The Speak-easy Lady (part I)
I was in a solitary mood as I sat in the booth at the back of the speak-easy.
I had a hard week and a long day behind me and I was feeling kind of beat. I
sat over my drink and just watched the customers come and go. The bar-man,
whose name I had never got around to learning, left me to myself. He knew
when I wanted to talk and when I didn't.
In the course of the evening a couple of attractive-looking ladies came and
went but I didn't feel like trying to talk to them or pick them up. Then,
rather late-ish a tall, slim and dark woman came in and sat at the bar. She
was dressed in a long, tight black dress that reached down to her ankles. I
couldn't help but think of Morticia, of the TV show The Addams Family, as I
looked at her. She looked around the place as she picked up her drink and
sipped at it. She noticed me looking at her. Her eyes lingered a moment and
then she turned back to the bar.
The light wasn't good where she was sitting and I quickly gave up trying to
work out what she was like under that dress and let my eyes wander a moment
over the other customers. Nothing to get really excited about tonight, I
thought.
As I sat there thinking my solitary thoughts I suddenly realized that the
lady in black was standing at my table. I let my eyes slowly move up her
slender figure and large breasts 'till I reached her eyes. She smiled and
asked if she could join me. I couldn't see any reason to avoid the company of
a beautiful woman so I said yes. She slipped into the booth to sit opposite
me.
The light from the lamp behind me seemed to fall directly on her breasts
pushing out of the top of her dress just as if the light had been placed
there for that purpose. I noticed that she was wearing some sort of precious
stone, I couldn't tell what sort, on a chain around her neck. I couldn't help
thinking that, with her cleavage, if the chain broke that stone might never
be found again.
We started to chat and I have to tell you that her voice was the smoothest,
silkiest voice I have ever heard. It was deep and sounded like velvet dipped
in honey. When she was explaining something it felt just like the world had
smoothed out around me.
After a while she paused, and then reached down to the stone on the chain.
"You see this?", she asked, "Do you know what it is?"
I shook my head. "It's amber", she continued. She moved it so that it caught
the light. I could see that it was transparent, sort of honey-coloured and
had little black flecks of something-or-other in it. I couldn't make out what
something-or-other was. "This is the stuff that they talked about in the
Jurassic Park movie where blood in preserved mosquitos from the time of the
dinosaurs was used to make new dinosaurs". I leaned forward to have a closer
look - not only at the stone, but it also gave me an opportunity to check out
those boobs!
"If you look really closely you can see some little tiny insects in this
piece", she said. I dragged my eyes up from her breasts and looked at the
stone. There were some little flecks that looked like they might have
little tiny legs. She moved the stone again so the light caught it. "Look
really closely. Concentrate on it", she said.
I kept trying to make out what was in the stone and, as I did, she kept
telling me what to look for and to concentrate. Then she told me not to take
my eyes away from the stone. As she said that the rebellious part of me tried
to look up at her face but I couldn't! My eyes seemed stuck looking at the
stone.
She continued telling me look at the stone and then added that I would start
to relax. My mind started to become sort of, well, foggy, or distant. I'm not
sure how to describe it. I could still hear her voice but it seemed a long
way away, and all I could see was the stone with the light shining on it.
I don't know how long she kept this up. It could have been seconds or hours.
I lost track of time completely. And all the while she kept telling me to
keep concentrating on the stone and to relax.
Finally she told me close my eyes. They closed without me even thinking about
it. Then she told me to sit back and relax some more. As I sat back I was
wondering what was happening to me. I didn't realize then that she'd
hypnotised me. Somehow my mind wasn't working well enough for me to work it
out.
She started telling me that I was under her control and that I would do
whatever she told me. Something in me tried to fight what she was doing but
my will-power seemed so far away. I just couldn't resist enough.
Then she told me that she was going to snap her fingers and that I would then
act like I was awake. She snapped her fingers and I sat up. I wanted to ask
her what was going on, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. She told me to
get ready to leave and to pay my tab. I immediately got up, put my jacket on
and went over to the bar to pay. I wanted to say something to the bar-man but
I could only do what I had been told by her.
She guided me out of the bar--I couldn't resist--and into a car. I felt like
I knew what was going on but it was like I was just looking on, like it
wasn't really me that was being controlled.
Once she got in the car she started the engine and told me to close my eyes
and relax. My eyes immediately closed and my head fell forward. "Good", she
said, "just relax, my sweet".
She started driving. I don't know for how long or where to. The car stopped
and she got out, came around and opened the door on my side. "Get out", she
ordered. I stumbled out of the car. She hadn't told me to open my eyes or act
like I was awake this time. She guided my into what I thought must be a
house. I was just like a doll as she guided me in.
She left me standing and I heard her footsteps retreating, fading away. I
wanted to move, to open my eyes, to look around and see where I was, even to
get away, but I couldn't. I couldn't bring myself to move. I needed her to
tell me what to do.
After a time she came back. "Lift up your head and open your eyes", she told
me. Immediately my head came up and my eyes opened. She was standing in front
of me and, although my eyes didn't seem to want to focus, I could make out
that she was now naked. The voyeur in me wanted to look her up and down, to
feast my eyes on what I had earlier decided must be a fabulous figure, but my
eyes wouldn't move.
"Come with me, my love", she said, "We're going to have a little party". She
led me into a large room. I could feel a thick carpet under my shoes. "Take
off your clothes", she said and immediately my hands started taking off my
coat, shirt and tie, and then my shoes, socks, pants and underwear. As I did
so she walked around me, apparently checking me out. "Very nice", she
commented, "We are going to have fun tonight!"
"Now", she said, "on the count of three you will get down on the carpet and
you will be a dog. You will act like a dog and bark and run around playfully.
One. Two. Three."
I got down on my hands and knees and started barking and woofing. I ran
around under the furniture and sniffed at the tables. I could hear her
laughing but I couldn't stop myself. Part of me seemed to be looking on, not
wanting me to do this but I kept doing it anyway. The part of me that was in
control of my body was convinced I was a dog.
"That's enough", she said after a few minutes, "you're no longer a dog. Stand
up now". I stood up. "Now sit down on the chair behind you and relax", she
said, "you're going to go deeper into a trance now. Just listen to my voice
and go deeper. You are under my control and will do whatever I tell you. You
can't resist my control over you. You are going deeper into a trance all the
time, deeper and deeper". And as she spoke it felt like I was sinking into a
sort of soft blackness. I could still hear her, but that was all, my mind was
almost blank.
"Get up now and come and stand in front of me", she told me. I stood up and
went over to where she was sitting. "Now let's see what your cock is really
like. On the count of three", she ordered, "your cock is going to become
stiff and hard. You are going to have the biggest hard-on you've ever had in
your life. One. Two. Three."
I felt my penis getting hard as soon as she said three. It got stiffer and
stiffer until it was almost painfully stiff. I was still standing in front of
her just staring straight ahead. I tried again to move but couldn't. I felt
her hand touching my penis and testicles. My penis felt harder than I'd ever
known it to be.
"Excellent, my sweet", she commented, "You are very well equipped, aren't
you? This is going to be quite a pleasant evening. And you're still
completely under my control. I think I'll leave your cock like that for a
while, maybe I can get to know it more intimately later". Her voice sounded
like she was almost laughing at me.
"Get down on the floor with me", she said as she moved on to the floor.
"Kneel down beside me and rub my shoulders a little".
I got down next to her and my hands started rubbing her shoulders. "Not to
hard", she said. After I while she ordered, "Now let your hands wander down
to my breasts... that's nice, now stroke them lightly". "You were looking at
them earlier this evening. Now you get to touch them", she teased. I couldn't
have not touched them. I couldn't resist her. My hands were now
stroking her breasts. I was starting to feel a little horny, even in my dazed
state, but I still could only do what she said.
"Now let me have a look at that cock again", she commented to herself as she
turned towards me. "Ah, still standing at attention I see. Very good. I'll
get to you shortly!"
"Now lick my nipples, my sweet slave", she ordered. I immediately leaned
forward and started licking first one nipple, then the other. she started
moaning quietly and arching her back.
After a minute or so of this she told me to start stroking her clitoris. One
hand immediately moved down between her legs. She was very wet. I stroked her
clitoris as I had been told. Her moaning became louder and she started
writhing, sometimes pushing her hips forward so that her clitoris pushed hard
against my fingers.
She pushed my hand away from clitoris. "It's time for the main course. Get on
top of me and fuck me, my slave". I immediately got up and positioned myself
over her. My penis was still straining. She opened her legs and I slid into
her. "Now you're going to come only when I tell you", she ordered, "I don't
want you coming too soon and spoiling my fun!"
As I thrusted into her I could feel her hot, soaking pussy wrapped around my
penis. I could feel myself getting more horny and I was starting to enjoying
this, even though part of me wanted to break away, to be back in control
again. I could feel the tension building up inside me and I could feel I was
going to come, but then the feeling got to just where I was about to come and
then it stopped. I wasn't going to come! I was so close. I could feel it!
She looked up at me, smiling. "You feel like you're about to come, don't you,
my horny slave. But you can't, can you?"
"Let's change position", she said. "Let's try it with you behind me. Get up",
she ordered. I immediately slipped my penis out of that so-warm pussy and
stood up. She then stood up and leaned over the dining room table. "Fuck me
some more", she said. I immediately grabbed her hips and guided myself back
in and started thrusting again. After a few seconds she started moaning
again. She changed angle a couple of times. She seemed to like this position
because we stayed in it for a long time. I was starting to feel tired but I
couldn't stop.
Finally she ordered me to stop and then she laid back down on the floor.
"Come lick my clitoris", she ordered. I immediately got done on my hands and
knees between her legs and started licking. "Now stick your tongue inside
me". As I did she started pushing her clitoris and cunt lips against my
mouth. She moaned again.
After a few minutes of this she ordered me on top of her again. My penis had
stayed rock hard all through this. I mounted her and started thrusting again.
She started arching her back, arching it really high. I though that she might
be coming, but I couldn't tell.
"Now, my sweet", she ordered, as she finally stopped moaning and as she
lowered her back down onto the carpet, "It's time for you to come", and, as
she said it, I could feel the orgasm start, the pressure building up and then
the release. I pumped her even harder. "Very good, my slave", she murmured,
almost to herself.
She told me to stop thrusting but to stay inside her. Then, after a few
seconds she ordered me to stand up. She stood up, too, and I felt her hand on
my surprisingly still-erect penis. "You have been very good", she commented.
I didn't know if she was speaking to me or my penis. "Now, on the count of
three your penis will become limp and flaccid again. One. Two. Three.", I
felt the pressure draining out of my penis. She then led me into a bathroom.
"Clean yourself up", she ordered as she left.
After some minutes she returned, fully dressed. and guided me back to where I
had undressed. "Put you clothes back on", she ordered. I quickly dressed
myself and stood up. "Now come with me".
She led me out of the house and back to the car. As I sat down she ordered me
to close my eyes and relax. My eyes shut immediately and my head lolled
forward. She got in her side of the car and we started driving. After a while
she stopped.
She told me to lift my head and open my eyes. "Now, my excellent little
slave. You are going to get out of the car in a moment and you will watch me
drive away. And as I turn the corner you will wake up out of this trance. As
my car disappears around the corner you will wake up completely and you will
remember everything that happened to you... Now get out of the car."
I opened the door and stepped out onto the footpath. She leaned over and
closed the door and then started to drive away. As she reached the corner and
turned it something in me went click and I was able to move again. My mind
was clear again! I started to move down the path towards the corner that she
had just turned and then stopped myself. I looked around. I was back outside
the speak-easy. It was still open. I crossed the road and went back inside.
My mind was reeling a little over what had happened.
I sat at the bar and ordered a drink. I asked the bar-man if he knew the
woman that had been talking to me earlier. He said, no, he'd never seen her
there before. I was thoughtful as I finished my drink and then went home.
I still go to the speak-easy fairly regularly. I haven't seen my dark and
mysterious hypnotist again. I never knew her name. In a way I'd like to meet
her again. In another way I am afraid. But just the memory of what happened
makes me feel very, very horny.
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