Author: Elizabeth Heath
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"And as you keep looking deeper into my eyes, now, you can imagine walking down a flight of marble stairs, down into a dark, silent, peaceful crypt where you can finally rest, let go, and give in to deep, deep trance. Deeper into my eyes, into my control, with every step, and you will count them with me now. There are ten steps, and this is one: deeper and deeper into trance."
"One..." he breathed in return.
"That's right. Step down the next one now: two. Just letting all your defenses go."
"Two..."
"Very good. Now three, sinking even deeper."
"Three..."
"Four. Leaving your mind in my care."
"Four..."
"Five. Just following my words."
"Five..."
"Six. Following and obeying."
"Six..."
"Seven. Deeper and more obedient."
"Seven..."
"Eight. Knowing that you are in my power now."
"Eight..."
"Nine. Feeling the last traces of resistance leave you."
"Nine..."
"That's right. And, ten. Completely under my control."
"Ten..."
"Yes. Tell me that you are completely under my control."
"I am completely under your control."
"Very, very good. Now, Pierre..." Jane leaned forward until her lips were *almost* touching Paul's. "Tell me *all* of your secrets."
Jane listened attentively as Paul told her about Pierre's secret project... which wasn't really very directly useful to Lily Arneson, but it was a bit scandalous and she could surely use that somehow. Most of the rumors she'd heard about it were pure speculation, and really she wouldn't have gone after Pierre nearly so strongly if she'd known this was all he was up to.
But, Paul was *awfully* cute as a mind-controlled zombie. He kept that perfectly blank look on his face the whole time, he was really getting into this. Jane started to see what her roommate found so hot about the idea of hypnosis.
What if he really were hypnotized?
At first it was just an idle thought. But as time went on and Paul stayed so *perfectly* in character-- not even cracking a smile-- Jane started to wonder if maybe it were actually true. Maybe she *had* hypnotized him! She started to try to think of ways to find out.
"That's very, very good, Pierre. You feel so good about telling me all of your secrets. And now, when I touch your forehead, you will feel every thought and idea vanish completely from your mind, leaving you blank, empty , and open. Now." Jane leaned forward and touched a finger to the center of Paul's forehead. He stared blankly back at her.
"Every time you feel me touch the center of your forehead, you will return to this state, and any thoughts that may have begun to form in your mind will dissipate and vanish. Do you understand?"
"Yes..." he replied quietly.
"How do you feel about this command?"
The moment his lips began to move to answer her, she tapped the center of his forehead, and a slow confused look spread over his face.
"Deeper and deeper," she said. "So completely obedient."
His features settled a bit.
"How do you feel about obeying me?" she asked.
Again, as he began to answer, she reached forward and touched his brow. He once again looked vaguely confused.
"You must obey me. Say it."
"I must obey you," he replied, looking almost relieved.
"That's right. Now, in a moment, I'm going to wake you up. But after I do, whenever I say 'look into my eyes,' you're going to look into my eyes immediately, do you understand? It's going to happen before you think about it, and you won't be able to stop yourself."
"Yes..."
"Yes. Now, you will wake up when I snap my fingers... remembering this as a perfectly normal conversation that you feel good about. One, two, three." She snapped her fingers, and Paul blinked.
"*So* good to finally have a chance to really talk with you, Pierre. I do appreciate your candor." Jane stood up, and started walking to the door.
"Um... yes. You too," Paul replied, haltingly. He stood up also, looking around the room.
"Oh, actually, you know, there was one other thing I was curious about," Jane said casually, turning back towards Paul. He raised an eyebrow, but continued looking around as if he'd misplaced something.
Jane stepped back towards him, taking a large, ornate ring out of her handbag, and setting it on the table in front of Paul. He looked at it, as she'd intended.
"Look into my eyes," she said firmly. Paul immediately looked up at her, with an air of surprise.
She leaned forward and tapped the center of his forehead.
All the focus went out of his eyes.
"*Good*. So very good. Deeper... and deeper... and deeper. That's right. And just sit right back down on the couch again, letting me guide your body... that's right." She took his arm and led him back to his seat.
What to do with him now?
Looking at her blank, mindless... completely edible prey, thinking a little like Lily and a little like those websites her roommate liked so much, an idea came to her, and she laughed. Paul continued to stare, expressionlessly, and she laughed more.
Jane reached into her purse and took out three small red squares of paper.
"Now. In a moment, I am going to wake you up again. And you are going to drink my blood, three times."
He didn't so much as breathe quickly at that. He was completely gone.
"As you know, this will bind you to me... forever. With each drink, your emotions will bend more and more towards me, until with the third taste of my blood, I will become the most important thing in the world to you. You know this will happen, but you will be unable to stop yourself, because you must obey me."
"I must obey you..." Paul replied faintly.
"That's right. And Paul, although you know this is a game, you will find that your emotions are responding just like Pierre's. This will help you get into your role. You will forget that I told you this, Paul, but as you tear each of these pieces of paper that represent drinks of my blood, you will *feel* the change in your emotions towards me, no matter what you think you want. Do you understand?"
"Yes..."
"But just to make it extra fun, you're going to start off feeling every bit of annoyance you've ever felt towards me. I'm your nemesis, and you know I have it in for you. You hate me. But you can't stop yourself from drinking my blood, because you must obey me."
"I must obey you..."
"That's right. And your emotions will remember *just* how to respond, but you can forget..." she tapped Paul in the forehead, and his eyes unfocused even more.
"And one, two, three, awake." She snapped her fingers.
"Huh," said Paul.
"I do so love our little chats. I hope you'll consider my offer. And, of course, put in a good word for me with your friends."
Paul shook his head, as if trying to clear the cobwebs. He scowled. "Not very likely. Are we finished here? You are welcome to see yourself out."
"Oh, absolutely." Jane got up and headed towards the door again. Then she turned. "There's just one more thing..." She pointed towards the three squares of red paper on the table. "Take a drink of my blood."
Paul looked at the table, then up at her, the distaste growing even stronger on his face. "Sure, of *course* I'm going to blood-bond myself to you." He picked up one of the squares. "I'd say something here about unpleasant things I'd sooner kiss, but I'm sure you can use your imagination." He tore the square of paper, then looked at it in surprise.
Jane smiled at him. It was *almost* worth losing to her, just to get to see that sexy triumphant grin of hers. Maybe it was just that he had to look at her mouth to avoid looking into her eyes and letting her character get a chance to Dominate him. He wasn't going to let that happen again.
He briefly wondered what it would be like to kiss those lips, but he couldn't imagine a situation in which either of them would actually go for that unle
ss they were both very drunk.
"Now you've had your fun. I trust you'll be going?"
"First, look into my eyes."
His surprised eyes were right there, looking straight into hers. She laughed, held his gaze for a moment, then deliberately looked away, laughing more. "Now take another drink of my blood."
"You've got to be the crazy bitch you've always acted like if you think I'm going to drink this one," Paul said, picking up the second square of red paper. "That would give you just a *bit* too much leverage."
He tore the square, and once again looked down at it in surprise.
"Yes, it would, wouldn't it?" Jane nearly purred.
Pierre began to realize... and Paul began to realize... just how much trouble he was in. He stood up and began backing away.
"You'd better take that last one with you," Jane said. Paul picked up the last red square of paper.
He was backing slowly away from her, and she was advancing on him, stalking him like the sexiest cat he'd ever seen. From somewhere, the image came into his head of her pushing him onto the couch, straddling him, celebrating her victory over his character with a victory over his body. It was an embarrassing image, but even more embarrassing was that it was making him hard.
"Look into my eyes," she said again, and he immediately locked gazes with her. Damn it.
She'd backed him in a circle, and back up against the couch.
"I'm Dominating you. Throw scissors again. Lose to me," Jane said.
Paul's arms moved without him really thinking about them, in time with Jane's as they threw rock-scissors-paper for the challenge. They brought their hands up, but he didn't look. He couldn't look away from her.
"Rock beats scissors," she said. She leaned forward, and he fell onto the couch.
He lay down, as she came forward, and she straddled him.
"Last drink," she said, still holding his gaze, so intensely.
He slowly brought the red square up between them.
"Drink," she said. "You're mine now."
Still looking helplessly into her eyes, he slowly tore the third red square.
And infinitely slowly, knowing he was aching more for it every second, she leaned down to bring her lips right down to his, and kissed him.
The End.
The Flavor of My Neighbor
As Paul was made the turn onto his street he noticed a large moving van parked blocking his drive way. "Well looks like I am getting some new neighbors," he thought out loud.
He parked his car on the street and walked toward his house, looking around a bit at the piles of items laying around the moving van, he tried to get a sense of what type of family he would have next door. As he was reaching his door he saw a young lady coming out of the truck carrying a fairly large box. She looked to be struggling with the size of it, so he went over to help.
"Here, let me take that for you," I said reaching for the box. "My name is Paul, I live next door." As he put one hand under the box to steady it, he reached around with his other hand to grasp the side of it, in doing so his hand brushed lightly on the side of her breast. "Oh, excuse me, I am sorry," Paul said sheepishly.
"Don't worry about it," she said, "accidents happen, by the way, my name is Shelly, nice to meet you Paul."
And so the weekend of helping her move in began for Paul.
They talked and got to know a bit about each other during the two days of unloading the van. Paul found out that she was newly divorced, just 6 months ago, had no children, was starting a new business venture opening a thrift shop and was 29 years old.
Shelly learned that Paul had divorced 6 years ago, he lived alone because his children had grown and moved away, he was a retired business owner, having a small hardware store in town, but still liked to put in a day or two at the store.
Sunday afternoon as they were finally pulling the last of Shelly's belongings from the truck, both sweating from the warm day, Shelly said, "Paul, why don't we take a little break, I made some fresh lemonade last night, let's go inside and relax a bit."
"That sounds like a great idea to me little lady," Paul replied with a smile, "I don't think I've had a glass of lemonade in years."
They went into her house Paul sat down at the table while Shelly walked into the kitchen to get the drinks for them, they continued to chat through the breakfast counter that separated the rooms, Paul watched as Shelly got some glasses from the cupboard and turned to get the ice and lemonade from the fridge. Paul could see her only from her neck to the waist due to the cabinets above the breakfast nook. He was watching very intently as she first put some ice in their glasses, then took a couple pieces and began to rub them over her neck and upper chest letting the coldness refresh her body the melting water trailing down into her shirt.
Watching Shelly, Paul was starting to get aroused, which surprised him because he was never attracted to younger women in the least, but the sight of her breasts rising and falling with her breaths and the ice water running down into her top brought up some very long lost desires.
Shelly tossed the melting ice into the sink, poured their lemonade and brought the glasses to the table, setting Paul's down in front of him their eyes met for an instant, she was quite certain he had the look of desire but pushed the thought out of her mind and sat down in the other chair. As she looked up to speak, once more their eyes lock, his deep blue eyes seemed to penetrate her soul.
"Paul," Shelly finally said, "I can't thank you enough for all your help this weekend, I know I could never have done it alone in just two days."
Paul finally blinked and replied quietly, "Hey little lady, that's what neighbors do, help each other." He squirmed a bit in his chair as he realized that he had just spent the last few minutes picturing her curvy body naked. "One more thing," Paul added, "I have these for you." Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a ring with three keys on it. "The realtor gave them to me in case of any emergency while the house was empty, it's been close to 6 months now."
Shelly reached her hand across the table, as Paul laid the keys into her open hand she closed her hand around his sending a small shock wave thru Paul's body at her touch.
"I think I would really like you to keep them Paul," Shelly said almost whispering. "I am on the last of my prescribed sleeping pills, and they do know me out most nights, especially with the work out of moving lately, I think I would feel safer knowing that, if, there was a problem I could count on you to take care of it for me."
She released her hold on his hand, and Paul put the keys back into his pocket telling her, "well little lady, you can count on me to rescue you."
They finished their lemonade, carrying on with small talk then returned to the van to finally get the last few items removed.
Setting the last box down in the living room, Paul asked, "well this is the last box, is there anything you need help with?"
"Well there is one thing Paul, if you don't mind," Shelly said, "I could really use some help putting my bed and dresser in place, it would be nice to sleep in my own bed and not the sofa tonight."
"Of course." said Paul, "you should get a good night's rest after all of this, lead the way little lady."
Following her down the short hallway Paul's eyes are drawn to the curves of her body, not a big girl, but just curvy with a very well rounded butt, again his arousal surprised him.
"Here we are," Shelly said, "this is my escape reality room."
Looking around Paul noticed that she had already placed most of the furniture, he also noticed that as he looked out the large bedroom window, he could see the window to his home office just a few feet away.
Reaching for the head board that was leaning against the wall, Paul asked, "Where would you like this set up?"
"Right where it is," Shelly responded. "I like to have the bed in the center of the room, I have the furniture where I want it, it's just that the bed and frame are too big and heavy for me to set up alone."
Together they got the bed put together an
d placed where she wanted it. Paul then moved to the dresser, pulled a bit from the wall and asked, "ok now what about this dresser?"
"I want it pretty much where it is, but I need help attaching the mirror." Shelly said.
"Well, I can see why," Paul exclaimed, "this mirror is just as big as the dresser, must be five foot."
When the dresser was put together they pushed it back to the wall and Shelly picked up a large lamp to place on top. "I'm still a big baby," she said as she plugged it the lamp, "this has a night light base, I still can't sleep in total darkness." She turned on the lamp to show him the light glow it put out.
"Well, little lady, if there is nothing else I can help you with, I think I should head home and leave you to your own devises in setting up your sanctuary."
Shelly was setting a box on the bed and asked, "Paul, would you please set that box on the bed for me, I would like to get my things put into the dresser tonight?"
Paul lifted the box she had pointed at and as he carried it to the bed, the bottom popped open spilling clothes on the floor and bed.
"Oh crap!" Paul said , "the bottom fell out." Looking down he noticed that everything that fell was lingerie, bending, he scooped them up and tossed them on the bed.
"Ok Shelly," he said, this is definitely all your to deal with, I will see you tomorrow and we can finish getting the other rooms done."
Paul was heading down the hall as Shelly thanked him for his help, she then walked over and began putting her clothes into the dresser. As she began sorting and putting things away, she came across her sheer black nightgown that she had purchased for her honeymoon, the set included a matching bra and panties with a very short camisole, strange she thought, the panties seem to be missing.
As Paul was walking into his own bedroom he pulled the panties from his pocket, thinking "what am I some crazed old pervert, what possessed me to steal her panties?" Holding them up he could see right through them, his mind imagined how sexy Shelly must have looked in them. Paul laid them on his bed as he undressed for his shower, then a strange urge hit him, he got on his knees, leaned forward over his bed and kissed the crotch of the panties. Taking his shower Paul's mind was on Shelly and her panties, thinking how beautiful her ass would look wearing them, stroking himself, Paul closed his eyes and let this new fantasy fill his mind, soon he was spraying his load along with the water from the shower head. He finished his shower and put on his robe, heading to his office he flipped the light switch planning to look up his favorite porn site on the computer. Walking to the window to let in some fresh evening air he saw Shelly as she walked from her bathroom with a towel over her head, and nothing else. Quickly he turned the light off and closed the curtains. Pulling aside very carefully the end of the curtain, he watched Shelly as she stood naked basking in the glow of the lamp's night light, her back was to him so he had a perfect view of her bare ass, it was even more beautiful than he had imagined, nice and round and still looking quite firm. He was also able to see her reflection in the mirror, "oh my god," he thought, "what a perfect body."