, taking a long smooth draw, snap-inhaling, then exhaling again through her nostrils. “Uhhh… ohhh… geeze… Christie.”
“You made a promise,” she teased. “After the formal.” “Do that again,” he whispered.
“No, Jamie,” Christie said. “A deal is a deal.”
Jamie knelt in front of her. “Do that again, please, Christie, and I’ll start now,” he whispered. His eyes were wide. Christie Black’s second-ever experience with cunnilingus came as he knelt between her legs before the Omega Xi Psi formal, and she came with a strangled cry shortly thereafter. He never did get to mount her that night. Christie went through two packs of Saratogas, keeping him highly aroused, on the verge of a touchless orgasm as she performed nostril exhale after
nostril exhale. And she had him at her beck and call all night, an extremely willing and obedient servant to her every desire.
***
Memory was a good thing. This gave her some incentive to draw Kenny deeper into her web. Exactly what she’d do with three slaves was something she could think about at her leisure. Once she had him, he wasn’t going anywhere, just like Michelle and Sharon. He was even cute enough to maybe make her think about a change of pace once in a while. “Kenny,” she said, noting the way his head jerked around. He’d been smoke-watching Sharon. Gotcha. “We’re going to need some help in the office for a bit tomorrow. I know it’s Sunday and all, but would you be willing to come with us and help move some of the heavy things? We’ll even have dinner tomorrow for you.”
Kenny blinked, feeling relieved that Christie showed no sign of having noticed his intense interest in Sharon. “Uhh… sure. How long will it take?”
“Just an hour or so, maybe even less,” she replied. What she had in mind would probably take him less than a half-hour, but he’d be around her and listening to the subliminal CD for that half-hour. Then there was dinner tomorrow night. She figured it would be easy to keep Kenny at their place for another four hours, all the while listening to the CD. Once Michelle returned, Christie wouldn’t need much of an excuse to get him to visit, and eventually, he’d have his own collection of her special CD’s. If he were easily suggestible, it wouldn’t be long before he was kneeling at her feet. Now it was Christie’s turn to check his reaction to her; she knew that she was aroused. They made some more small talk, and Sharon smoked another Capri 120, again drawing Kenny’s attention while simultaneously inflaming Christie’s passions.
Before she could begin to figure out a tactful way of ushering Kenny back to his side of the wall, he said, “Thanks for dinner and all, but I was supposed to meet up with some friends tonight, and it’s about time for me to leave. I hope you don’t mind too much. I sort of feel bad running out like this.” He stood to make his departure.
“Oh, no, don’t feel bad!” Christie gaily said. “We also have some things to do around the house tonight, too. And if you’re going to feel guilty, remember, you’re going to help us move file cabinets tomorrow.” He laughed, smiled, said a final goodbye, and left. Before Christie closed the door, she heard him start to whistle
the melody from one of the songs on the CD. This was going extremely well. He had no chance. Her plans for Kenny’s future notwithstanding, she was alone with her Sharon now. Her slave. Her smoking masterpiece. “Sharon, light my Saratoga,” she said, taking one of the long cork-filtered cigarettes out of her case. Sharon slowly walked over to her and lit the cigarette, looking into Christie’s eyes, primed for Christie’s next intention. She exhaled directly into Sharon’s face and said, “Sleep for your mistress.” Sharon’s eyes closed and her neck went limp. Christie felt a much stronger version of the twinge she had felt earlier watching Sharon smoke. “Open your eyes and bring your cigarettes to the bedroom, my sleepy, smoky beauty. You will please me tonight.”
Sharon’s beautiful dark eyes opened, as dull as the flat, entranced response that came slowly through her lips. “Yes, mistress.”
Part 2 – Plan A
Sunday, Kenny was at the offices of Dr. Christie Black, Therapy and Psychological Counseling, moving file cabinets. He didn’t mind, even if Christie didn’t have a clear idea of where everything was supposed to go. Every time Sharon would smile at him, he’d smile back, thinking that he must be getting better looking as he got older; her smile seemed to say, “I’m shy, but interested.” Even if she didn’t smoke in the office. Dr. Black—Christie was looking at a corner, seemingly deep in thought. “I think those cabinets over there might look better over here,” she said, half to herself. Turning to Kenny, she said, “Yes, that’s it. Could you move those cabinets over there, please? It’ll open up the area here.” Her office was decorated in soft colors, neutral tones, and wood and plants. It was quite bucolic, and Kenny said as much. Christie smiled, “It’s designed to relax my clients. Just a small oasis in the middle of the concrete jungle, where people can come and relax, just let the day-to-day bustle go away, and have their tension flow out of their bodies, and they can relax and tell me all of their troubles, no worry, no tension, no stress and I can help them achieve complete relaxation by helping them to deal with their issues in a relaxed, comfortable manner.”
Christie’s voice was so smooth, so gentle, and so soft that Kenny found himself temporarily inactive, unable to move. He’d relaxed as her clients must have. Shaking himself back into full awareness, he smiled at her. “Yes, Dr. Black, I can see how relaxing it is, and I bet you’re really good at what you do.”
Christie said, “Thank you, it’s flattering of you to say that. The idea is to create a little more open space in the client room, to give the illusion of a more—free—
environment. It helps those clients who are claustrophobic to be able to relax, but it will make everybody feel more relaxed and at ease with me and the situation. I make my best progress with comfortable, relaxed people. It helps them open up to me and that’s the best situation possible.” She permitted herself a small internal smile. Judging by the way he tended to go into fugue states at her suggestions, she would be able to take him down completely in a couple more sessions. And then there was the CD, with the music that Kenny was occasionally humming. That music also hid the subliminal suggestions of trust and submission. The suggestions were directed specifically at Kenny; Sharon was so suggestible that she would have fallen into trance if the subliminals hadn’t been so specific. The thought of an entranced Sharon sent a little throb to Christie’s privates. She pushed it aside, and returned to thinking of ways to increase Kenny’s exposure to her and her hypnotic skills for the day. She’d already managed to keep him in the office for an hour and a half. Michelle would be back on Tuesday, and she needed to know Kenny’s true intentions before then. If they were honorable, she would turn him into a toy, and a nice partner for Michelle. If not… there were things she could do that would make him regret misleading her friend for a long while.
Christie ultimately managed to stall him in the office for a three hour dose of the subliminal treatment, and had also engaged him in several conversations about her work, all involving “relaxation and openness.” Kenny was close to dozing off while she and Sharon finished working on relocating the actual files. He was a great subject, almost as good as Sharon…
“Come on, Shar, I need to do this practical, and you’re the only person I can practice on.”
“Christie, I was supposed to go out with Eddie tonight,” Sharon replied from her room. “Can’t we do this tomorrow?”
“I need to spend tomorrow studying for my midterm and doing laundry n’junk like that. You promised,” Christie shot back. “Just ’cause you get Fridays off in B- school and have a designated day where you can take care of shit like that doesn’t mean it works that way for everybody. It won’t take long. I promise.”
Sharon sighed loud enough for Christie to hear in the living room, but she appeared shortly thereafter, and sat on the sofa next to her roommate. “So what do I have to do?”
Christie followed the suggestibility index instructions to the letter, and found that Sharon was a textbook subject. So textbook that her instructor wouldn’t have approved because Christie’s roommate was no challenge at all. A week later, Eddie called and cancelled a date with Sharon. Christie’s midterm was over, so both girls found themselves with nothing to do on a Saturday night. Christie decided to see if she could hypnotize somebody since that was the next section after suggestibility, despite the professor’s warning about the potential dangers of amateurs and hypnosis. Christie was sitting on the sofa having a cup of coffee when Sharon plopped down next to her, obviously upset about the cancelled date. “Calm down, Sharon. It’s just a guy,” Christie said. “You need to relax.”
“Oh that Eddie makes me so mad sometimes! Sometimes I just wanna swear off guys. You ever feel like that, Christie? You know, just like, I don’t need this aggravation?”
“Yes,” Christie shot back immediately. “But that doesn’t mean that you need to give yourself a heart attack over it. Just relax, take a couple of deep breaths.” Sharon huffed a couple of times. “No, not like that, like this.” Christie drew an exaggerated slow breath, and slowly released it. Sharon gave her a funny look, but after a few seconds of mock peevishness, she echoed Christie. A few more breaths, and Christie resumed talking. “Now, with the next breath I want you to tell yourself to relax the muscles in your feet. Good. Make sure they’re nice and relaxed, so take another breath. You can’t rush relaxation, Sharon, so there’s no hurry. Let go of the tension in your calves and your knees, don’t let it go up, see it going down into the floor, flowing out of you with the next slow, easy breath… Yes, that’s it. Feeling a nice warmth as the muscles in your thighs and hips relax, all the negative tension flowing away into the ground, leaving you feeling nice and warm, and now your stomach relaxes with your next breath and the warmth spreads going further and further up as you continue to breathe deeply.” Christie noted that Sharon’s eyes were almost closed. She began to massage her roommate’s neck gently. “And now I’m helping the tension in your neck flow down through your body, into your legs and your feet and the floor, and you feel the nice warm relaxed feeling where my hands are, and we’re going to take the last of the tension away and let you relax, relax so completely that your eyes may not be able to stay open, that’s all right, it’s OK to let the relaxation close your eyes and drift off into sleep, relax and close your eyes, relax and feel the warmth, relax completely where you’re drifting, only aware of my voice and the pleasant warm feeling through your entire body and mind, let all those thoughts go, and just float in total relaxation, float and close your eyes, hearing only my voice, warm and sleepy close those eyes, and relax into sleep hearing only my soft voice, all your thoughts blank,
hearing only my voice so relaxed and… asleep.” Sharon’s neck flopped forward and she pitched onto Christie in a light hypnotic trance. Christie immediately felt something entirely unexpected: she hadn’t felt it ever since Jamie Kilgore made her look into the mirror at the picture of cigarette holder elegance she presented before going to his senior formal. A twinge of sexual heat at the sight of a woman.
***
Kenny dropped by for dinner as promised that evening; he arrived earlier than expected. On the one hand, dinner had just been ordered, but his early arrival increased his exposure to Christie, and that was something she could turn to her advantage. She offered him a drink as her privates gave a throb. He had no chance at resisting her now. She could go ahead and begin his subjugation—if he was a nice person as far as Michelle was concerned, she reminded herself. Step one was to put him under. The hypnotic music played while Christie and Sharon made small talk with Kenny, making sure to mix in several references to calm and relaxation. Christie had trained Sharon to prepare men (and lesbians) for hypnosis, and the beautiful woman was very skilled at it. Kenny’s attentiveness during Sharon’s two Capri 120’s (and, to a lesser extent, Christie’s Saratoga), left him defenseless.
After dinner, he said something about having to prepare for Monday. Sharon immediately said, “Oh, you can relax for an after-dinner drink or two with us. After all, we are your new neighbors, and it’s not like you have to drive home.” While he was busy looking indecisive, Christie made a discreet hand motion, which triggered a post-hypnotic command for Sharon. She pulled out a Capri and lit it, taking a slow draw. Kenny agreed to stay for a single drink, which Christie was only too happy to retrieve. She handed him another drink, but this one was laced with a tasteless mild hypnotic she’d found useful with her more agitated subjects. He sat next to Sharon.
“Is your job very stressful?” Sharon asked, pausing to french-inhale slowly. Christie could see Kenny fight to hide his reaction, which meant that her own went undetected. He finally answered in the affirmative, struggling to make his mind work faster. “Christie’s really good at handling stress, and she can show you how to do it.”
“I can do that, Kenny,” Christie immediately began, moving next to him. One look into his eyes and she knew that the hypnotic was working very well. He would have fallen asleep without any pushing, but she didn’t want him to go to sleep
sleep. “Stress is countered by relaxation, when you relax, you fight stress, stress is weaker than relaxation, that’s something many people don’t know, that it’s easier to relax than to stress out, and with a little bit of attention you can push the stress out by telling yourself to relax , and I can help you relax, by telling you to relax in calm, soft, soothing, relaxing tones, and relaxing becomes natural when you listen to my voice and it just gets easier and easier to relax, because there’s no hurry when you listen to my voice and relax, feel the tension fly away, all your tension leaving because you’re listening to my voice and I’m telling you that your tension is going away and you are relaxing to the sound of my voice and it’s so easy and it feels good, and if you want to look at something you can watch the smoke as it leaves Sharon’s lips, so you don’t have to think you can just watch the smoke and relax, listen to my voice and relax, listen to my voice and watch the smoke and relax, and it’s so easy you don’t have to think, you don’t want to think as you relax and you have no stress any more because you’ve relaxed, and you feel so comfortable that you’re almost asleep as you watch the smoke, and listen to my voice and relax, as you try to watch the smoke as you listen to my soothing relaxing voice, and your eyes are so relaxed they are closing, and when you take a deep breath you will hear only my voice, and relax completely, and listen to me as I tell you to take a deep breath now, and you are so relaxed that you can let your eyes close and see the image of the smoke in the air and you only see the smoke as your eyes are closed and hear only my voice as you glide into a deep, deep relaxation.” Kenny’s mouth hung open, his head was flopped onto one shoulder, and his eyes were closed. Christie pulled out one of her cigarettes and said, “Sharon, light my Saratoga.” Firmly in the grasp of Christie’s post-hypnotic command, the woman slowly walked over to her and lit the cigarette. Christie exhaled her first drag directly into Sharon’s face. “Obey your mistress.” Sharon’s eyes closed. After allowing the thrill of the hypnotic subjugation to subside, Christie sent Sharon into the bedroom to sleep, so that she could be alone with Kenny and complete his induction.
“Kenny, I want you to feel a large helium balloon tied to your left arm. Your left arm is slowly becoming more and more weightless, more and more weightless, until it weighs less than the balloon itself. Your weightless arm helps you relax deeper into sleep, relaxing more, and letting you focus more sharply on my voice.” Kenny’s arm flew towards the ceiling. Christie repeated everything for the right arm, then instructed him, “No matter how hard you try to bring your arms down, the balloons are pulling them up more than you can pull them down. Go ahead, try it. Can you see that you can’t move your arms against the pull of the balloons?” The strain quickly became evident on his face, and she urged him on. After about two minutes of the floating arms, his face was a mask of fatigue and pain. “When I
count to three, I’m going to cut the strings and allow you to relax, let all the strain and fatigue go at the sound of my voice counting to three, and you will relax even more at the sound of my voice and I will let you relax completely when I say three, and here we go, Kenny, one… two… three.” His arms dropped onto the sofa with a thump, but his torso flopped between his legs. He was deep. Christie felt a strong tingle. Maybe it was time for a guy as a change of pace. “Kenny, you now know that you are hypnotized, totally relaxed at the sound of my voice, feeling better now, warm and relaxed, totally attentive to my voice, and I can take you there whenever I want because you like being relaxed and focused on my voice, deeply, deeply hypnotized. No stress, no worries, just my voice and relaxing warmth throughout your body and mind. If it helps you relax, watch Sharon smoke with your eyes closed, she can’t see you so you can relax and watch her smoke with the french-inhales and long, slow exhales and it relaxes you even more and as you relax, you can focus more clearly on my voice in this warm, hypnotized state. How do you feel?”
“Warm… relaxed,” Kenny managed to mumble. “Do you like this feeling?”
“Yes…”
“As you focus on my voice, relaxing more with my every word, and going deeper and deeper into hypnosis, you want to experience this feeling more. My voice relaxes you, and you will tell me everything I want to know because no matter how secret the answer, it is so relaxing when you tell Christie, so relaxing when you tell
Christie, that you will only feel warm, and even more relaxed. understand?”
“Yes, Christie.”
“Very good. Tell Christie what you think of Michelle. Is she an easy lay?” “Yes. For me. She likes me as much as I like her.”
“Was she too easy to resist, or was it something else?”
Do you
“Something else… So pretty. Such… such…” Kenny seemed to be having trouble with this part.
“Tell Christie and feel relaxed, it feels so much better out than in. Let Christie hear the secret and take away the stress, let Christie hear the secret and take away the stress…” She repeated it softly, intimately, in the most soothing tones she could muster.
“She’s such a sexy smoker. Virginia Slims 120’s… so sexy… the way she… smokes. Holds it… exhales… inhales… so sexy. Love it when she smokes…”
“Is that all about Michelle? Is she fat?”
“No… nice and round… soft. So sexy… so pretty.”
Well, that settled that. Michelle had definitely hooked one. There would be no hypnotically-induced sexual difficulties for Kenny; he had fallen for Michelle in a big way, and Christie could certainly understand his attraction to her. Christie liked Kenny, too, deciding that he was attractive enough for a guy. She’d proceed with her plan A. “I understand, Kenny. Now relax and focus on my voice again. Tell Christie all the things that make a sexy smoker like Michelle?”
“Smoke long cigarettes. 120’s. Use cigarette holders. Elegant. Slow. Makes very sexy.”
“Yes, Kenny, it makes them very sexy, and sexy women arouse you.” He hummed an agreement. “So whenever you hear me say ‘sexy Saratoga’, it is a long cigarette so you will pay attention and focus on my voice. When I blow the smoke directly in your face after you are focused, you will relax and return to this warm, relaxed, comfortable state, where there is only relaxation and my voice. Your muscles will continue to support your body, but your eyes will close, and your mind will be totally relaxed and open as you watch Michelle smoke on the movie in your mind. My voice will be the soundtrack, the only thing you can hear. When I count to ten, you will awaken, feeling refreshed and alert, absolutely no stress, and you will want me to help you de-stress more often. I will give you a CD that you will listen to whenever you are alone for a half-hour. You must listen to the CD at least once a day for a half-hour because it will help me to teach you how to de-stress. This CD is especially made for you, and no one else may listen to it. Do you understand?”
“Yes. I understand.” Christie awakened him, offering him the CD with a smile; he may have thought it was a friendly smile, but even if he knew the evil motivations behind it, he couldn’t have done anything about it. He was hers now, and she
could make him do anything she wanted. She lit a Saratoga as she stood at the door to let him out. “Tell Sharon I said good night, I don’t want to yell. Thanks for the CD, Christie. Ever since my promotion I’ve been feeling the stress a little more.”
Christie turned to the door and whispered, “Sexy Saratoga,” while she undid the lock. Kenny stood, temporarily frozen as she took a draw, and then exhaled in his face. He sighed, his eyes closed, and his neck bowed. Anything she wanted. She woke him up and sent him to his side of their common wall, satisfied that the post- hypnotic trigger was firmly in place. She closed her door and headed for the bedroom where Sharon awaited. Having Kenny in thrall was exciting, and she needed to have the buzz between her legs taken care of now.
***
Christie’s dreams were filled with visions of gloved holder ladies smoking at her command, and Kenny, collared, leashed and kneeling at her feet while she played sultana of all she surveyed. For once, playing with Sharon hadn’t dulled the throb between her legs. It kept her moderately distracted for the duration of the day. As she sat listening to Mrs. Carver recite her hypnotic regression script, her own mind began to wander. Christie knew that she was going to fuck Kenny at some point, Michelle be damned. She hadn’t had such an attractive, pliant male slave at her disposal since…
Christie wandered through the play party, her cigarette holder in hand. She was pleasantly buzzed, from both the alcohol and the sexual activity. The latter had started with an intense masturbatory session in her bedroom after she looked at herself in the mirror to appraise her look for the evening. The gloves, the long holder with its long, just-lit Saratoga, the “utility belt” with its whip, harness and dildo… She was just too damn sexy for words, and had to play with the gorgeous domme babe right away. It hadn’t stopped there, however. The first scene at the party was hers, and Michelle’s zaftig hypnotic submission had started a flame between her legs, one that Michelle had been made to diminish with her tongue. It had been a temporary fix; Christie just felt extremely horny that night. Ever since she’d discovered the pleasures of Sapphic love, and the unrestrained joy of making it happen through hypnosis of an unsuspecting subject, she’d been virtually insatiable. She walked slowly through the party, mingling with the other dommes and doms, with an occasional acknowledgement of a sub. She’d dismissed Michelle for the remainder of the evening. Her roommate had served her purpose; by now, she’d be home, on her way to bed to smoke and masturbate,
unaware that she’d even been with Christie that evening. Christie’s self-satisfied grin vanished as she froze at the sight of a man dressed only from the waist down, indicating his submissive status. Her initial shock at seeing him here gave way to a rush of understanding things that had happened long ago.
She quickly headed in the other direction, hoping that she hadn’t yet been seen, and went in search of a sub who she knew was very into the smoking fetish and usually had special smokes he would give to the dommes. Christie obtained a long, slender cigarillo from him and fit it, unlit, into the holder. Then she went after her prey. He was still talking to the same group of male subs she had seen him with earlier, giving no indication that he had seen her. This was going to be fun. “Light,” she snapped as she approached the group. His jaw dropped at the sound of her voice, but he, along with a couple other members of the group held lighters aflame. She dismissed all but him, and then took the light he had been patiently holding. She took a heavy drag of the cigarillo through the holder, then tilted her head backwards. After a near-infinite pause, Christie exhaled slowly through her nostrils. She fixed his gaze on him. “Hello, Jamie. It’s been a while.” He swallowed visibly, and a bulge began to appear in his shorts. “Yes, I remember very well,” she husked, posing for him. “I still know—” She took another languid draw on the holdered cigar, waited, and exhaled through her nostrils. “—exactly what you like.” The bulge was very visible, but the increasing drama was broken by another female voice.
“What are you doing looking at another woman’s face? Surely you haven’t forgotten my instructions?” When Jamie began to stammer, the woman yelled, “Did I give you permission to speak? Kneel. NOW,” with a Southern accent. Christie couldn’t help but smirk as Jamie knelt instantly, looking at the floor. The woman turned to Christie. “Oh! I see,” she said, obviously taking notice of the holder and cigarillo. She resumed, “I think he found you too attractive to remember his training. But you don’t have to excuse him for that. You can whip him if you want.” Christie saw Jamie flinch, but the woman didn’t. “I’m sorry, I need to introduce myself. My name is Marie Cox—”
“Kilgore,” Christie finished with a smile.
The other woman was surprised. “Excuse me, but have we met?” Her accent was pure upper crust Southern Belle all the way.
“No, but he and I have met. Before you.”
Realization dawned on Marie’s face, along with a smile. “So you’re the smoking girlfriend. I’ve been wondering if we’d ever run into you since we moved back here from Georgia. Did you—ummm—dominate him in college?”
Christie shook her head after taking another draw on the holder. “No. I was too young to know about things like that. All I knew was that he was really generous if I smoked long cigarettes in a holder and exhaled through my nose. Did he tell you about me?” Marie wasn’t showing any signs of apprehension, subtle or otherwise, so Christie was becoming increasingly comfortable with the situation—especially because Jamie wasn’t. He’d broken her little sophomore heart when he had vanished after he graduated, contrary to all his promises. She didn’t want him now, so the pain was just a distant memory belonging to the girl she used to be.
“Eventually,” Marie grinned. She told Christie about finding Jamie’s smoking fetish movies and photos after they’d been married for a year, and how, after confronting him, he admitted that he’d been faithful of body, but not of act. “Instead of paying a whore to smoke for him while he masturbated, I took up the habit. I thought it would help me keep my husband and appearances. I was a non-smoker until I found out,” Marie confessed. “He’d make references to you—at least the way you smoked while I was learning.” She looked down at Jamie, still deferentially kneeling, and sneered, “I’m feeling generous. You can watch us smoke.” Marie removed a long ivory holder from a satin bag and carefully put a brown cigarette from a gold case into it. Christie lit Marie’s cigarette while complimenting her on the holder. She knew Jamie was going crazy. “I found it on EBay. I make him pay me ten dollars to smoke for him, and depending on my mood, ten to one hundred for his sexual gratification from it. I spend it on holders and Nat Sherman’s mostly. That’s what I usually smoke, either MCD’s or Hint of Mint. In a pinch, Mores.” She looked down at Jamie again and smiled, mock-sweetly intoning, “Always brown, right, darling?” Jamie groaned, his bulge threatening to tear through his pants. Christie took another drag and exhaled the way he liked it just to make things a little harder. The brief torment over, Marie resumed, “Anyway, I went on the computer trying to find out more about this smoking fetish thing, and I found all these web sites and female dominants with cigarette holders. I dressed up in latex one night with a cigarette holder, and when he came home from the office, I had him licking everything. Jamie’s extremely oral.” Both women giggled. “And I discovered that the femdom thing did something for me. So, I went from a naïve little rich girl trying to keep her fairytale marriage from going bust in a very public and ugly way to the domme in control 24-7 of the heir to the Kilgore Company.” Marie french-inhaled her next drag, extending her gloved hand with the ivory holder to the side before tilting her head back and letting a slow combination oral/
nasal exhale go. Christie felt her own clit pulse in response. Marie was a marvelously sexy smoker, and gorgeous to boot. “Would you want to play with him? For old times’ sake? I gotta tell you, you left a big time imprint on him. I’ve taken advantage of it. It only seems fair that I should—give you a chance at it. You laid all the groundwork. Besides, handing him off to somebody else reminds him of his place.”
“Sure,” Christie said, eagerly thinking of the evil possibilities, “but I’ve got my own thing, now, too. I hypnotize people into submission. Would you mind if—?”
“Go right ahead,” Marie grinned.
Jamie went under with a very quick induction based on holders and smoke. His now-confirmed submissive nature left him defenseless against Christie’s hypnotic skills. She spent a wonderful night with Marie and Jamie, leaving the play party shortly after she’d confirmed that Jamie’s post-hypnotic trigger was firmly established. Even though Marie was “only slightly bi-curious”, Christie’s promise of setting up post-hypnotic triggers for Marie to use on Jamie got the southern belle into Christie’s bed, and promptly left Marie panting, “Make that mostly heterosexual,” after their first experience together. Christie had a lot of fun with Marie; Jamie would fall into trance at the merest suggestion for Christie, while Marie decided she liked using the smoking fetish triggers. It even went so far as Christie bringing Michelle to the Bahamas for a marvelous week at a private resort with Jamie and Marie. That week, Jamie spent so much time on his knees that they didn’t tan. When Marie got pregnant, most of their hedonistic fun went by the wayside, although Christie still attended an occasional social gathering at the Kilgore mansion (also gaining a few clients that way,) and Jamie was still very suggestible.
Now she had her very own Jamie Kilgore. The workday couldn’t pass fast enough. When she and Sharon got home, Kenny wasn’t there. She resolved to wait for him; one of the things about hypnotic subjugation was that she had to reinforce it as much as possible, and that meant that she’d have to put him into trance and get him used to obeying her almost every day for the next few weeks. Nothing major, just little reasonable odds and ends so that he would ultimately associate her requests with something reasonable. From there, it was a short step to condition him to agree to her every request. She heard the noises next door that indicated he’d returned from his workday. After giving him a few minutes to get comfortable in his home, Christie went outside, Saratoga in hand, and knocked on his door. “Oh, hey Christie! How are you today?”
“Just fine, Kenny,” she answered with a smile. “Can I come in? I have a message for you from Michelle,” she lied. He stood to the side to let her in, and as she passed, she said, “Sexy Saratogas.” He stood, looking expectantly at her, and she took a big drag, snap-inhaling, then exhaled forcefully into his face. Kenny’s face went blank and his eyes closed. “When I count to three, you will open your eyes and remain totally relaxed, focused on my voice in your warm, relaxed hypnotic state. No other sound is important.” When his eyes opened, slightly unfocused and glazed, Christie lightly said, “Come with me,” and guided him into his living room, a mirror image of her own in its layout. “Sit down in your favorite comfortable chair, Kenny, relaxing into it, your favorite chair, and focus on my words as your eyes slowly close because you are so relaxed and sleepy, relaxed and sleepy, focused on my voice, relaxed and sleepy…” His eyes drifted shut. “Very good, Kenny, so relaxed, hearing only my voice, seeing Michelle smoke in the movie in your mind.”
“Your voice… soundtrack… only hear your voice,” he whispered.
“That’s right, Kenny, everything I say is important while you watch Michelle smoke. I want you to give me a key to your townhouse, and I will give you one to mine, because neighbors should have a key for emergencies. Do you agree that neighbors should have a key for emergencies?” she coaxed.
“Yes… neighbors should have… keys for emergencies.”
“You will be happy to give me a key, Kenny, and I will use it for emergencies, and this will make you happy because you are happy whenever you relax during the movie and the soundtrack of my voice. Relax now, Kenny. Relax for me, and tell me what you will do.”
“Give you a… key.” Kenny’s vice was thick and slurred a little. “Relax… at the sound… track… your voice.”
“Yes, Kenny, it feels wonderful to relax for Christie.” He made a noise that might have been the word, “wonderful,” but he was so relaxed now in his favorite chair that she couldn’t decipher it. No matter. While he was entranced, she asked him if he’d listened to the CD (he had), and if he’d talked to Michelle (he hadn’t.) After reinforcing his desire to listen to the CD, she woke him up, leaving him with the impression that they’d talked about their respective days at work while also using that conversation to make sure his inner feelings were open to her. “You can tell
Christie the truth about anything she asks, because it’s so much better out than in, and each time you tell Christie, you will relax even more and feel warm, and happy, while you chase the stress of holding it in.” After Kenny had regained consciousness, she said, “Well, I can’t stay long. Oh!” she said, making a show of remembering the ostensible reason she came to his townhouse, “Michelle says that she’ll be home too late to do anything tomorrow, but would like to go out to dinner with you on Wednesday. She wanted to know if that would be all right, and wanted to make sure you didn’t make any other plans if it was OK.”
Kenny readily agreed. “Oh, by the way, Christie, I want to know if you’d keep a copy of my key. I think it’s good for neighbors to have each other’s key—in case of emergency.”
Christie smiled, tinged with a bit of evil gloat. “I like that idea. I’ll get you a copy of ours, too.” She stood up to leave. “I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around, Kenny.”
Part 3 – Prelude To A Seduction
Christie checked the clock on the wall. Michelle should be getting to the apartment at any minute. She only had another fifteen minutes with this patient, a twenty-six year old man who had been referred to her by the courts six weeks earlier. She somewhat unwillingly turned her thoughts from Michelle and returned her attention to the man on the couch, whose eyes were open, staring at the spiral on the ceiling. His pants were off, and his cock stood at half-mast. Denied sexual release under hypnosis was very effective in ingraining commands. “Excellent, Scott. It is time to recite your lesson. Now, who is your wife?”
“She… she… is… my…” This was a difficult one. He’d been resisting this particular suggestion very strongly. He always fought to avoid saying the word, but he’d been getting closer the last two sessions.
“Very well, Scott. Think of your wife now, she cares for you and takes care of you. Yes, remember what happens when you think pleasant thoughts of your wife… Feel it now.” He moaned, and his cock began to fill even more. “Now your wife has told you something that you don’t like. What happens?”
“That stupid bit—” he angrily began.
Christie immediately interrupted, “Feel what happens to your body, your manhood, your virility when you think bad things, Scott.” His cock began to shrink at the negative thought. This was good.
“N-n-n-nooo,” he protested feebly, distracted from his rage, yet unable to make his penis stay erect.
“This will always happen when you think bad things about your wife. When you want to hurt her, you lose your manliness, Scott. There is a solution,” she cajoled.
“I-I-I want to think good thoughts. Must think good thoughts. Must think good thoughts,” he repeated, and slowly his cock rose again.
“But she’s telling you something you don’t want to hear, Scott.” His cock twitched, threatening to go flaccid again, but he began to repeat his mantra aloud. “It’s what you’re thinking, not what you’re saying that causes you to lose your manhood, Scott.” It started to shrink faster. “You must believe the good thoughts, behave as the good thoughts dictate, and only then will you have your virility back. Viagra will not help; only good behavior from good thoughts will allow you to get it up.” He was whimpering as he felt his sex drive failing. “You can change it, Scott. Now, who-is-your-wife?”
“She is… she… she… she is… my… my… My Mistress,” he sighed.
Christie quickly said, “Fully erect, so ready, can’t stop it now, so virile, so big, swelling so much and you must release now!” His penis grew to its full extension, he groaned, then gasped as his orgasm started without having been touched. His forceful spurts continued for about a minute, and then he sighed in bliss, a sated smile on his face.
“Yes, completely relaxed, now feeling so good, so warm and relaxed, Scott, thinking about your Mistress, your wonderful wife, your Mistress, and you will feel this way when you please your Mistress, and listen to me tell you all the wonderful things about your wife, your beautiful Mistress…” Christie continued her seductive, submissive litany for a few minutes, and then made him clean himself up, get dressed, and forget any details about the session. “Scott, I will send a report to the court in another month if you continue to make this type of progress. Do you feel that our sessions are helping you with your issues?”
Scott looked at her, thinking. “Yeah,” he finally said. “Yeah, I think you’re helping, Doc, and I ain’t just sayin’ that to be sayin’ it so’s you’ll write me up good. I had lots of doubts about a lady shrink, but I seem to be doin’ good with this visualization thing you’re teaching me.” She sent him out of the inner office to make another appointment with Sharon. Her methods were unorthodox, but highly effective.
After she heard the office door shut, she told Sharon to hold all calls. Christie had a gap between appointments, and hoped that Michelle had made it home on time.
***
Michelle arrived home while Christie and Sharon were still at work. She unpacked in a hurry, hoping to surprise Kenny before her roommates got home. She’d been having strange, but sexy dreams during the whole time in New York. She was beginning to wonder if her arm would fall off as she masturbated furiously in the privacy of her hotel room. Michelle had no way of knowing that her roommate had triggered those dreams with nightly phone calls, priming her with images of Kenny catering to her every sexual whim, at her slightest expression. Right now, Kenny was on Michelle’s mind. She couldn’t ever remember a longer flight home, even though they arrived right on time. The phone rang, interrupting her thoughts, causing her to exclaim, “Shit!” She did not want any interruptions right now. “Hello?”
“Michelle’s magical mystery tour,” the voice on the phone said, and Michelle lost all sense of everything except that voice. “Welcome home, slave,” Christie chuckled. “Tell me about your dreams during your trip. Tell me everything.”
“Yes… Mistress,” Michelle blankly replied. “I dreamed that I was Kenny’s… owner. He would do anything I wanted him to. Even sexually. It made me feel very, very horny. I… I… masturbated every night, thinking of him.”
“Thinking of him in what way?”
Michelle hesitated, but her programming was too strong. “As… As my… slave. I liked having him as my slave. It made me very, very sensitive, mistress.”
“And how were you dressed in your dreams, slave?”
“I was dressed normally. Except for… except for…” Christie commanded Michelle to recall her dream in detail. “I was using… a cigarette holder,” she said, with more than a bit of wonder in her voice. “I’ve never used a cigarette holder…”
Christie decided to change the subject before Michelle used that to gain enough leverage to snap out of trance. In addition, the thought of Michelle with a holder made her breathe a little faster. She could be very sexy, and very dangerous with one. “Is Kenny home yet?”
“No, Mistress. I don’t see his car.”
“Then this is what you must do: you will come to the office and wait for me with Sharon. Afterwards, we will go shopping for some sexy things for you to wear. You will be doing this to surprise Kenny, and to help make your dreams come true. You will not remember this phone call; if anyone should ask, you are going for a girls’ night out with Sharon and me. When I hang up the phone, you do the same, then have a relaxing cigarette as the phone call fades from your mind, and you will awaken, happy that the three of us are going out together, and we will plot a surprise for Kenny with you. Slave Michelle, you must obey.”
“I… must… obey… I am… your… slave. I must obey, I am your slave,” Michelle began to repeat, triggered by Christie’s last phrase. Christie felt another swell of sexual excitement at the mental picture of Michelle in the apartment. She hung up the phone, smiling. Directed imaging in dreams was very effective. That was how she would manipulate Michelle into a position where Kenny would respond to her instinctively, leaving himself completely defenseless against Christie. Her clit throbbed again, causing her to check the clock. Damn. There wasn’t enough time before the next patient to have Sharon attend to her needs. Christie sighed. She couldn’t take Kenny away from Michelle; that would be downright evil. She loved Michelle as a friend and as a lover—even if Michelle wasn’t consciously aware of her bisexuality. However, she could easily—persuade—her friend to loan him to her on occasion.
***
“So, you guys are gonna help me out?” Michelle eagerly asked as they left Christie’s office.
“What are friends for?” Sharon grinned. “Of course we’ll help you out.”
“Y’know, I think he could be the one,” Michelle chirped happily.
“Slow down, Michelle,” Christie counseled. “You’ve only had what-one date? He is awful cute, though. I hope he’s as nice to you as he’s been to us so far.”
“He will be,” Michelle replied with a big smile. They went to a couple of plus size stores that advertised sexy wear, and then to dinner where they chatted about lots of things. When Sharon got up to head for the ladies’ room, Michelle pulled Christie aside. “Ummm… Christie? Can I ask you something… something professional?”
“Sure. I’ll even do it for free, as long as I don’t have to go into the office,” Christie answered with a giggle. She had a nice little buzz going on. There was going to be some serious playing in the house tonight. She’d been horny ever since thinking about Michelle and Kenny, and watching Sharon and Michelle smoke all night hadn’t helped at all. “Is there a problem?”
“Well… I’ve started having weird dreams about Kenny,” Michelle confessed. “Not bad or anything. In fact, I’d have to say they were sexy dreams.” Christie said something about her liking him. “Well duh. But I was acting—sort of—weird in these dreams, and so was he. We were sort of dressed kinky, and he was like, my slave, and I was really getting off on it. I’ve never dreamed or thought about things like that before, never ever! Am I going insane?”
Christie laughed. “No, but some part of you is worried that you two may not stay together, even though you really want him to be ‘the one.’ If he was your slave, he couldn’t go anywhere except where you want him to. The kinky feeling you get is probably because you were horny for him, and that put the master/slave relationship into a sexual context. I wouldn’t worry about it too much.” She smiled and gave a wave of dismissal. “Now, if you come home from shopping tonight with a whip and chains… Then I would say you have some issues and may need to see a shrink. I know a real good one.” They both laughed.
***
Christie lay next to Sharon as they shared an after-sex Saratoga. Sharon was still entranced, while Michelle lay sprawled at the foot of the bed, masturbating, awash in hypnotic bliss. Christie idly stroked Sharon’s body as she watched her best slave exhale slowly through her nose. It had been a wonderful show to this point. Michelle had wielded the dildo with great enthusiasm on Sharon. Christie had
watched the proceedings with interest, finally stopping Michelle to rearrange positions. Sharon’s face was at Christie’s pussy, where her well-trained lover went to work, while she was still being fucked by Michelle. Sharon had already had one orgasm. Christie put her hand between Sharon’s legs and began to rub. “Let’s watch Michelle, slave,” she whispered. As Michelle got closer to orgasm, Sharon did, too. “When Michelle comes, you will too, you will feel her passion, her heat, her hunger, her need for release, and your mistress will provide it, that’s right, she’s getting closer and closer…” Michelle’s legs began to vibrate and she gurgled on orgasm’s precipice. Christie kissed Sharon deeply, and both her slaves came, softly, but powerfully. Michelle melted onto the king-size bed after hers had finished, while Sharon continued kissing Christie until her body could take no more stimulation, and with a groan, her body went slack, chest heaving, eyes closed. Christie smiled; that was how she liked her sex slaves; wrung out and in the depths of trance. A tingle meant that she could have stood to do more, but neither Michelle nor Sharon was in any condition to take care of her. Maybe that’s what Kenny would be useful for. She wondered what Nina would have said.
“So, Miss Black, it would seem that I am your new faculty advisor,” Dr. Nina Semzidakis said with a smile from across the table at her house. “Dr. Burnett will be leaving at semester’s end, and he recommended that I become your advisor. I like to know my graduate students as people, not just lowly-paid research and teaching help, and that’s why I’ve invited you here.” The professor’s slight Greek accent lent a musical lilt to her voice, and she was very easy to talk to. That introductory evening spanned several glasses of wine and several cigarettes. Nina smoked extremely long, brown, unfiltered cigarettes. Christie had to double-check to see if they were cigarettes and not cigars; they made her Saratoga 120s look short, but she couldn’t bring herself to ask. A few months later, Christie was having a working dinner at Nina’s place on a Friday night, which was a normal occurrence: Nina kept her research notes for her book at home, and did a lot of the writing there. Christie was fascinated by the woman’s psychosocial research and felt that she was gaining valuable experience. The thought of getting a Ph.D. didn’t seem to be as scary with Nina as her advisor. “Well, that’s enough for tonight,” Nina said. “It’s been a good night; you’ve helped me organize the focus for chapter 2. I’m sorry if I’ve kept you from enjoying the things that young people enjoy on Friday nights,” Nina apologized.
Christie smiled at the matronly, dark-haired woman. “That’s OK, Nina. I was probably going to spend it at home studying for Cleamons’ exam next week. He hates me.” Nina clucked sympathetically and offered Christie an ouzo, telling her that Cleamons hated anyone who didn’t do laboratory science. Christie nodded,
“Psychobiology is not what I want to do; I want to work with people. I know this might sound trite, but I’d like to help people find their way when they lose it.” Grinning, she added, “And I can make a decent living at it.” The two women talked about several things late into the evening, as friends were wont to do, until Christie reached into her purse to find… “Oh, crap! I’m out of cigarettes, but I’m having too much fun to leave.” Nina suggested that Christie smoke one of hers, and even presented her with a short holder, saying that some people were bothered by tobacco crumbs. Christie accepted with hesitation, wanting to continue the conversation, but intimidated by the cigarette. The box said, “Nat Sherman’s 164.” She was very surprised to find that it was very smooth, tasted almost sweet, and was easy to smoke. After picking tobacco crumbs off her tongue and lips following her first couple of puffs, she placed it in the holder, smiling, “You’re right, Nina. I don’t like loose tobacco in my mouth.” Christie took a long draw, enjoying the smoke, exhaling slowly, playing with the holder out of habit.
“You look like you’ve used one of those before, Christie,” Nina correctly noted. “And I don’t mean at a Halloween costume party.” Christie took a long drag, tilted her head back and exhaled slowly through her nose, just like she used to do with Jamie. “That was most uncommon,” Nina murmured. “Although judging by the expression on your face, and the lack of a comment, I’d say that you were in a memory fugue just then.”
The accuracy of the observation startled Christie back to the real world. “Oh… yeah. An old boyfriend used to like to watch me smoke. Looking back, I guess he had a smoking fetish,” she explained, careful to use the technical term, and equally careful to give her voice a note of finality.
“So he left you, and you felt a little let down because you—enjoyed being the focus of his smoking fetish. You probably thought that the attraction would be strong enough to keep him around,” Nina observed. Seeing her student’s shocked expression, she followed up with, “This is what you want to do, Christie, so you’d better learn how to work with verbal and non-verbal cues.” Christie sighed and nodded. “Have you since found a new boyfriend, or even had a few dates with the same person?”
Shaking her head, Christie said, “No. I’ve been too busy studying and all that. It’s all I can do to keep up with work and school.” Nina chose that moment to take a somewhat regal drag and exhale, reminding Christie of Joan Collins in Dynasty. “So, I haven’t really-ummm-paid any attention to it.”
“Yes, you have, Christie. You can’t deny yourself like that. We are all sexual beings; it’s a biological imperative as well as possessing very strong psychological and social components.” Christie watched Nina take another drag and got lost in her mentor’s aura for a moment. Nina looked at her strangely. “Christie,” she said, her voice turning soft and husky, “I’m going to ask you a question, and I’d like an honest answer. Have you ever had feelings for—a woman?”
“Ummm… ummm…” The ouzo suddenly made Christie feel very hot. Nina asked the question again, evenly, softly. “Well… there was this one time…” Christie began, recalling the incident with Sharon during their senior year.
“Next question, then,” Nina interrupted. “Have you ever thought about indulging those feelings? Trying something—different?”
“Nina, are you—” Christie started, frightened that she was having this conversation with a woman who held absolute power over not only her present, but her future as well.
“There are no strings attached, Christie, I assure you, whatever you might think. Should you decide to proceed, there are going to be certain rules concerning discretion—in order to protect us both. However, I give you my word as your friend that there will be absolutely no repercussions should you choose not to explore the —other side of your sexual being with me.” Nina made no movement towards her; there was nothing remotely sexual about the situation except the conversation.
The heat from the ouzo had spread south. It had been forever since she’d been sexually involved with a person, and her body, no, her mind, was telling her to take advantage of this opportunity. “Will you keep this… private?” Christie asked in a small voice. Nina nodded solemnly, and held out her hand. Christie rose, a little unsteady, and allowed Nina to lead her upstairs, past the bedroom with its unmade bed. The professor opened another door down the hall. Christie gasped involuntarily at the array of sexual toys around the room and the graphic images of woman-woman love on the walls. “Nina… I…” Her stomach turned flip-flops.
“Shhhh…” her mentor counseled. “Now is not the time for questions or worries,” she smiled. Christie shivered at her gentle touch. “You are so wonderfully— feminine and beautiful. Without even trying. Even on my best days when I was younger, I couldn’t look as good as you. I was always… a handsome woman.” Christie protested Nina’s evaluation of herself, feeling anxious to see where this would lead, all the while desperately seeking a way out of this situation. “Would
you like a taste of my cigarette? Maybe it will help put you more at ease.” Christie felt Nina gently turn her so that they were face to face, still not quite believing what was happening. Nina took a deep draw from the long brown cigarette and exhaled towards Christie’s mouth. Surprised that Nina hadn’t offered the cigarette, Christie instinctively inhaled the smoke but as she went to exhale, Nina’s face was right there and suddenly, Christie was kissing her first woman. The world spun crazily, and her denied sexuality broke loose. She was kissing Nina back, aggressively, hungrily, and felt her body ready itself for sex. “Not so fast,” Nina chuckled. “It’s not like that with a woman, my dear girl.”
“Then teach me how,” Christie panted. “I want to learn.”
Christie began to stimulate herself a little more vigorously as the memories continued to play…
That first time wasn’t just an experiment, for Christie and Nina became lovers as well as colleagues. One night, about a year after that first night together, they were sharing post-sex cigarettes in the “playroom”, as Christie had named it. Nina had bought a brand new sex toy, a Sybian, the “vibrator to end all vibrators,” as she called it. Nina was highly sexed, and the Sybian promised pleasure when Christie wasn’t available. Or vice versa, since Christie had spent the last hour discovering that it wasn’t all just marketing hype. “Nina, can I ask you a question?”
“Yes, dear?”
“I’ve really enjoyed the things we’ve done, and all the times we’ve made love, and everything you’ve taught me. And that thing,” she indicated the Sybian with a half- laugh, “could be downright addictive. But it doesn’t quite do—everything.” Nina rolled over to look at her lesbian lover, and asked her to be explicit. “Well, I don’t want to seem ungrateful, and I think I’ve answered all my internal questions about my sexual orientation, but sometimes I just want to be fucked. Y’know, like with a cock.”
“There are very few human beings who are purely heterosexual or purely homosexual, Christie. Sexual orientation is more of a sliding scale from one to ten, with one being purely het, and ten being perfectly gay. So that shouldn’t bother you. If you’re between three and eight, that’s wonderful.” She playfully stroked Christie’s nipple. “More variety. As for myself, at the moment I suppose I’m somewhere above nine on that scale, but I’ve floated between seven and nine for most of my life.” She moved to a kneeling position. “But if you wanted to be
fucked, you should have asked me sooner. I can do that.” Nina went to a drawer and removed something with all kinds of straps on it. She stepped into it with a practiced ease; Christie couldn’t figure out which way was up just by looking at it. Once that had been assembled and all the straps cinched, Nina removed a very lifelike phallus from the same drawer. “Will medium do?” she smiled. As much as Christie liked head, the gentle sex that she shared with Nina, and all of her mentor’s other sex toys, the sensation of intercourse (albeit with a dildo in a harness) left her seeing stars, barely able to breathe. “If you can find a man who can do that to you, then you may find yourself sliding back towards the middle. Unfortunately, men’s penises have nerves in them, and it makes it difficult for them to concentrate entirely on your pleasure.”
Christie gasped in the present; she’d been masturbating to the memories of the time she shared with Nina, and was on an orgasmic climb. Sharon and Michelle were still unconscious, so Christie closed her eyes and let herself drift back in time again…
“Nina, I think I have a smoking fetish,” Christie confessed over another working dinner.
Nina laughed. “Going straight to diagnosis are we?”
“I’m serious,” Christie urgently said. “I saw this beautiful girl smoking a long cigarette outside Dixon today. I watched her, and I felt myself get wet. Am I turning into a freak? I mean, I saw her in Dixon, and it was like, ‘Oh, she’s cute,’ but nothing special. Then, after ten o’clock class, I’m having a smoke, and here she comes with her friends, pulls out a pack of Mores, lights up, and all of a sudden… zing! I’m feeling kind of like I do when I’m with you.” Nina considered that a moment, and asked she’d ever felt that on seeing a More before. “No… I can’t say that I have, although it’s not like I see beautiful women smoking them everywhere.”
“Do you still feel a thrill, even after the fact?” Nina queried. Christie thought about it for a moment, then said yes with certainty. She had learned to be candid about sexuality with Nina, who had pointed out that it was going to be a valuable job skill in Christie’s chosen profession. “Let’s go upstairs. I can’t concentrate on work when you’re broadcasting arousal and availability signals like this.” With Nina kissing her body as she rode the Sybian, Christie felt her orgasm approach. Nina told her to close her eyes and visualize the girl outside Dixon Hall, the way she held her cigarette, and the way she smoked it, concentrating on every last detail.
Christie’s orgasm hit her almost immediately with gale force; she shot off the machine and fell into Nina’s arms, limp and gasping for breath. “That may have been unscientific, but I’d say it confirms your self-diagnosis,” Nina whispered as she stroked Christie’s body. Afterwards, Christie found that concentrating on Nina’s way of smoking her 164 led to some terrific sex that night. Afterwards, they joked about how little work got done on Nina’s book that night.
Christie’s hand was a blur moving over her clit, sending terrific shocks through her body, but she wasn’t quite there yet…
Sharon said, “It was really nice of you to invite me over tonight. It’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other, living in the same city and all. I guess you’ve been busy; I know I have. My job is driving me crazy, the office is a mess.” She accepted another glass of wine from her friend. “So what’s going on in your life?”
Christie said, “We’re moving on to hypnosis as a therapeutic tool in class.”
“That mumbo-jumbo? I can’t believe that they teach you that in school. It’s gotta be a hoax.” She had no memory of the time she’d been under while they were roommates.
“No, it’s not,” Christie said. “Used properly, it can be a valuable tool for diagnosis and therapy.” Christie wasn’t interested in its proper use that night. She began to try an induction based on their conversation, getting Sharon’s subconscious to respond through NLP hypnosis. Sharon was such an excellent subject that if it was going to work on anyone, it would be her. Sure enough, within ten minutes, her friend was deeply entranced. Christie began to focus Sharon on smoking, feeling a subtle heat rise in her body. She pulled out a More and offered it to Sharon with the illusion that it was her regular brand. When Sharon began to smoke, still deeply hypnotized, Christie felt the heat go up a notch. And Sharon looked so beautiful and feminine as she held the long, slim cigarette high, bringing it down to her lips for a long draw before she slowly exhaled that thick, creamy smoke through the “O” formed by her lips…
Fantasy and reality were ripped to shreds by Christie’s orgasm. She bucked and thrashed so much that she was afraid she’d bounce her slaves off the bed, not that she cared. The images and memories of her past, along with some fantasy thoughts of the present combined to send her into orbit. “Whewwww, ohh that was good,” Christie sighed to her hypnotically unconscious bedmates, who hadn’t fallen off. As she sat basking in an afterglow that was too languorous to ruin by moving,
Christie realized that she still wanted something. She wanted to be fucked, but she didn’t want to be fucked by a slave wearing a dildo, which was unsatisfying on many levels. She wanted a flesh-and-blood-and-cum-spurting cock belonging to a submissive slave. Kenny had one, and she was going to get it.
Part 4 – Smoky Submission
Sharon looked at Christie as they were closing the office for the week at 3 p.m. “You have had such a spring in your step today! And we’re closing early for a change! I’d almost think that you had a hot date or something tonight!” Her boss/ roommate just smiled at her. “You do have a hot date! Do I know the lucky girl?”
“No, you don’t Sharon, and it’s not a she,” Christie smiled mysteriously. It’s not a “date,” either, but “something” might begin to cover it. “Let’s get home. I have to get ready.” Christie had been looking forward to this ever since she’d gone out with Michelle and Sharon. Kenny was within her grasp; his post-hypnotic commands were awaiting her trigger. Now all she needed was some careful conditioning to enslave him completely. It didn’t hurt that Michelle and he were still extremely attracted to each other, having had dinner and sex last night. Christie had caught a blushing Michelle returning a little after midnight and the thin walls between the town homes made for good listening. Any plans Michelle had for the weekend had been overridden last night by Christie; Kenny would be having dinner at their place tonight, and if all went according to plan, he would not be leaving until Sunday, after having become another one of Christie’s hypno-toys. She felt her pussy throb at the thought. Who would have thought…
***
“Nina, I have a confession to make,” Christie said, three months away from completing her doctoral dissertation. “Sharon’s not just my roommate any more. We’re lovers.”
Nina Semzidakis seemed to take this all in stride, barely pausing over her soup. “So that’s why you’ve been scarce of late. And here I was, thinking that it had something to do with your dissertation. Silly me,” her teacher/advisor/lover replied with a smile. “I knew this would happen sooner or later, that you would find someone more your own age, Christie. So I’m not as thunderstruck as you might think, nor am I the vengeful sort.”
“I know that, Nina,” Christie said. “That’s not the confession part. I figured that you of all people would understand if I found another woman.” Nina looked up from the meal. “The confession is that… well… I’ve violated professional ethics.” Nina asked her how, given that she wasn’t even a professional yet. “I’ve… turned Sharon into my lover. With hypnosis.”
“So she’s the experimental subject in your dissertation,” Nina sighed. “‘Long-term Behavior Modification Using Post-Hypnotic Automated Triggers.’ I gather that it works.” Her mentor’s face was unreadable.
“Yes, it does, at least in those who have high enough suggestibility indices, like Sharon. She’s always been too easy to hypnotize.”
“So how did this come about, and what, if anything, are you planning to do about it?”
“She’s always complained about men ever since I’ve known her,” Christie began, but Nina waved dismissively. “Well, if you want to know the truth, seeing her with that blank expression made me hot. Every time I practiced hypnosis with her, I kept getting hotter and hotter. One night, I was a little—drunk—and masturbated in front of her after I put her into trance.”
Nina nodded. “And that led to the need for stronger and stronger stimuli until…” “I made her do me.”
“And?”
“I came so hard that I passed out.”
“So, it was the most charged encounter you’ve had in your life to this point? Even beyond that first night with the Sybian?” Christie nodded, searching for a glint of understanding in Nina’s eyes. “Doctor, heal thyself. You have a fetish. It’s not a severe one, since you don’t need to put someone into a submissive trance to get aroused—” Nina paused to see the excitement flash across Christie’s face. “—But it does something extra for you.” Christie nodded again. “Is this restricted to Sharon, or are there others?”
“It’s Sharon. You should see her sitting there, all still and her eyes open and blank…” Christie shifted in her seat. “And she’s so beautiful. Besides, I can’t run around hypnotizing everybody.”
“Well, Christie, I can’t give you the answer you want. You’ll have to release her at some point. I think that if you do that, then we will consider that this specific conversation never took place, because I’m afraid that if it ever became general knowledge, your career in hypnotherapy would be over before it started.” Nina lit one of her long Nat Sherman’s cigarettes. “I want you to understand that I’m not saying this out of jealousy, but out of professional concern. I don’t want to see you throw everything you’ve worked for away.”
Christie nodded and accepted the counsel. After updating her advisor on the progress of her dissertation, she returned to her apartment, where Sharon sat watching some movie in the living room. She let a loud, unhappy sigh go as she put her backpack down and joined her roommate on the couch. Sharon was smoking one of Christie’s Saratogas, which excited Christie, even as she tried to fight it. Sharon asked her what was wrong. “Sharon’s going somewhere over the rainbow,” she said, for what was to be the last time. Sharon blinked a few times, then her eyes closed as she sighed. “Deeper for me, lover. Let yourself truly relax into the peace and calm of my voice as your body is floating away and your mind hears only my voice, only my voice telling you what to do.” As Sharon went into a deeper trance, Christie figured that it was going to be the last time, so what the heck. She took off her pants, and began to caress herself as she directed Sharon to continue smoking in her trance and that she was all alone in the apartment and getting very, very horny, and no one was around so she could touch herself and…
She wound up not taking Nina’s advice, instead choosing to hide her hypnosis fetish. After all, it was just Sharon, and it wasn’t as if she were going to run around hypnotizing every sweet young thing she saw, although the More-smoking blonde at school was tempting. Christie had managed to graduate with honors, and while she thought that she had kept Nina in the dark, given her mentor’s perceptiveness, she was never sure, especially after Nina introduced her to a couple of friends who were into the local BDSM scene at her graduation party, complete with knowing look. At any rate, Nina had accepted a position on the East Coast during Christie’s last semester and was leaving town in a month, so her secret was safe. It didn’t take long for Christie to be accepted as a domme in the local scene, especially with the things she could make Sharon do under hypnosis. It got even better when Michelle moved back to town with a job that kept her out of town enough that having her own place was overkill. Christie had suggested that Michelle move in with her and Sharon, and the three of them had found this large townhouse. It was also apparent that Michelle would, at the least, have to have some mental adjustments to fit in with Christie and Sharon. While not as suggestible or
submissive as Sharon, Michelle was easy enough to hypnotize once she was living in the same place. Christie also found out that having Michelle in trance was arousing too.
Now it was time for Michelle’s new boyfriend to fall under Christie’s spell as well. “Sharon, light my Saratoga,” Christie commanded. Her roommate/lover helplessly obeyed, and as the smoke wafted around her, her eyes closed, signaling her trance. Christie gave Sharon some instructions, and left her sitting on the bed repeating her deepening mantra. Michelle was in trance as well, thanks to a quick cell phone conversation, and was on her way to the restaurant from work. She was the one picking up dinner, which kept her away from Kenny for the moment. Time to set up her new toy, who had been home for about an hour, if the noises from next door were any indication. Christie opened Kenny’s door as quietly as she could with the key he’d given her. She lit a Saratoga before softly calling his name. There was no response, but there was familiar soft music playing in the living room. She walked through the foyer and saw why her entry had gone completely unnoticed. This was very good.
Kenny was sitting in his chair, eyes closed, listening to the CD she’d given him. She walked over to the chair and announced, “Sexy Saratoga!” Kenny startled out of his light trance, turning to face her, but Christie was already exhaling smoke into his face. He melted into the chair, going into a much deeper trance. She felt a sudden urge, but pushed it away as she whispered into his ear. “That’s very good, Kenny, what are you doing now?” He smelled nice. Must have already showered for his date.
“Watching Michelle smoke… Movie in my mind…” he managed.
“Yes… and when you watch Michelle smoke what can you hear, Kenny?” “Your… voice… Ssssound… track…”
“Yes, Kenny, and when you hear the soundtrack of my voice you will relax and you will do what I tell you because Christie is your friend, and it makes you feel good and relaxed, and comfortable. Listen to Christie, you want to do what Christie says because it makes you feel good. Now listen to me carefully Kenny as you relax, I have something very important to tell you. You are going to have dinner with Sharon and Michelle and me in our apartment tonight. Doesn’t that sound nice? You can go out with Michelle later, just like you planned, but dinner with us is a good idea, it will be fun…”
“Yes… Christie,” Kenny blankly replied. “Fun… dinner…”
“I will call you on the phone when dinner is ready, and you will come over to visit us and have dinner before your date with Michelle.” He hummed happily; her suggestion agreed with him. “Until I call you on the phone, you will stay here, in your favorite chair, listening to your favorite CD. You will only hear the telephone and your favorite CD. If you happen to see Michelle, you will not feel the need to stop her, or speak to her because you know that you are having dinner and a date tonight. You will remain in your favorite chair, Kenny as you relax, relax completely, body getting heavy, mind slowing, watching Michelle smoke and listening to my voice as you go into a deep, deep, relaxing sleep. Such a deep, relaxing sleep. Yes, Kenny, relax, so comfortable and warm, only hearing my voice, the CD, and the telephone…”
“On-ly… y’r… voissss,” he slurred.
“You will awake feeling alert and refreshed when you hear the telephone ring. Until then, sleep deeply… Now!” With that, Kenny was out and the bulge in his pants began to shrink. That meant that he wasn’t watching his mental movie of Michelle smoking, and therefore, he was completely hypnotized. She left his place with a very satisfied and evil smile. Time to change into something a little sexier and check on Sharon’s progress. When Christie entered her bedroom, four of Christie’s cigarette holders had been cleaned and were laid carefully on a towel on the dressing table. Sharon was lying down on the bed taking a hypnotic nap. Christie gently tapped her twice on the forehead, and said, “When you hear me call ‘dinner’s ready,’ you will come downstairs, entranced and enslaved, but you will act completely normal. Repeat if you understand, my beautiful slave.”
“I will come downstairs… act normal when… dinner’s ready. I will be entranced… and enslaved. I obey… my mistress Christie.” Christie’s heart beat a little faster, and a warm tingly feeling crept upwards through her body. She was determined to subjugate Kenny tonight, however, and anything else until his complete acknowledgement of her control was a distraction. She took a deep breath and said aloud, “The first thing a domme has to learn how to control is herself.” The sexual heat and the anticipation of the night to come faded immediately as her own self-hypnotic trigger did its job, and she went about preparing herself for an evening of seduction and domination.
She had just finished dressing when Michelle arrived with the food. Christie felt the tingle again and allowed herself to luxuriate in the anticipation for a moment. She gave Sharon some more commands, which also gave Michelle a chance to put the food down. Lighting a Saratoga in her long holder, she casually walked out of her bedroom. “Regard your Mistress, Michelle,” she throatily said as she appeared at the top of the steps, holder aloft.
The zaftig blonde’s eyes widened as she slowly sank to her knees watching Christie approach. “Yes, I must obey my mistress,” she whispered as a long- established post-hypnotic command took hold of her, emptying her mind. Christie drank in the thrill of Michelle’s hypnotic submission as she slowly circled the kneeling girl who was regarding her with wonder and devotion. She stopped in front of Michelle, took a long, demonstrative draw from the holdered cigarette, slowly snap-inhaled it, and then exhaled forcefully down at Michelle. Michelle swayed drunkenly for a second or two before her eyes closed.
“Listen to me, my dear slave,” Christie began. “Tonight, you will begin to learn how to use your power. You will be learning how to make the man of your dreams yours. I will teach you, and show you and you will learn.” Michelle repeated a sleepy, “I will learn…” “First, I will ask you some questions, which you will answer completely, and truthfully. You can keep nothing a secret from your Mistress if she asks, and you know this, so you will not get upset, or feel strange. You will remain deeply asleep, completely relaxed, deeply hypnotized and obedient to your Mistress.” Michelle made a noise that Christie took as consent. After all, Michelle couldn’t possibly object in her present condition.
Christie resumed, “Kenny has a smoking fetish. This means that he is highly aroused by you when you smoke. This is the tool you will use to make him yours. Your mistress will help you to make him yours. Does this make you happy, my slave?”
“Yes… Mistress…” This response was much less sleepy-sounding. Obviously, the prospect excited Michelle, even in trance.
“Excellent. Then you will obey my every command tonight. You will not flirt with him; instead, you will allow your mistress to prepare him for your control. Everything that I do tonight will achieve your goal of having a relationship with him, and it will not bother you at all. Everything that happens tonight is for you and Kenny, and you will have no questions, no worries, you will remain calm, relaxed, and obedient. Do you understand, slave?”
“Yes, Mistress. I understand and obey. I will obey all of your commands tonight.”
“You will go upstairs to my room. There you will find Sharon. You will practice smoking with a cigarette holder.” Michelle started to get a little agitated, just like she had last night, hinting at some sort of strong discomfort with cigarette holders, so Christie quickly added, “Kenny likes women who use cigarette holders. He thinks it’s very sexy. Don’t you want to be sexy for Kenny?” before she could snap herself out of trance. Michelle sighed and calmed down visibly. “Very good, slave Michelle, relaxed and obedient, the sound of my voice makes you so relaxed and completely obedient.” After determining that Michelle was deeply tranced once more, she resumed, “When Sharon says that you are ready, you will change into your special outfit, the one we all went shopping for this week. Do you know which one that is?” Michelle nodded slowly. “When you are dressed, you will call, ‘Mistress, I am ready,’ and then wait in your room until you hear me call ‘dinner’s ready.’ Only then will you come downstairs, acting normal, but still deeply asleep, still deeply hypnotized, still obedient.” Michelle assented, and Christie sent her upstairs to perform her duties. It was about an hour before Christie heard Michelle call to her. She smiled, and called Kenny on the phone. It was going to be a great weekend. The sound of her doorbell snapped her out of her pleasant reverie. Everybody had to eat before anything could happen—hypnosis could fool someone into thinking they weren’t hungry, but the body couldn’t always be fooled. Besides, Kenny was going to need fuel.
Dinner was quiet; Christie could sense the sexual tension between Kenny and Michelle. Even though she was in trance, she was commanded to act normally. Therefore, Michelle was flirting up a storm, and Kenny was very interested. The cute black dress that Michelle had bought emphasized her round curves, so that didn’t hurt, either. “So, where were you going to take Michelle tonight?” Christie innocently asked towards the end of the meal.
Kenny seemed shocked by the sound. “Comedy club, I think. That is, if she would like it.” Michelle nodded, smiling broadly. Kenny could have asked her to a dungeon opening and she would have done the same. At any rate, he was getting antsy, dinner was essentially over, and it was time for Christie to make a move.
“Michelle,” Christie said, still sounding innocent, “you’d better go upstairs and get ready to go. I think Kenny’s just about out of patience.” He blushed as he watched Michelle trot upstairs, ostensibly to get her things. “I think it’s time for a sexy Saratoga.” Kenny looked at her quizzically as she lit a cigarette. She
exhaled into his face; his eyes blinked a couple of times. “That’s right Kenny, focus on the smoke and my voice and relax, relax and watch your movie.” He sank into the chair, smiling, and his eyes closed. “What do you hear, Kenny, now that you are watching the movie?”
“I hear… your voice.”
“Very good, Kenny, and as you listen to my voice you relax even more because it makes you relaxed and happy to listen to Christie, because Christie is your friend, and you like to do things for Christie because she makes you relaxed and happy.” Kenny’s blank, “yes,” sent a charge through her panties. She directed him to the sofa. “Now, Kenny, you and I are going to have a chat. Are you still watching Michelle smoke?”
“Yes…”
“Excellent, Kenny. That is very good. I want you to feel more relaxed, more comfortable, it’s such a wonderful feeling as you listen to the soundtrack of the movie, and you will answer all of my questions because I am your friend and it makes you feel so good to answer my questions. You like to watch Michelle smoke. It excites you when Michelle smokes, yes?” Kenny agreed. “Do you like to watch Sharon smoke as well?” Yes, he did. “Do you like to watch me smoke?” He hemmed and hawed a little, causing Christie to prompt, “If you tell Christie the truth you will feel so much better, so relaxed, so happy…”
“S’Alright… But… not… as… sexy.”
Christie frowned. What? I’m the one that taught Sharon and Michelle how to be sexy smokers. She pushed the momentary annoyance away. His fetish made him easy to manipulate, so she’d have to play into his fantasy and feed his fetish. “What would make Christie a sexier smoker, Kenny, how would you like to see Christie smoke? Remain relaxed and calm, and tell Christie the truth so you can feel so much better,” she cajoled.
“Mores… Cigarette holder… very sexy,” Kenny mumbled.
Damn! He would pick those. Well, it would have to wait. She questioned him in detail about his fetish, narrating the movie in his mind to fit what he was saying, and watching the lump in his pants become a very stark outline of the tip of a decent cock. “Christie wants you to realize that you are very aroused, but you like
being this aroused, and you can stay this aroused because the sensations from your cock are much less strong, so you don’t have to worry about coming and losing that gorgeous erection, that sense of being so ready, and you believe me because you know that I am your friend and it makes you comfortable and relaxed to listen to my voice and you enjoy doing what I say.” Her quick discourse gave him no chance to protest and its circular nature redirected his mind into a more instinctive obedience of her words. “Very good. Do you want Christie to make you feel even better, even happier?” Of course he did. “Michelle, come here,” she commanded.
Michelle came down the stairs, still flawlessly dressed and made up. “Stop.” The tingle was threatening to overwhelm Christie’s self-control as Michelle stood next to her, eyes vacant. She softly repeated her self-hypnosis mantra, took a deep breath, and resumed her task. “Kenny, when I count to three, you will open your eyes, remaining deeply asleep, happy to hear my voice, willing to do what I say because you are completely relaxed and comfortable. Do you understand?” His slurred response drew a smile from her as she counted. When his eyes opened, they focused on Michelle, and she could almost feel his arousal surge. Christie said, “Michelle, take a quarter-turn, and smoke for your mistress.” Michelle turned, lit her Virginia Slim 120, and tilted her head upwards, exhaling slowly through pursed lips. Christie found it interesting that she and Kenny liked to watch many of the same things, and that was something else she could turn to her advantage. He watched Michelle, enraptured by the sight of his fantasy. “Yes, Kenny, feel what watching her does for you,” Christie purred, “as you watch Michelle smoke at my command, yes Kenny, she does what I tell her to do and I can make her smoke for you in the way you like when you want to watch her smoke like this. Would you like it if I were to command her for you like that?” Kenny frantically said yes. “Then take your pants off for Michelle, so she can see how much she’s affecting you as she smokes and you feel even more aroused than before.” Kenny was kicking off his pants and his cock sprang free. Michelle hadn’t embellished anything in the description. Christie sent her upstairs to fetch Sharon immediately after she had finished her cigarette.
She stroked the topside of Kenny’s cock, making him stir and moan, telling him how good she would make him feel so very soon and how he couldn’t let it all go just yet and how it felt good because he was listening to her. His breathing began to get ragged. Now he was almost ready. When Michelle returned with Sharon, Christie kissed Kenny on his ear and whispered, “Watch and listen to my voice.” She stood, and addressed both women. “Ladies of Holder Elegance.” Kenny’s gasp did not go unnoticed as Sharon and Michelle followed the command, each
fitting a cigarette into a holder, lighting it, and posing for the first exhale. “Watch them, Kenny,” Christie intimated, landing back at his side. She continued her seduction. “Does this excite you even more? I can make this happen as often as you wish… Al you have to do is make Christie happy and you can do that by relaxing when Christie tells you and listening to what Christie says and doing what Christie tells you and Christie can make this happen for you if you just do what Christie tells you—” She began to stroke him slowly. “—Watch my slaves do what I tell them as you feel me wrapped around you and you are beginning to feel so good and I can make this happen if you just obey me, I can make Michelle and Sharon smoke for you if you obey me, and I can make you cum if you obey me, you will tell me that you will obey me and it will make me very happy and then you can feel everything and I’m the only one that can make it happen…” She began to jack faster as her hypno-stud began to thrust his hips, adding his motion to her own. “Tell me you will obey me and you will be able to feel everything, just promise to obey me, and I can make Michelle smoke exactly the way you want and all you need to do is to promise to obey me, obey me, Kenny, you know you want to, because I can make you feel sooo good and when you cum you will go very, very deep for me because you will obey me you want to obey me you must obey me and you will say you will obey me and then you can cum and it will feel so good because you know you will obey me when I command…” Her hand was nearly a blur, teasing the rim and the sensitive tip, coaxing more feeling through him, panting, “You must obey me… say you will obey me and you can cum” in his ear constantly. She heard the telltale lighter click that indicated somebody had just lit another holdered cigarette, and knew that he was on the brink of orgasm. She just needed to push him just a little bit more… “Watch her, Kenny, she smokes as I have commanded and I will command her for you… you know what you must do you have only—”
“I will obey you!” he roared, and Christie felt the first massive contraction in his cock before he spurted over her hand, making guttural noises with each twitch, and Christie softly flicked her tongue in his ear, still stroking him while she softly repeated, “Yes, I am your Goddess, you will sleep and obey, yes I am your Goddess, you will sleep and obey…” Kenny heaved a giant sigh at the end of his orgasm and melted into Christie’s sofa, unconscious. She stood up, an evil smile of victory on her face. Kenny was hers now.
Part 5 – Kenny Meets His Goddess
Christie sat next to the unconscious Kenny, watching Sharon finish her holdered Capri 120. Normally, she’d have one of her roommates take care of the heat she
was feeling, but she was much more interested in Kenny; he was currently unavailable, but she’d give him a good twenty minutes or so before waking him up to complete his seduction. Michelle brought her a washcloth to clean her hands. She’d never been one for cum on her body. As far as Christie was concerned, there were three places semen belonged after it was shot: the inside of a rubber, inside her (rare, but she enjoyed the contractions of ejaculation on occasion), or into the toilet, after she’d been satisfied. She had Sharon light a Saratoga for her, and then sent her favorite slave to the store for a couple of packs of Mores, while she plotted her next moves. Kenny had submitted to her, and she needed to reinforce that to make sure he wouldn’t just spontaneously become the same old Kenny, instead of her hypnotic toy—and Michelle’s love slave. Finally, she decided she couldn’t wait. “Kenny, this is the voice of your Goddess… it is a voice that you will always hear above all others. Your Goddess will give you your Michelle, just the way you like her, the way you want her, the way you’ve dreamed about her. Would you like this, Kenny? I can make it happen. I am your Goddess.”
“Yes,” he stated. “I would like that… very much.”
Christie seductively resumed, “Then you must worship me, Kenny. I am your Goddess, Kenny. My voice is a voice that must be obeyed. You shall do all that I tell you, because only I can give you what you want, Kenny. You will obey me. I will teach you how to please me with your worship. In exchange, I shall grant you your heart’s desire. Who am I Kenny?”
“Chr-chr…”
“That’s not right Kenny. The movie in your mind won’t ever play again, and Michelle will never smoke for you again. Now, try again. Who am I?” He hesitantly said her name again; Christie didn’t say anything right away. “Now you hear only the soundtrack to the movie in your mind, and the movie has gone dark, Kenny. The movie won’t play for you anymore. You will never see Michelle smoke in your mind, or in real life, Kenny. Because I say so. Haven’t I done everything I’ve said? Hasn’t listening to me made you happy?” He replied, “Yes,” with a tinge of fear in his voice. He was convinced that she would do what she said, and that anxiety, along with his fetish, was going to break him very quickly. “Now, who am I? It’s not a very hard question, Kenny, and I’ve given you the answer. Tell me what I’ve told you, and you will be able to see Sharon smoke, you can watch your beloved Michelle in the movie, and in real life, and… your Goddess will smoke for you… just the way you want. Who am I, Kenny?”
Kenny began to squirm, and he was recovered enough that his cock began to rise. Thinking of the possibilities, Mr. Wood? Christie patiently waited for his answer. “Christie… is… my Goddess,” he finally admitted, somewhat reluctantly. She prompted him once more, gently, just as Sharon came back through the door. “You are my Goddess,” he stated, more certainly.
“Relax and watch your movie again, Kenny. Your Goddess has started the movie again, and her voice is the soundtrack,” she said, and watched him smile. His cock was on its way to full erection. His fantasy had him once again, and she was going to manipulate it to her advantage. “Kenny, watch your movie, enjoy your movie, remaining completely still. You can not move, because your Goddess has commanded, and you must obey.” Christie led her entranced duo upstairs. Having Kenny’s mind was a powerful aphrodisiac, but she wanted to make sure she had it firmly in her grasp. She still allowed herself to luxuriate in the feeling of soft flesh on her flesh as her handmaidens undressed her, lovingly cleaned her, and then Sharon laid out her catsuit with the strategic hole. Michelle gently, lovingly, put lotion on her, scented her skin, all the while giving her occasional worshipful kisses, but Christie stopped her from doing more with a gentle word. She didn’t want to lose sight of her objective; Michelle and Sharon were extremely capable of making her forget herself. Christie put on the catsuit. She loved this particular garment; the sheer feel of the fabric, and the cooling breeze down below made her feel sexy and horny. Time for the tools of the trade. Christie put on her black latex boots that came just to below the knee, a present from Jamie and Marie. If pressed, Christie would have to say that her legs were her best feature, and the boots drew attention there. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror. I’m too fucking sexy. “Tell me how sexy I am, my dears.”
“Yes… Mistress… you look very sexy tonight,” Sharon and Michelle chorused, slightly out-of-sync. She smiled, even if they were enthralled, it still sounded good. And now for the pièce de résistance… Christie opened one of the packs of Mores and fit it into an eight-inch long black cigarette holder that she’d had customized to fit the slender brown cigarettes. One of her favorite play party subs was very into ladies with Mores in cigarette holders; she really didn’t care for the brand, but she wasn’t beyond using them to—induce scenarios. Leaving it unlit, she came down the steps, Michelle obediently following, her eveningwear gone, replaced by lingerie, while Sharon brought up the rear, still fully dressed. This session was for Michelle, but Christie wanted to have Sharon around in case Kenny proved a disappointment. If Kenny was as good as Michelle said, Sharon would get her share of the bounty later.
“Kenny, open your eyes, remaining relaxed and asleep. Look at your Goddess,” she purred sultrily. His eyes were blank, but the image she presented registered nonetheless; his cock twitched. “Yes, your Goddess has returned, and she will grant you your wish tonight. When I count to three, you will awaken, but remember that I am your Goddess, and my voice must be obeyed at all times. You have pledged yourself to your Goddess, because she can give you what you want. You will obey me, and worship me, Kenny. I am your Goddess.”
“I will obey… you… worship… my Goddess,” he replied in a monotone, sending shivers down Christie’s spine and a very powerful, warm pulse through her moist pussy. She smiled in anticipation. She counted him to consciousness, confident that her triggers were well enough ingrained that she’d be able to fix any awkward situation. Kenny gasped at the sight of her in her catsuit and Michelle in lingerie, and he got visibly harder.
She captured all of his attention by asking, “Do you have a light?” and posing with the cigarette holder. Judging by the tactless gape, her appearance made Michelle fade to insignificance. After a brief, frantic search, he provided the requested service. Christie exaggerated her drag, exhale, and hold, maintaining Kenny’s hunger and his rigidity, posing throughout, very aware that she had sufficient control of him through his fetish to get laid. But the domination… “Kenny, I can tell you like what you see. Are you surprised?” He stuttered incomprehensibly. “This proves that I am your Goddess. I know what you like to watch, without your saying a word. Michelle, I command you to smoke a More for Kenny.” Michelle took a brown cigarette from Christie and he sprang to his feet to light it. “You shouldn’t be standing in the presence of your Goddess,” she snapped. “I can stop this as easily as I started it.” He sat down quickly, and was rewarded with another smoking spectacle from Christie, and the sight of Michelle with a More. His eyes were so wide that Christie could see the dilation of his pupils. It was time. “Kenny, your Goddess has granted your fantasy. What will you do for her? She deserves your worship.” Christie walked to her favorite chair and sat, regally, posing for another drag and slow exhale. He peeped. “Worship your Goddess, Kenny. Worship me.” Kenny hesitated. “Michelle, sexy, slow, smoke,” Christie commanded. Michelle turned to the left, giving Christie (and Kenny) a profile view of a long, slow, draw, a careful picture-perfect french-inhale, and equally slow oral exhale finished with a brief, thick stream of smoke from her nostrils. He stared, mouth open, but still no movement. Well, she had other ways of getting what she wanted.
“Kenny, watch me,” Christie whispered, re-capturing his attention. “Watch your Goddess.” She took a demonstrative puff from the 8” holder, fashioning a slow,
nasal exhale. “And again.” This time, Christie swung her legs onto the sofa, crossing them, giving both Kenny a good chance to admire her long, latex-clad legs. She took another long draw from the holder, and as she inhaled, held it at arm’s length, before casually, regally, lifting her chin, and exhaling as Michelle had. Kenny’s cock could not have been any more rigid. “Look at my long, beautiful legs, Kenny,” she continued in her most seductive tone. See how the boots are so shiny… see how the light dances off them when I bounce my legs… up and down… up and down… making the light go up and down… that’s right Kenny, watch my beautiful light go up and down and up and down… and the light is now all you see, and you are going slowly into trance for me, into trance for your Goddess because she wants you to and you want to obey her… into trance as your body remains erect.” Christie stood, but Kenny’s eyes remained transfixed on the spot where her legs had been. She exhaled into his face. “Close your eyes as your Goddess’ smoke envelops you. Deeper into trance for her, deeply hypnotized.” He opened his mouth to say something, but Christie was too fast for him, exhaling at him again, and he was under. He was still hard. She put out the More. “Now you are entranced by your Goddess. What must you do when you hear your Goddess’ voice?”
“I… must… listen… and obey,” he sighed. She gave him her approval at how well he remembered his lesson before commanding him to stand up and open his eyes, remaining deeply hypnotized.
Christie made Michelle light another More, then the two returned to Kenny, Michelle standing in front of him while Christie casually walked around him. “Kneel. Your Goddess commands.” He struggled a little bit against the compulsion, but his knees sagged and finally met the floor. “Michelle, sexy, slow, smoke.” Her enthralled roommate obeyed as before, drawing a gasp from the young man kneeling in front of her. “See what happens when you obey your Goddess? She rewards you with what you like. What will you do when your Goddess commands?”
“I will obey,” Kenny replied, much more quickly than before.
Christie again made Michelle pose for him; reinforcement of this reality was important. He’d soon do anything for her, in or out of trance. She continued this for the remainder of Michelle’s cigarette; each time Kenny repeated his vow of obedience, he was be “rewarded” by having Michelle perform in a live fantasy of his. It was suddenly very warm in the townhouse. “Kenny, close your eyes and sleep deeply in hypnosis until your Goddess awakens you.” The sight of Kenny on
his knees with his head bowed and eyes closed raised the temperature even more. She was the hypno-domme Goddess, and almost everything was in place for her affirmation. Christie sat in her chair again, a queen on her throne. She woke her boy toy up, his penis mostly deflated. “Sharon, prepare your Mistress’ smoke.” Sharon ran a pipe cleaner through the holder, her dark eyes open, yet blank, and fitted a fresh More into it before presenting the assemblage to Christie. “Watch me,” she purred at Kenny. He was erect again by the fourth exhale, and it was extremely hot in the townhouse now. Christie handed the holder to Sharon and spread her legs. Michelle had said that Kenny gave good head; now was the time to find out, because she was ready to explode. “Come to me, and worship at your Goddess’ altar. Worship me, Kenny, from your knees.” He crawled to her, and Christie just about lost it. She pulled his head to her delta, holding him away from her by the slightest of margins. “Inhale the magical, arousing scent of your Goddess—imagine the taste and the delight. This is my altar, Kenny. This is where you will worship me. You know what your Goddess needs,” Christie cooed, hanging onto the last bit of self-control she had. She drew on it as her voice turned stern and she demanded, “Obey me and give me your worship.”
Kenny dove between her thighs with a strangled, “I obey my Goddess,” and Christie grabbed Sharon’s hand for the ride. He was very good with his tongue and hands, although not nearly as good as Sharon or Michelle; but then again, they’d had much more practice, especially Sharon. It didn’t take long for the combination of the power trip and Kenny’s efforts to send Christie into orgasm, as she turned red and squeezed Sharon’s hand for dear life. All three of them, her hypnotized slaves, there to perform as she willed… Reality coalesced around her briefly, long enough for her to realize that Kenny was still worshipping her before her brain shut down, and her next orgasm came on the heels of the first. She came down from that one and commanded him to stop his worship. She felt all wet and tingly… and itchy inside. She looked down at Kenny, his face wet with her juices, and then between his legs—his erection had already lost some of its rigidity, but it was still hard enough for what she had in mind.
“Lie on your back,” she panted, having ceased caring about the rubber in Sharon’s pocket. “Your Goddess commands that you will not cum,” she declared before settling on top of him. He moaned, but Christie’s hips were already churning. She was lost in the pleasure of great fucking, not caring about anyone else in the room, not even Kenny, whose cock was powering her to another orgasm. She lost control of her hips, and suddenly, she couldn’t breathe. Her body locked a few instants before a hail of multicolored lights blinded her. When she could see again, she was hanging onto his neck, bent forward. Christie let a long, loud breath go,
and slowly made it back to her riding position. Kenny was looking up at her with adoration. He felt good inside her, but she still had work to do. She climbed off and stood up, making him moan in protest. “Silence,” she snapped in annoyance without looking at him, and waited. Good. He’s still obeying me. “That’s better. You have pleased your Goddess, Kenny,” she said, noting that the frustration vanished from his face, replaced by eagerness to see what his reward would be. Christie had a brief whispered conversation with Michelle, who removed her bra and panties as his eyes grew wide. “Fuck him now, Michelle,” Christie ordered. The zaftig blonde straddled him and sat on his straining erection. He moaned, very loudly, very happily, met with a soft sigh from his lover, which turned to moans of her own, and soon the grunts of unchained fucking filled the townhouse’s living room. Christie just sat and watched them, feeling a little tingle as Michelle came once, turning red, her eyes rolling up in her head, mouth open without any sound… She loved watching Michelle cum. She began to diddle Sharon absently as she watched Kenny and Michelle continue their passionate lovemaking. It wasn’t long before Michelle began to turn red again. It started between her breasts and traveled up her neck. Christie stopped playing with Sharon, licking the juices off her fingers as she prepared another holdered More. The red was on Michelle’s face and getting deeper; she was making nonsense sounds. Christie knew she was on the edge and shouted, “Your Goddess commands that your penis is super- sensitive now you will feel everything completely and cum!”
Kenny took a loud, ragged breath and lifted Michelle off the floor as his back arched and he screamed, “Michelle!!!!!” She bucked crazily on top of him, forcing him back to the floor, and then both of them vibrated, quite visibly, for long instants until they collapsed with a simultaneous “AAARRRGGGHHH!!!!” Kenny and Michelle lay still, panting for air, drained of energy. Christie lit her cigarette and cut short Michelle’s cooing afterglow with a few words. She got up and walked over to the sofa, leaving Kenny, his eyes still loosely rolling around, at Christie’s feet.
“I am your Goddess, Kenny, I made this happen. I made this happen because you pleased me with worship,” she began, speaking rapidly, not giving him a chance to process what she was saying. “And now you feel weak… drained… tired… happy… so weak… but so happy… as you watch your Goddess smoke with her long cigarette holder.” He was looking at her, but his eyes indicated that he was still in afterglow’s haze. Christie pressed her advantage, taking another draw, and, after a posed exhale, she gently rested her right boot on his chest. “Yes… you are so weak now, so happy… you like women with cigarette holders, don’t you, Kenny?” He managed something that sounded like “yes,” but Christie ignored him and continued without a pause, “Yes, and I have a long cigarette holder, and I am
your Goddess and you are feeling weak… sleepy… you feel so good… so happy… so tired… so weak… soooo sleeeepy. And as you watch me with the cigarette holder, you feel your weakness become acceptance because it’s so easy to watch the long cigarette holder and listen to my voice… My voice telling you what to do… as you watch the long cigarette holder and it’s so easy to watch and listen… Listen and obey… the cigarette holder… it’s so pleasant… you’re sooo tired… sooo happy… feeling soooooo goood that you just want to watch and listen… Just watch and listen as you become more and more sleepy, and it feels soooo goooood… So good to watch, listen, and obey… Watch the looong holder, listen to the voice, and obey.” She continued to link his current mental and physical state with long cigarette holders. When his eyes began to close, Christie sharply said, “Kenny. Look at me.” to keep him in this extremely suggestible state for a little while longer. He forced them back open with effort. She took another posed exhale, her boot still on his chest. “When you see a woman with a long cigarette holder, you will feel the way you do now, so relaxed, so happy, so good… so very, very, sleepy. Very, very, sleeeepy… You want to watch, listen, and obey… The word you’re thinking of is submit… submission… watch the holder, listen to the voice, and obey… That’s it, you feel submissive… so relaxed… so happy… so sleepy… so very sleepy… and you are so happy to be submissive now… My long cigarette holder has made you happy to be submissive… you feel so good because of the long cigarette holder… You’re tired… and sleepy… and you have to keep your eyes open for me, Kenny, you want to watch my long cigarette holder… and listen to me… and obey… It’s so easy to be submissive now… don’t think, so happy, so warm… so sleepy… so tired… easy to watch, listen and obey… watch and listen… easy to obey… easy to watch the long holder… easy to listen… easy to submit…” His eyes were narrow, teary slits, his mouth frozen open. He was ready for the last little push. “Now you can close your eyes and relax completely into a deep hypnotic trance as I say, “Sleep now!” His eyes closed immediately and his head lolled to the side. Christie got down on one knee and whispered into his ear, “We’re going to play all kinds of wonderful games, my submissive darling. Sleep, sleep deeply, Kenny, dreaming of your sexy Michelle. Your Goddess will summon you in the morning.”
Part 6 – The Natural Order of Things
Christie woke Michelle and Kenny up early that morning, and led them to Kenny’s side of the wall, into his neatly-arranged bedroom. After insuring that the two of them would mess up the sheets when they woke up for real, she went back to her bedroom to get some more sleep. Sharon was waiting for her, hypnotically primed. Her thrall lit a fresh, long Capri 120, taking a long, slow draw punctuated with a
picture-perfect, extended french-inhale. Christie quickly stripped and climbed into bed to watch one of her favorite fantasies play in front of her while she masturbated. Her release was quick, leaving her with barely enough energy and consciousness to send Sharon into the depths of sleep next to her.
After a late breakfast and a luxurious, attended bath, Christie sat at her kitchen table plotting some more. There was still more on her agenda for Kenny; he was such an excellent subject, and Michelle had left him completely vulnerable to manipulation from several directions. She wanted a male slave of her own for a while. The sex part of it wasn’t that important—after all, Christie had Sharon for that—but the submission at a drop of a phrase… She had to take a deep breath. The idea alone made her tingle. Christie didn’t need him enslaved 24/7, unlike Marie and Jamie. Besides, there was Michelle to consider.
Michelle and Kenny were out, doing something together. Normal activities were good; it would help to keep Kenny unaware that Christie had control, and they would help to tighten the bond between him and Michelle. This evening would be spent preparing Michelle to accept the reins of power that Christie held, and teaching her how to use them as she saw fit. Her roommate was submissive; not quite in the context of a sexual relationship, although anyone skilled enough with mental manipulation could cause Michelle to express that trait in one—Christie certainly had. However, Christie had worked on making Michelle more assertive when it came to matters of sex and romance. One of the few things that Christie did not know about her friend was exactly what happened between Michelle and her first boyfriend in college, Howie. She hadn’t pried very much, either. Michelle had been tight-lipped and obviously somewhat traumatized by the experience at the time. Out of curiosity, Christie had tried to find out under hypnosis shortly after Michelle had moved in with her, but when it became obvious that it was still traumatic for Michelle after nearly ten years, Christie had let the matter drop. This situation was something she’d do for a patient by explicit request, with his/her full consent, not to an unwitting slave.
Michelle came home around four o’clock, cheerful and happy, and just glowing with the aura of someone who is truly smitten. Christie reflected for a moment on how cute it was, and that Michelle deserved this happiness. But only for a moment. As Michelle plopped onto the sofa to tell her roommate all about the wonderful afternoon she’d spent with Kenny, Christie said, “Michelle’s magical mystery tour.” All the animation and energy drained from Michelle in seconds, and she melted into the sofa, eyes staring blankly into space. “Very good, Michelle. Now you will obey your Mistress and answer all of her questions as you have been taught.”
“Yes… obey… my mistress,” Michelle cooed.
“What time are you supposed to go out with him tonight?”
“Seven, Mistress. He will come over here, and we will leave.”
Three hours. Enough time to set things up for the evening. “You like Kenny a lot, don’t you, slave?”
“Oh! Yes, Mistress! I like him a whole lot!”
“Would you like to make sure that he will be for you and no one else, my slave?”
“Could you? Would you? Please, Mistress! Please!!!” Even in trance, it was evident that Michelle wanted Kenny more than anything in the world.
“Then relax, and obey me. Relax and obey me, and I will teach you how to keep Kenny. Relax, Michelle… Relax and obey your mistress,” Christie evenly said, watching Michelle become quiet and focus on her. “First,” she resumed, “you must understand that he belongs to you, and he must always please you.” Michelle began to stutter and say something, but Christie silenced her with, “Silence, slave. Listen to your mistress and obey… obey… you must obey me, Michelle, and I will grant you your heart’s desire. You must control his desires, and teach him how to please you. You must teach him how he will respond to you. He must learn that your pleasure is paramount. You are to be his mistress, and he will obey you. I will show you how to control him so that you will become his mistress.”
Michelle stirred, showing signs of discomfort, but remained in trance as Christie continued, “You will not harm him to accomplish this. You will give him what he wants, and in turn, achieve what you desire most. But he must be trained to accept you as his mistress. I know how you can do this, and I will teach you so you can get what you want the most. What is it you want, Michelle?”
“I want… Kenny,” she mumbled.
“I can show you how to have him any way you want him. I can show you how to use the power within you to make your dreams come true. You have the power, Michelle, but you must learn how to use it. You’ve always had the power… always been sexy, able to make men pursue you… you’ve refused it… ignored it for all
this time. And now, you must embrace it to get what you truly want. It is the only way, Michelle. Listen to your mistress, trust your mistress. If you use your power, Kenny will be yours. He will live to please you, to serve you, because that is what he wants more than anything else in the world. He will desire you; he will desire to feel your power, he will obey you as you obey me, because you will give him what he craves.” All of this was going directly into Michelle’s subconscious, feeding on her insecurity about men, and her desire to be with Kenny. The trance state only facilitated absorption of Christie’s words. Michelle’s lips moved. “What is that?”
“Don’ wan’… be… dominatrix,” Michelle sleepily complained. “Love… Kenny.”
She was working hard to maintain her present mindset fighting against Christie’s indoctrination. Yes, if she continued on her current course, things would likely work out for her and Kenny, but Christie’s method was a sure thing. Besides, this way, Christie would get what she wanted, too. “Yes, you love him, and you want him. He wants you, too. But you must make him understand how much you want him. He’s begging you, every time you go out… every time you talk, every time you hold hands. Time to close the deal. Christie whispered, “Any woman can give him sex, Michelle. You must give him the definition he needs. Use your power, and he will be yours—forever.”
“Forrr-evvv-rrrrr?” Although slurred, the note of high interest was unmistakable. Michelle was worried that something wouldn’t go right, and that another woman could take Kenny away. Christie just had to reinforce that her way was foolproof.
“Yes, Michelle. Forever. Let your mistress show you the power you have over him. Let me teach you how to use it, and Kenny will be yours forever,” Christie reaffirmed. “Will you allow your mistress to teach you how to use your power?”
The response was immediate. “Yes,” Michelle said.
“Will you use your power to make Kenny yours forever? Will you accept being his mistress?” Again, Michelle agreed, with a hint of hesitation. “Remember,” Christie reminded Michelle’s subconscious, “he will be yours forever, hungering only to please you. He wants to feel your power, Michelle. Will you give it to him?”
“Yes… I will,” Michelle sighed, with a smile on her face.
“Imagine what you can do with this power. Let your mind bring forth your fantasies… Your desires… he will be a willing partner to your innermost fantasies
and desires,” Christie seductively intoned into Michelle’s ear. “Yes, can you see it in your mind’s eye? Do you feel the echoes resonate through your body? I am your mistress, and if you obey me, these things which you feel and see will be real.” Michelle was becoming a little agitated again, but this was a good agitation. Her fantasies were starting to gain steam. “You may touch yourself, Michelle,” Christie encouraged. “Imagine as good as your hands feel… imagine how it would feel if it were his hands, his lips… his tongue… his cock… all at your command… and all that he wants to do… is to please you… to make your fantasies real… Forever.” Michelle came, her fantasy so clear in her mind, without consciousness to blur any detail, any sensation. Christie watched in silence, a little turned on, but firmly focused on her goal.
She started to stroke Michelle’s body when her roommate’s orgasm subsided. “In exchange, Michelle, your mistress desires something from you… As you remember how good the fantasy felt, imagine the feeling of reality… and if you want to learn, your mistress will teach you, at a small cost… because you serve and obey me, and I am your mistress, you will be happy to learn and pay the cost your mistress asks of you… remember the fantasy, Michelle. Remember that you are relaxed and obey me. Remember that I will teach you how to use your power… and obey me.”
“Y’ssss… obey you…”
“You will teach Kenny that you are his mistress, and that I am your mistress. I will be Kenny’s Goddess. You are bound to obey me when you are relaxed, and you serve me.”
“Serve… you… must obey…”
“You will teach him that I am his Goddess. He serves you, and you serve me.” “Teach… you are… his… Goddess. Serve me… serve you…”
Christie repeated this over and over, reinforcing her control over Michelle, reinforcing the hierarchy she wanted with Michelle’s control of Kenny. Michelle repeated it each time, a smile forming after about fifteen minutes. The image of Kenny serving her, and no other woman being able to take him away from her held a great deal of appeal for her. Satisfied that Michelle had been sufficiently primed, Christie put her back into deep, submissive, hypnotic slumber. “Now, Michelle, it is time for you to learn from your mistress.”
“Yes… Learn… Mistress… Obey,” Michelle quietly babbled.
“The first thing is that you must never allow Kenny to do anything that you do not approve of. He will exist to serve you, not the other way around. You must never allow him to…” Christie paused, fighting her distaste for the image in her mind, “… ejaculate on your face. That is demeaning, and beneath you as his mistress. You must never allow him to masturbate between your breasts. You are his mistress, not a sex object. You hold the keys to his desires, not just your body. Do you understand?”
After a short pause, Michelle whispered, “Y-y-yes… I… understand. Mistress.” Christie questioned her about the cause of her reluctant answer. Evidently, Michelle’s college boyfriend had been a big fan of tit-fucking, and Michelle had so been brainwashed into enjoying it. Christie asked her if she’d let Kenny do that. “No, Mistress. He has not asked. I don’t think he’s thought of it yet.”
That was fortunate. Michelle wouldn’t be reduced to a living, breathing sex doll with Kenny because she thought that she liked it. “Michelle, listen to your mistress. Kenny does not care about tit-fucking. He does not like it. You will never ask him to do it. As time passes with Kenny, you will forget about Howie, forget all the things he told you, all the things he made you do. That was the old Michelle. Your mistress is teaching the new Michelle, Kenny’s mistress, the woman of his most fevered dreams. You will be Kenny’s mistress, the woman of his dreams.” A soft smile lit her roommate’s face while Christie continued to reinforce Kenny’s role in Michelle’s life. Satisfied that Michelle was now liberated from the traditionally male-oriented view of sex, Christie resumed her seductive lesson. Christie’s list of sexual taboos wasn’t absolute; when she found out that Michelle actually liked the taste of Kenny’s cum (ugh!), she grudgingly allowed Michelle that indulgence. Kenny hadn’t asked her to, and after some probing, Christie determined that it was something her roommate wanted to do with him. Since the ultimate goal was to modify Michelle as little as possible in Kenny’s eyes, she had to keep some established behaviors.
“And now, Michelle, I will teach you how to seduce Kenny, how to bring him under your power, how become so sexy to him that he will want no other woman. Would you like that?”
“Yes, Mistress!” No hesitation, even a hint of excitement. Michelle was ready.
“First, you must become more familiar with using a cigarette holder; Kenny will respond to you—” Michelle instantly became agitated again, and this time, it was discomfort. There was something about cigarette holders that Michelle did not like. After sending her back into a deeply relaxed state, Christie asked, “Remaining relaxed and calm, you will answer me truthfully and completely. Why does the thought of using a cigarette holder bother you, Michelle?”
The answer was instantaneous. “Seems… pretentious. I look… silly. Stupid.”
Christie hadn’t thought of that, but then again, she’d learned early in college, at a time when she was open to new experiences. And she was taught by a guy who had probably watched every holder scene in the movies. Jamie had taught her how to use one, and more importantly, how to be seductive with one. Add to that her BDSM experiences, with the holder as a symbol of power to which men and women reacted, and Christie had never had a problem with using one. Michelle had never seen herself with one, either. It made her look gorgeous, elegant, and sexy. It had certainly made Christie look twice, and Kenny was completely lost. “Michelle… you will listen and obey your mistress now. I want you to look into your memory. Can you see the last time your mistress commanded you to smoke with a holder? You obeyed your mistress and pleased her. Can you remember?”
“Yes.”
“Do you remember Kenny?”
“Yes.”
“What was he doing?”
“He was… watching. Watching me smoke.”
“Was he clothed, saying or doing anything?”
“He was… looking at me… like… like…he was excited.” “He was excited, Michelle, do you remember his cock?”
“Y-yes,” Michelle hesitated. “I remember seeing it grow and grow and grooooowwww…” Christie watched the flush blossom.
“That’s because he was watching you. He was thinking how sexy you are when you use a holder.” Michelle blushed and smiled. “It excites Kenny to watch you smoke with a holder. You look very sexy when you use a holder.”
“N-n-no… no holder,” Michelle feebly protested.
“Kenny thinks you’re extra-sexy when you use a holder. It’s one of the things that will make him yours. Your mistress knows a secret about Kenny and women who smoke with cigarette holders. Something that it does to him. I will tell you, if you will agree to let your mistress borrow him from time to time. This secret could make him completely yours, my slave. Yours forever, and I know exactly what it would take. Do you want to learn from your mistress? Are you willing to loan him to your mistress, his Goddess so that I might take my pleasure of him, and teach you more?”
“Ohhh… yesss… Yes, Mistress. Teach me,” Michelle purred excitedly.
Christie checked the time. Five p.m. Two hours before Kenny was due to pick Michelle up for another evening out. Everything was right on schedule. “Then this is how you will embody his desires, he will want no other woman, and you will gain control of him so that he will not leave you for another…”
Kenny came over a little after seven. Sharon met him at the door while Christie was upstairs with Michelle, preparing for his ultimate submission. “Ohmigod he’s here,” Michelle fretted, nervously trying to perfect her appearance. Christie stifled a laugh—it was sort of cute to see her friend so flustered, and spending so much time primping for her soon-to-be-slave. When you get finished with him, he’ll adore you in a bathrobe and fuzzy slippers, she thought. Michelle continued to worry aloud. “Are my pearls straight? I hope he likes the way I look tonight. Oh, Christie, I like him so much… Do you really think that the stuff you told me will work? I mean, I still feel kinda dumb with the cigarette holder. Do I have to go out in public with it?”
Christie whispered something into her friend’s ear, and Michelle calmed instantly, her eyes glazed, staring blankly ahead at the mirror. Christie smiled. “Yes, Michelle. He will adore you tonight. If you do the things I told you, and Kenny will be yours forever. Do you understand?”
“Yes… I understand… and obey… my mistress. Kenny will be mine forever,” Michelle sighed happily.
“When I count to three, you will be confident in your attractiveness to him. You will be determined to carry out the plan we have worked on, and you will succeed,” Christie resumed. “When he is yours, he will be mine as well. You will obey your mistress, and he will obey his Goddess. You don’t mind sharing Kenny with your mistress, do you, slave Michelle?”
“No… don’t mind… sharing… with Mistress. Must obey… my mistress.”
“When you awaken, you will be very sexy and attractive. You will have no memory of having been hypnotized tonight. You will have asked me about smoking in a sexy way because you noticed that it excited Kenny, and you thought that it might make him more attracted to you. I did not tell you about what smoking does to him. It was your own idea.”
“My own… idea… not hypnotized,” Michelle weakly echoed. By now, Kenny was probably getting impatient. It was time for Michelle to awaken, and take the first steps on her journey to the new Michelle. Kenny was going to be so lucky; he would have a mistress he adored, and on who adored him equally, and a Goddess to receive their shared devotion. Pleasure was going to be the key to their relationship, not pain. She brought her roommate out of trance. “Well,” Michelle sighed, “let’s go downstairs. I hope he’s going to be as interested as we think he is.” Christie suggested that she leave first, allowing Michelle a solo entrance. “Thanks for everything, Christie,” Michelle said, hugging her friend. “You’re right. I do look good, and if Kenny doesn’t like this…” Michelle grinned with a hint of predatory excitement.
Christie came down the steps and greeted Kenny with a smile, “Hi Kenny. Michelle’s just finishing her primping. She wants to look good for you, so she’ll be down in a minute or two.” You have no idea how good she looks. She’s a walking wet dream of yours.
“Thanks, Christie. We were just going to go to a jazz club, so there’s no real rush. It’s not like we have dinner reservations or anything tonight. I wanted to go someplace quiet, where we could talk in between dances. She said she likes to dance.”
Christie nodded. “Yes, she does. So, do you like to dance, too?” Kenny said yes, but before the conversation could continue, Michelle came down the steps in her sexy black dress. He stared appreciatively.
“Hi Kenny,” Michelle quietly smiled. “Is this OK for tonight?” He nodded eagerly in response. She walked over to him and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek, turning him red. “Can I have a cigarette before we leave?” Of course he agreed to that. Christie watched the forming dynamic with great interest. He really would do anything to see Michelle smoke; she knew that she and Sharon didn’t exist to him right now. Turning away from him, Michelle smiled at her and opened her purse. She removed the cigarette holder, gaining a smile from Christie in return, and fitted her Virginia Slim menthol 120 into it, keeping Kenny unaware that she was using a holder. Christie lit it for her. “Thanks, Christie,” she exhaled, turning to face him. “Do you like the look?” she mischievously asked.
If Kenny’s lower jaw had fallen any further, it would have separated from his face and hit the floor. The look of amazement, mixed with appreciation and a good deal of lust was exactly what Christie had predicted, and Michelle had hoped for. She stole a glance at her sexy, round pet in black dress and cigarette holder, perfectly posed, waiting for her beau to say something. Christie felt a pulse of heat go through her. Damn, she looks hot! “Michelle… oh… wow… I mean… wow… you look… incredible!” Kenny managed to stutter. Michelle responded by teasingly asking him whether that was incredibly bad or incredibly good. “You look awesome tonight. I love the idea of having you on my arm at the jazz club tonight. You could even bring the holder along. It’s that kind of place.”
“Well,” Michelle coyly responded, “I’m not sure—” She paused to take a long drag. She slowly tilted her head and exhaled slowly, obviously putting on a show. On separate sides of her, Kenny and Christie noticed, and both got a little hotter. “— That I feel comfortable enough to use one of these in public.” He gently protested, saying that she looked really elegant, and beautiful. She smiled, the compliments heating her up, but continued to decline.
Finally, Kenny asked, “Would you at least put it in your purse and bring it along, just in case you… change your mind?” Michelle shot Christie a knowing glance, and got a very subtle nod in return.
“Okay. Maybe, if I don’t look too out-of-place,” she cooed back. Michelle finished her smoke, aware of Kenny’s intense attention, and feeling her insides get gooey. Christie was right. He does like to watch me smoke with the cigarette holder. “Are we ready to go now, Kenny?” He nodded, and they collected themselves and left quickly with brief goodbyes.
Nobody said anything until they heard the car door close outside. Sharon spoke first. “I’ve never seen her act that—sexy.”
Christie pulled out a cigarette, agreed, then said, “Sharon, light my Saratoga.” As she exhaled into her lover’s face and watched Sharon’s eyes close, Christie felt the tingle very strongly as she replayed the image of Michelle as an unhypnotized holder lady. She guided Sharon to the sofa. “Worship me, my pet,” she commanded.
Sharon’s eyes opened, filled with lust, and she knelt in front of Christie. “Yes, Mistress,” she eagerly said, hastily removing her mistress’ pants. Christie sighed loudly, happily, as her slave began to minister to her needs. She needed relief, and it couldn’t wait until Kenny and Michelle returned later that night.
***
Christie was awakened by the sounds of passionate lovemaking on the other side of the wall. Whatever Kenny was doing to Michelle, he was doing exceptionally well, judging by the intensity and volume of her cries. I love it when a plan comes together, she thought, as she dressed for seduction and command once again. When the cries stilled, Christie picked up her long holder, and one for Michelle to use. Kenny was defenseless right now, and it was time to press her advantage.
She quietly unlocked Kenny’s front door and headed upstairs to the bedroom, pausing outside the door to light her Saratoga in its twelve-inch black holder. “Good morning, kids!” she said, turning on the light. Both Kenny and Michelle jumped, anger forming instantly on his face, while Michelle covered herself as she sat up in the bed with a look of sheer disbelief.
“What the fuck???!!!” Kenny angrily shouted, jumping out of the bed, but she just stood there, taking a long draw from the holder and extending her arm so that he could see how long it all was. “What… are… you… doing… here?” His approach slowed with his words, and his voice became softer. His eyes were locked on her.
“Do you like my long holder, Kenny? Yes, you do… and you have a memory of a long holder… what women with long holders do to you, Kenny. Do you remember now?” she purred. Kenny had stopped a couple of feet in front of her, mouth open, eyes wide. “Yes, Kenny, I can see that you remember. You remember that and more… You remember my sexy Saratoga,” Christie continued, taking another demonstrative draw and luxurious exhale. Kenny couldn’t take his eyes off her.
She loved this part. He was all primed, ready to go into deep hypnotic trance for her. She walked closer to him and dragged again, slowly, smiling as he watched in fascination, finally exhaling in his face. Kenny’s facial expression did not change as his eyes closed. “You must obey me, Kenny. You are submissive because you adore me with my long, sexy Saratoga, and my long cigarette holder.” Christie exhaled at him again for effect. “Kneel and sleep for your Goddess.” He sagged to his knees, head hanging limply.
Michelle was gaping with amazement, having not said a word during this. “Michelle’s magical mystery tour.” She wasn’t going to, either, as she melted onto the bed with a sigh. Christie smiled at her achievement. Time for the last pieces of the puzzle. “Michelle, this is your mistress. You will obey your mistress because she has given you the man of your dreams.”
“Yes… must obey… my mistress,” Michelle haltingly replied.
“Now that you have seen how sexy you can be for Kenny, it is time to claim him as yours. He cannot resist you.” Michelle smiled at that, and Christie resumed, “And to insure this, it is time to make him serve you, and no one else, save for your mistress, as she desires. Her desire is your command, Michelle. If she desires to Kenny, you will give him to your mistress, to do as she pleases. You agreed, because your mistress has given him to you, and you alone. You obey because you are enslaved. You will obey your mistress. You agreed to do this for your mistress.”
“Yes… agreed,” Michelle whispered, voice far away. “Anything… to get… Kenny. Must… obey… Mistress.”
“Yes, my slave. Open your eyes, and watch as your mistress gives you a very special present.” Michelle looked at the long, black cigarette holder Christie handed her. “This is the key to Kenny’s service. When you use a long cigarette holder, he will submit to your will, your desires, your every whim. This allows you to control him, as I control you. Think of the things he will do for you when he is your slave, all at your command. He cannot resist a woman with a long cigarette holder; you are the woman he dreams of. The woman he will serve. The woman he will call, ‘Mistress,’ and do her bidding.” Michelle started to flush. “Can you see it? Can you hear him saying, ‘Yes, Mistress,’ as he kneels before you, and lowers his head to the raging fire between them? All of his skill, all of his desire at your beck and call… and all you need is a long cigarette holder.”
Michelle’s hand started for her pussy. “Yes, your mistress says touch yourself, feel the fantasy, all of Kenny’s desire and hunger focused on you, no one else, his body yours to command,” Christie purred, fueling her roommate’s hypnotic visions. “Yes, control him with a long holder… make him serve you… sexually… control him… become his mistress… he will serve you… Control him, Michelle, my slave, control him with a holder. Control him… become his mistress…” She was panting along with Michelle at this point. Her roommate was masturbating freely now, the fantasy Christie had planted in full blossom. “Stop, slave.” Michelle did so, but not without a frustrated peep. Christie smiled evilly, and then began to cajole, “Your mistress will give you a reward soon, but you must obey me first. The man of your dreams… and I have given you the key. If you obey me, I will give him to you.”
“Yes… I must obey… Mistress,” Michelle replied.
Christie snapped her fingers, and quickly said, “Relax here eyes remaining open, and await my next command.”
Satisfied with this piece, she returned to Kenny. “When you awaken, the first time you see Michelle with a long cigarette holder, you will have an overwhelming urge to kneel before her and call her ‘Mistress.’ You want to do this because Michelle with a long cigarette holder makes you want to serve her every desire, because you love her, and will do anything for her. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Kenny said. “I understand. Do… anything… for Michelle.”
Christie asked, “When Michelle smokes with a long cigarette holder, it makes you want to do anything she asks, right, Kenny?” He agreed. “You like to watch women smoke with long cigarette holders. You would do anything to watch women smoke with long cigarette holders.” Another agreement. “This makes you submissive with Michelle, but you love her and you want to do these things, right?” Of course he did. “Then you are submissive to the long cigarette holder, Kenny. You are submissive to me, and submissive to Michelle when we use long cigarette holders. You are submissive to the long cigarette holder. Would you be submissive to Sharon, serve her sexual desire and hunger if she used a long holder for you?”
“Y-Y-Y-Yes,” he stuttered. His fetish and his physical attraction to Sharon combined to override his weakened judgment.
“Then you are submissive to the long cigarette holder… it is your fantasy, your desire, and you will be submissive for it,” Christie summarized for him. He was ready now. She turned to her hypnotized roommate. “Michelle, it’s time for Kenny to take his position as your slave, and you may then have him see to your pleasure. Your mistress has prepared all of this for you, and she has only asked one thing in return. Are you ready?”
“Yes… Mistress,” Michelle stated with certainty.
“Then prepare to take control of Kenny, remaining in your comfortable hypnotic trance. You are aware of everything that is happening, but the only thing you want to do is to enslave Kenny as I have taught you. You will enslave Kenny forever.” Everything was set up and ready to go. “Now, Michelle.” Her entranced roommate stood up, still naked, and put one of her Virginia Slims 120’s into the long holder that Christie had put in her hand. She lit it, and walked over to Kenny.
Christie woke Kenny up, and he immediately focused on Michelle. “That’s right Kenny, Michelle is smoking with a long holder. You like to watch Michelle smoke, and now she’s doing it with a long holder. I have made her do this, which makes you submissive to her, but this is Michelle, and you are happy to be submissive to Michelle with the long holder, isn’t that right, Kenny?”
“Yes… I love… Michelle…” he panted.
“You are submissive to Michelle, Kenny,” Christie stressed. “You are submissive to her because she smokes with a long cigarette holder. You want to see her smoke with a long holder. You want to be submissive to her. You will do anything to see her smoke with a long cigarette holder.” Christie kept repeating this in Kenny’s ear until Michelle finished her cigarette. The circular logic would help him accept his submission; after all, he wanted to see Michelle smoke with a long cigarette holder, and long cigarette holders made him submissive. Therefore, he wanted to be submissive to Michelle.
Christie made Michelle light another cigarette almost immediately. Kenny was hard now, and she wanted to keep him aroused and addled. “You see, Michelle obeys me, Kenny. And you are now submissive to her, as she is to me.”
“Yes… submissive,” he gasped.
“Her will is your command, and my will is her command. You will obey me, as well. Michelle is your mistress. I am Michelle’s mistress, and that makes me your goddess,” Christie panted softly. This whole thing was making her hot. She lit a Saratoga and said the magic words, exhaling into Kenny’s face. He collapsed on the floor. “Now Kenny, you are watching Michelle smoke in the movie in your mind… She’s smoking just like she does in real life, just the way you love to see her. Can you see Michelle smoking for you?”
“Yes…”
“She’s smoking with a cigarette holder… she’s smoking a More in a long cigarette holder for you,” Christie breathed in his ear, continuing to weave her spell. “Can you see that? How does it make you feel?”
“I’m so… horny… for her… I… I… I feel… submissive. Want to please her… so she’ll smoke with the long holder for me…”
“Yes, Kenny, and I am commanding her now in the movie. I am her mistress, Kenny. You are her slave. You remember my voice, and my scent and my commands now, don’t you. In your submission, in your deepest, most sexual fantasies… Who am I to you? I am her mistress. You are her slave, so happily her slave because she excites you so much… Who am I, Kenny? My voice, my command of her, and my command of you if I desire. Who am I, Kenny?”
“My Goddess,” he sighed, cock fully erect, even in his trance.
“Yes, Kenny. Michelle is your mistress. You will serve her at her command because she smokes with a long cigarette holder, and long cigarette holders make you submissive, they make you want to serve, and you want to watch your mistress smoke with a long holder and that means that you want to serve her. I am your goddess, Kenny. I know these things,” she whispered directly into his subconscious. “Serve your mistress, and you serve me. You will serve your mistress, and by extension, you will serve your…”
“Goddess,” he sighed happily.
“Once more, Kenny, tell me whom you will serve, and when you utter my name, you will cum harder, better than you ever have in your entire life. Who is your Mistress?”
“Michelle… is… my mistress,” he breathed, cock bobbing constantly.
“And you will do what for her?” Christie pressed.
“I will serve… my mistress… Michelle,” he replied, panting.
Kenny was ready to cum for her, as commanded. Christie saw no reason to be cruel. “And whom do you desire to serve above all?”
“I serve… you… My GoddessURRRRRGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!” Kenny’s body jerked as he shot onto the carpet. And shot again. And again. Christie was impressed by his stamina. Michelle had a full-blown stud in her clutches. He finally stopped ejaculating, but shivered uncontrollably, groaning and moaning, all the while gasping for breath as his hypnotically-induced orgasm continued. After a bit, Christie grew concerned, and ended his orgasm with gentle, soothing words. He lay still next to her.
“Who am I, Kenny?” Christie whispered.
“You are my Goddess,” he happily sighed.
“Sleep deeply and well until your mistress awakens you,” Christie gently said, smiling wolfishly. She had a chef, a male lover, and someone to do her heavy lifting when it was required. Michelle had the great love of her life, and he was going to be her devoted slave, no less. This had been a wonderful weekend. After setting Michelle next to Kenny, Christie pushed her roommate into peaceful slumber with a hypnotic phrase, and covered them with the bedspread. She tiptoed out of the room, back to her side of the wall. Tomorrow would definitely be the first day of the rest of Kenny’s life. Michelle’s, too.
***
Christie was reclining on her sofa, watching Sharon’s enthusiastic ride on Kenny’s cock after the exquisite brunch he had prepared. Michelle had asked him (in a rather sexy fashion, using the long holder) to fix it for them wearing nothing. For his compliance, he had been rewarded afterwards with the sight of Michelle smoking with the long holder, which had set off a chain reaction. His kneeling devotion to Michelle heated Christie up, while his erection had captured Sharon’s fancy; occasionally, her heterosexuality did slip its hypnotic restraints on its own. Nobody’s perfect. Michelle was just plain ready to jump him. Sensing Sharon’s
frustration, Christie hypnotized everybody else in the room, and temporarily gave Sharon the key to Kenny’s servitude, then woke all three of them up.
Sharon ran upstairs, while Christie put on a display of lesbian passion with an entranced Michelle while Kenny watched hungrily. He was gaping with obvious lust at them, but a soft, seductive, “Watch me, Kenny, and I’ll… smoke for you,” from Michelle prevented him from doing anything else. Sharon returned with a Capri 120 in a long black holder to regain Kenny’s attention. Sharon performed a very deliciously done smoke-tease, which had caused Christie to stop with Michelle so that she could watch. Sharon was a very, very sexy smoker, and the exhibition made Christie’s blood run a little hotter. Kenny was extremely erect when Sharon put the cigarette out. Her roommate made Kenny lay on his back, and mounted him immediately thereafter.
Christie caressed herself gently with one hand, taking a long, satisfying drag from her Saratoga. She snap-inhaled it, very slowly, savoring the feel and her portrayal, even though she wasn’t being watched. A slow nasal exhale finished the cycle. She looked down at the slaves on the floor; it was fun and a little exciting to watch Sharon’s enthusiasm and pleasure. It also helped to assuage Christie’s conscience that Sharon was having sex with a male, since that was her slave’s natural sexual orientation. However, she didn’t want Sharon to get too much of this particular good thing; that might do something to her programming. Christie had so masterfully altered Sharon’s mind over the years that most of the time, Sharon believed that she was gay, so her love slave’s memory of how to make Kenny submit was going to go away as soon as she’d finished with him today. Kenny’s presence could cause Sharon to regain more and more of her heterosexuality, so that was something she’d have to keep an eye on. If nothing else, he and Michelle could live together next door, out of Sharon’s easy reach. Christie also knew that Kenny wouldn’t cheat on Michelle on his own without the magic trigger.
Her safeguards in place, she finished her cigarette while watching Sharon approach, then achieve, orgasm. She was so beautfiul when she came. Sharon was still long enough to recover, then resumed her ride. Christie turned her attentions away from the frantic copulation on the carpet, well aware that she had a fire of her own that needed quenching. “Michelle, listen to your mistress from your blissful, pliant trance,” she whispered to the entranced woman next to her. “When you awaken, you will see your slave having sex with Sharon. You will feel no jealousy, because you have given him to me to use as I see fit. You will not feel jealous; you will only feel the lust between Sharon and your slave. It will make you
very, very horny, and you will need to satisfy that with me. You will serve your Mistress as you have been taught. Now open your eyes and obey.”
Michelle looked at Christie, eyes ablaze with lustful intent, and fired a torrid kiss into her mistress’ mouth. Christie moaned back, and gently pushed downward on Michelle’s head. Her hypnotized slave’s conditioning took over, and Michelle carefully removed her mistress’ clothing, before doing the same for herself. Christie pointed a finger. Michelle quickly knelt and buried her head between her mistress’ legs. Sharon was approaching orgasm number two, and Kenny was responding to her every demand, no matter how poorly expressed. The electricity of Michelle’s attentions added a physical component to the arousal and thrill of complete hypnotic domination. This orgasm was going to be HUGE. And there were going to be a lot of them in the future, many more times like this, all at her whim. Christie closed her eyes and surrendered to the ecstasy of her own well- crafted fantasy made flesh.