Classic!!! Great clip and a film many a lad, with a hankering for hypnosis, found thrilling and arousing.
Every man has a weakness. Nathan’s frailty was a woman dressed in silk opera gloves. He blamed Rita Hayworth, after being transfixed by her in Gilda. From then, the majority of his best wanking thoughts involved a woman seducing him wearing gloves.
This private fantasy had never materialized to anything more than a fantasy and so hadn’t been a problem; that is, until red headed Kristy arrived at his office. The new office manager was a tall elegant lady who was maybe ten years older than Nathan and had recently been divorced. She had noticed the supposedly happily married Nathan staring at her slim legs on numerous occasions, and in Nathan’s mind, he thought she was more than just aware her legs got a lot of attention.
One night, she called Nathan in to her office and asked him for a favour. Continue reading
…she whispered for her husband to now look into her eyes. He looked into her eyes, and thought them the most alluring blue eyes he had ever seen. He told her he loved her, as he had done for the 100th time or more, and yet for him, it was the first time professing his love.
She smiled and told him she loved him too, very much. She turned and pressed her back up against his chest, and tipping her head to the side, moved back her long hair to expose the nape of her neck. The sudden stronger scent of her perfume washed over him as he buried his face into the enticed offering. He was aware of her whispering something to him, and was genuinely surprised and excited to find himself with the hardest erection he could ever remember having. He nuzzled and kissed the nape of her neck and moved his arms around her, cupping her breasts in both hands. Her scent, her warmth, her body, her very being filled him with the lust of an urgent young lover. He was vaguely aware of having longed to do this before, and completely unaware that he had done it a hundred times or more.
She guided him back towards to the bed, and there let the silk robe fall to her feet. “Look at my body, the body you crave” she whispered, and for him, her body was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen – his eyes moved over her perfect breasts, her rounded hips, her long legs, her smooth stomach, and golden spun mons. He was hungry for her and quickly removed his boxers, anxious to press his naked body against hers. He felt an ache like he had never felt before, an ache to not only please her but to have her, taste her, breath her in, and make love to her. She clasped his erect member in her hand, and said she loved how hard it was for her.
They lay on the bed, and his hands moved over her naked body in exploration. His fingers probed, his tongued licked, his lips kissed – he was intense in finding new ways to pleasure her, excite her, and feel her response. It was as if he knew intuitively how to excite her, and his confidence grew, as she responded to everything he was doing. When he finally entered her, it was like they were bringing two parts together to form the perfect unison – two notes becoming one sound; each thrust meeting it’s counterpoint deep inside of her, until they reached a simultaneous crescendo.
They lay still, each with that post-coital afterglow, arms loosely wrapped around each other. He knew without a doubt, this was the best sex he had ever had. He couldn’t figure out what exactly made it so intense, but then any other thought other than desiring and pleasing her was such an effort, so difficult, and she was whispering in his ear again, and so he just listened and relaxed…
“sleep now, my darling, just go to sleep, do not think, and when you wake up, you will forget about what we just did. It never happened. Go to sleep, just forget. It never happened.”
She smiled at her husband of 10 years, sleeping like a baby. She was still astonished because every time they made love, even for her, it was if she was having sex with a new lover over and over again. His ardency certainly had not waned since his programming. In fact, they had more sex in these last few months than in the last five years of their marriage. Not only that, he awoke refreshed every morning, and even said he felt better than he had in years. He swore it must be the multivitamin he had started taking, and she smilingly agreed, it must be that. What a difference now from what he had been – lazy and uninterested in sex. At one low point, she had contemplated having an affair but loved her husband too much to be unfaithful.
It had been out of sheer desperation that she had gone to see a therapist to help quell her sexual desires. The therapist had told her that the problem was not with her but with her husband, and offered up the name of a female hypnotist who specialized in sexual behaviour modification. Initially, she had been skeptical, but was ready to try anything, and so had set up an appointment for a consultation. The English female hypnotist was so easy to talk to, that she had found herself opening up to all her sexual frustration with her husband’s lack of interest. The hypnotist had told her that anyone can be hypnotized, even husbands. She was given instructions and a script on how to relax her husband with just speaking softly in a rhythmic and undemanding manner when they went to bed at night. After just a few nights of lying in bed, speaking softly to her husband, instead of him complaining of her chattering, as she suspected he would, he told her she was really helping him go to sleep and so she continued on. After 3 weeks of this, she had followed up with the hypnotist and told her it was definitely working; her husband was falling asleep now as soon as she began whispering, but….
The hypnotist had calmly told her that her husband was now ready for programming. The hypnotist gave her a small vial of perfume and told her it had a secret pheromone chemical, and she should put just one droplet behind each ear whenever she wanted to have sex. She was instructed to put her husband into the usual deep sleepy trance, dab the perfume behind her ear lobes, and while her husband breathed in the perfume, whisper the words:
“I am your Goddess and you are my sex slave. Whatever I ask of you, you will obey, whatever I desire from you, you will give. You are getting harder and harder as you breathe in my perfume, harder and harder as you feel the power of my spell on you. We have but one night only of carnal pleasure before I erase it from your mind, so come to me now for tomorrow I’ll be gone.”
The hypnotist assured her that her husband would become erect and obsessed with her body, fixated on having her, and that because he would always be under the illusion that they were having sex for the first and last time, his desire would remain constant. And, that when all her desires are satisfied, she need only to whisper the words that would immediately put him into a deep sleep.
The first time, she had been afraid that he would know what she was doing, that he would question or ridicule her, but he never did. He always responded the same way, as if it was the first time, as he had tonight.
She rolled over to face her sleeping husband, and felt so much love for him. She surely had the best husband ever now – kind, generous, dependable, and a great lover.
She was thinking her monthly meeting with the hypnotist was coming up soon, and lately she had been wondering what else she might improve on to make her love him even more. But that could wait. Right now, she was tempted to dab on some more perfume, and whisper in her husband’s ear…