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Mephisto and Martha Part 5
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Mephisto and Martha pt 5
Martha's Power Trip!
The Hypnotist, now fully hypnotized himself by Martha's
smouldering eyes and irresistible voice felt the throbbing,
explosive orgasm detonate in Terry's hot box as Martha commanded
him to cum! He felt like every orgasm he had ever experienced
was rolled into this one blessed release! He fainted dead away
as he shot his full load into Terry's Streaming snatch!
Martha felt Terry cumming as the Hypnotist came and
convulsed with pleasure at the same time! Her world was opening
to new vistas of power and control and, as she bounced in
unbridaled passion on Terry's still-working tongue, she knew
that this was the start of something new on the horizons of
domination!
After the three had cum to near exhaustion, Martha decided
to take matters a step farther. Looking at her Rolex, she saw
that there was still another three hours until show time for her
hypnotized Hypnotist.
Looking down at his panting form, she knelt next to him
and, speaking very softly, sent him even deeper under her
hypnotic control. "Listen to me very carefully and sleep deeper
with every word I say. From this moment forward, whenever I
snap my fingers and point at someone, you will hypnotize that
person and bring them to me. You will always return to sleep
when I command you to sleep and you will beg me to hypnotize you
when you awaken." A wicked smile flickered across her stunning
face as he nodded his assent to her commands.
She decided to go even farther. "When you awaken, you will not
remember having been hypnotized this afternoon. You WILL follow
all of my suggestions, but you will have no idea as to WHY you
are doing my bidding, do you understand?" Her smile broadened
as he nodded his acceptance and his memory clouded.
Turning her attentions to the still-hypnotized Terry,
Martha's sultry voice wound its web of control around the pretty
blonde's mind as she spoke, "Terry, I am your friend. You want
to make your friend happy, don't you?"
Terry smiled and murmured softly, "You are my friend. I
want to make you happy." A dreamy smile lit her relaxed face as
Martha continued.
"Than means that you will always do what I ask of you,
doesn't it." It was a statement, not a question. Terry nodded,
halfasleep. "It means that you will fall asleep like you are
now whenever I want you to, doesn't it?" Terry's smile grew as
she nodded almost eagerly. "It also means that you will make
love to me whenever I ask you to, doesn't it?" Terry nodded
again, the sweet taste of Martha's pussy still lingering in her
mouth. "It also means that you will help me to do anything that
I ask of you, doesn't it?"
"I will help you any way I can, Martha. You are my friend
and I want to make you happy." Terry's voice seemed like it was
coming from far away as she spoke, but the conviction of her
belief was unmistakable.
Martha's grin became almost wolf like as she cupped
Terry's firm breast, kneading the hard nipple between her
fingers and watching as Terry's face flushed with a look of
longing. "Remember, Terry, you want to please me, always. You
want to obey and fulfill my wishes. You will always do as I
say!"
Terry, her body aflame with desire let Martha's voice
encircle her, the words becoming an integral part of her
beliefs. She could no more disobey than she could stop her own
heartbeat! Gasping, she breathed, "Yes, Martha, I will always
do as you say! I only want to please you!"
Martha moved over to the table and shifted the strobe-like
machine that the Hypnotist had used on her previously. He had
shown her how it worked, how, if set properly, it would drive
the subject's brainwaves all the way down to the theta level
where suggestions became almost irresistible. She had plans for
this box and for her two slaves as well!
Martha slowly put on her clothing as she continued to
reinforce her control of her two new slaves who now were sitting
up and staring at the captivating light. The Hypnotist would be
her fawning slave the moment he awoke, but only when they were
alone or with Terry. Terry would now do anything to please her
hypnotic Mistress.
She moved past the full length mirror and paused to look
approvingly at herself. Her breasts were too full for the
modelling career she had wanted as a teen, but her perfect face,
full lips and raven hair were of an exotic enough bent that she
made a very good living in her work in television commercials.
Her voice and face were known to thousands of women as the
beauty behind the Unicorn Makeup Line and to thousands of men as
the swim suited goddess of an aftershave campaign. Now they
would learn just how powerful she REALLY was!
Turning off the strobe system, she strode over to the
captivated pair and commanded them to wake, watching with
approval the obsequious manner of the Hypnotist and the total
admiration of the model, Terry.
Terry looked up at Martha and thought to herself how this
was like seeing a long lost friend, one whom she would do
ANYTHING for! Her smile broadened as Martha reached out and
patted Terry's creamy white cheek. "Terry, dear, would you
please tie him to the table for me?" Martha's voice stilled her
heart for a moment, so beautiful it seemed to Terry.
"Of COURSE, Martha, I'd love to tie him up, but don't you
think he will object?" Terry was already moving toward the
table, looping the ropes she found there around the table legs
in preparation for the Hypnotist's body.
Martha smiled a wicked smile as she looked at her former
Master's pleading expression. "No, I don't think he will,"
looking over at the Hypnotist, she merely pointed at the table
and he scrambled to it.
He could feel the need to fall into her hypnotic control
building within him. He knew, deep down, that he HAD to please
her to get her to place him in her wonderful trance and pleaded
as he literally ran to the table and stretched out on it.
"Please, Martha, I'll do anything you want, just PLEASE,
hypnotize me!"
At his words, both women looked at each other and laughed,
Terry all the while looping the strong rope around his wrists
and ankles, spreadeagling him on the cold table top. "Martha,
is this good enough, or should I add more rope to be sure?"
Terry asked after a few minutes of quick work.
Martha moved slowly around the table, trailing one long
fingernail across the naked chest of her former Master as she
examined Terry's handiwork.
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