I was traveling with a close friend. Rose and I are both (reasonably) happily married, but our pastimes bring us regularly into contact away from our spouses. I found her attractive, and I now know she feels the same about me. In fact, she liked to believe or pretend that our proximity posed a risk in some way. Once she took me aside at a function and very seriously said "This is real hard for me," she had said, looking very demure, "but I want to make sure that we feel the same way."
She went on to say that she was drawn to me, but it would be wrong to let things get out of hand. All the while, her big brown eyes were swimming up and down at me at different times. Naturally, I concurred and reassured her. She looked so shy (and sexy) then that she found her way onto my deeper erotic fantasy channel from that point on. I then realized that she was making much more of our casual contact than I had ever realized. Long drives together were part of our relationship. Rose is an erratic driver in town, easily distracted, and more than once I found myself offering to drive. It was better on the interstate, until an unpleasant surprise arrived. Rose was driving when I had drifted off lightly one afternoon. I felt the car swerve and the wheels crash at high speed onto the shoulder of the road, rudely snapping my semi-conscious self back awake. It wasn't life-threatening, but I said "Damn! Did we make a mistake?" Rose said she was sorry, she had lost her concentration or something.
"Are you worn out? I can drive."
"No," she responded, "I'm fine."
I felt better once more, but I couldn't sleep. I found myself watching her drive through my half-closed eyelids. The wheel was supported by her slender, tapered arms. My gaze next wandered down past her rather small but attractive mouth and chin, down to her bosom. Attractive, and often the subject of a bedtime fantasy or two. My gaze caressed those tempting, tempting bulges, and I began a little daydream…
Then the car gave another tiny, tiny jerk where there shouldn't have been any. My gaze shot back up towards her face. I was about to say something, and then I stopped.
She was staring straight ahead of course, but there was something else in her steady gaze… something – the best I can call it – helpless… Her eyes seemed not to be blinking at all for many many seconds, and as I studied her with rapidly growing interest, I could see that her lids were open wide. She was gazing intently, as if in awe! Things between us were never the same since that day I watched her succumbing so easily to "highway hypnosis!"
Her short, supple hair was jiggling from side to side as she blinked, squinted, and slightly shook her head. She stole a glance toward my "sleeping" form, and I hoped she could not see the gleam of my eye! She looked as if she wanted to wake me, but turned forward again.
I was now keeping a close eye on her. Sure enough, after another ten- mile stretch I noticed her stare again. She was not flicking her gaze around at all, as we all should do when on long drives; the lids were opening wider and I thought I perceived a slight tremble in her forearms… she was clenching the steering wheel tightly… abnormally tightly, I thought.
I began to feel sexual arousal at her display of helplessness. I could now see that her lips were tightly pressed when her tongue came out to lick them. Her eyes never left that vanishing point, and her face soon became still again despite her slight head movement. The breasts were displaying shallow breathing, and I sensed that she felt she was losing a fight to stay awake. The eyelids were drooping shut, blinking slowly over her staring eyes. I couldn't help but watch her, even though I didn't want to die in a fiery crash! She "came back out of it" with a slight lurch and another jerk. I got up. "Sorry…" she said, still blinking too fast.
I knew then what I wanted to do. My entire persona would have to be that of an experienced hypnotist from that point on. The clock told me there were still several driving hours on this untraveled stretch of interstate before we reached the motel.
In my very most quiet but determined voice I murmured "Let's stop a minute to stretch." Usually I put these comments as suggestions… open for discussion as it were… this time I just left it as a quiet demand. "Shut up, Rose." She glanced at me, picking up the difference in my demeanor. "Everything OK?"
"I'm ready to drive. We need to stretch and breathe fresh air. Pull off here."
We soon started jogging, stretching, and reaching for the coffee thermos after she agreed. "Rose," I began, "did you know you were falling asleep?"
She glanced at me hurriedly.
She elaborated, "Oh... yeah, I guess I could have been..." "I can't stand these long drives!"
I replied, "Well, believe it or not, not only am I ready to drive once more, but I also know exactly how to help that!" "You do?"
"I had the worst case of driver's trance ever just a couple years ago," I said, untruthfully. "I'd just… you know…" I said, hoping she'd clue me in.
"Oh, yes!" she assented readily, "it's scary, I just can't seem to stay awake on these long straight roads!"
I carried on with the buildup. "Until it became so easy to stay alert and defensive for really long trips, a good friend taught me how to rechannel." "How?"
"Let's start up again and I'll tell you… wait a minute," I interjected. "Don't drink any coffee yet, just give me a cup please."
"Why?"
"You'll see… it's all related, but you shouldn't have a caffeine buzz for a while. Now you 'passenge' again, and… here, let me adjust the seat. Posture is important."
I leaned in and slid the seat backwards as far as it would go, then adjusted the recliner to tilt slightly back. Soon we were humming along again.
I carried on after we briefly discussed how far we still needed to go. Rose: "You know, if you let me help you like my friend did for me, I think you could be a good highway driver. It's easy, and it'll help the time pass for me if I have a 'project.' What should I say? "Sure, I guess, what did he do?"
"He actually had me just ride along and zonk out," I answered. "Since I was the passenger, there was no more pressure to stay alert. Then I guess it was a little like… " I was intent on her without revealing my interest… "like, a trance or something."
"Like hypnotism?" Her voice was soft. There seemed to be no signs of resistance in her voice!
"Yeah, you know the phrase 'highway hypnosis?' Well, he showed me how it was really true… just like real hypnosis, where your concentration narrows, and you drift off, and nothing matters, and it felt great, like I never wanted to stop, and it got deeper and deeper…"
She does not respond. Her face was not looking at me, and a little glance showed me that she was looking down the road. She appeared to already be experiencing it! I'm glad I wore a loose shirt because otherwise, my growing erection would have been so obvious that everything would have failed! I continued, trying as best I could to pace my voice and smooth out the inflection into a relaxing kind of drone.
"My eyes wanted to look way, way down that highway, way to the horizon," I said, "and it felt like a pull, sort of. You know, a subtle pull that just seems to hold your eyes straight ahead, you know?"
As she began to fall under my control, I could make out a slight nod. "And the road kind of flows under the wheels, and you can feel the rush of the tires as the road pulls you ahead…"
I paused, still no answer.
"But now I'm driving, and there's no pressure or tension and we can explore that feeling, we can get deeper than that, much deeper, and as I drive, you can just let yourself go like I did, and I'll describe it the same way, the same way, and you can help like I did the same way, and there won't be any pressure or tension and we can get deeper."
This time I thought I heard a tiny breathed "OK" from my passenger. Rose was sitting on her lap with her hands resting on the upper surface of her rounded thighs, which were separated from her by a thin summer skirt. I continued, "So I'll tell you what it's like, and you can help me, Rose." "I'll want your help as we go, so here's what to do… Keep your eyes ahead, just like you're driving, but of course I'm driving and you can relax and let everything happen and I'll keep driving you right down the road straight as an arrow, straight… down… the road… and I'll want to describe what to do so you can do it as I describe what you should do…"
I had plans for those hands, those thighs, those lips and those heavy round breasts that seemed not to move at all… yet.
"And the road has helpful signs," I continued, almost in a monotone. "We call them mileposts, and we know they are there to tell us where we are, so the road speeds along and we know where we are, so Rose, without looking away, keeping our eyes way way far ahead far, far out ahead, we'll count those posts, and I learned to count them without looking, because the eyes are held right down the center line, and soon the milepost floats closer, closer and closer, and we just barely perceive it as it flows past the eyes, like one is coming now, but don't watch it, just know that it's floating up closer, closer… and now it's past and we can count it. ONE."
In her seat, she was completely motionless. Although it was way too early, my cock felt strong enough to tear through my shorts. "And soon we'll feel another milepost flow past as we rush right down the middle of the road. Those lane markers are smooth as oil, rushing so quickly that the eye is drawn up and away, up and away, by the steady flow of the line. There are other markers I want you to count. Soon, I'll have you count out loud as your eyes stay fixed. It's okay to stare, to lose yourself down the lines, to lose yourself deeper down the lines, as another marker floats "And Rose you're doing very well, you're giving up to that feeling we have as those lines… never seem to stop, going on and on… rushing and floating on and on so that the eyes are held like magnets like there are magnets in the road holding the eyes so they can't look away, and after the next mile comes… closer and closer, here it comes… THREE…
"I'll have you measure the trance by noticing the small markers that you'll feel, those little sparkling lights that are twinkling past… they mark the tenth-miles, and without any trouble, very easily and concentrating on your eyes held now by the road, you'll count along with me for a while. Here comes the next marker… FOUR… "
"…Annnnnddd… TEN… and now you hear nothing but my voice, see nothing though your heavy eyes can just barely remain open and I will pull you deeper and deeper now Rose and you want it, you want so much to fall deeper and deeper into my hypnotic trance, yes, give up all control to my voice, let it move you, obey everything you hear, Rose."
Her lips were slightly parted as her chin had fallen. Rose had given herself up to my control very rapidly. As she blinked incessantly and sluggishly, her eyelids appeared puffy and swollen. However, every now and then, they would open wide as she tried her best to keep looking straight ahead. "And now we will forget everything, we will bring you completely into total hypnotic control, and you want that more than you've ever wanted anything, more and more you'll find that wonderful feeling of total submission to my voice and my will. And your voice will answer automatically now, as you hear it say the number 'ten.'
"..tennn."—an almost inaudible sigh. "And counting down to twenty," you say. Her submissive soft voice droned, "'llevennn... twelvvve.... " "And keep talking as you comply with my subsequent orders. That's a good girl, 'thirteen…' and each count makes you understand that you want only to submit to everything I say 'fourteen,' that's a good girl, how much you want to feel my control…"
Now her head had fallen sideways against my driver's seat, all her limbs relaxed; one of her hands had slid off her thigh and now rested over the center console, actually held up by the rim of my coffee cup! A very uncomfortable position, even for a sleeping person, but the hand didn't move! it's soft pink palm upturned, the fingers curved ever so naturally as in total relaxed sleep.
"You only take pleasure in being able to comply, submit, and obey me, and my voice and will are irresistible to you now; they've always been irresistible to you." "Let's prove my unbreakable control now, Rose, feels sooo gooood to obey. You will count to one hundred, deepening more and more all the way, and soon you will not be able to remember the correct numbers, no, you will try hard to remember, but you will forget, and you will be surprised to hear that every number has turned into my magic phrase, and that phrase is embedded completely within you and it is: 'I am compelled to obey you, John' and begin counting now, and try to remember all these numbers very well."
The muffled muttering returns. As I stopped the car and pulled over onto the wide shoulder, I yelled, "One, two, three..." "Fourteen, f- fifteen, six… seven… sixteen… uhhhmmm three, four…"
Unbuckling, I took the time now to rearrange my dick, now trying its best to stretch right down my out of my pants leg, feeling the scratchy fabric of my shirt press and rub against the head… ouch!
"three… threeee… "
I leaned closer to her upturned ear now. "Yes, you just can't remember, too hard to remember, the numbers become the commands soon…"
Now I got out of the car and rather confidently walked around to her side. Opened the door and squatted down to view her.
How beautiful it was to be able to feast my eyes anywhere I wished! Her right hand was still resting on the opposite thigh, and her left knee had opened, showing me a little of her inner thigh. I pressed my boner along my own leg and squeezed my thighs together as I stared.
Her breasts were inches from my face as I leaned in to watch her face. Her eyelids now resting on her cheeks, and though her parted lips barely moved, I could hear her hypnotic litany: "I am com…pelled to obey you, John…I am com…pelled to obey you, John…"
Those lips, luscious and parted, obeying my will! I easily imagined them parting just enough to wrap lovingly around my cock, which organ now felt almost painful in its repeated clenchings!
I touched the reclining control and began twisting it slowly backwards. She did not twitch or cease for an instant her mantra, even when I reclined to a point where her head was suddenly free to loll over even further! Quickly I just held it up straighter as I eased her backwards. Now I stood up. Too much traffic roaring by just then to masturbate... But I was very close to having an orgasm! Leaning back in to Rose's chanting. "You will stop now. Breathe fully and deeply. Up rose the bosom, almost to my lips! She sighed and repeated the performance. I sighed in my own ecstasy.
"Now hear and obey me completely, Rose. You can remember the numbers, all the numbers again. While you count to one hundred I will speak to you. Keep counting."
"One, two, three…"
"Count faster as you will feel my touch on your wrists. I am attaching little metal bracelets to your wrists. They are cool little metal bracelets, feel them being attached to your wrists." "Twen, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, and twenty-seven..." I found a couple of rubber bands and lifted one hand. It felt limp and leaden as over her unresisting fingers I slipped one of the bands. As I leaned over to hold the other hand, her breathy voice puffed into my ear: "fordyfive, fordysix, fordyseven…"
I hefted her limp appendage without feeling the slightest response as the latex slipped onto her wrist. I laid the hand down on her thigh. It felt very cool and smooth as I let my hand rest there for a moment.
She was near the fifties now.
"Count very slowly, Rosie," I said, holding my face directly in front of hers. "While you count, enjoy the sound of the "fff"." My lips were almost touching hers now, my eyes were taking in her hypnotic helplessness, my cock was throbbing dangerously, it was poking out of my shorts leg, and the little girl's voice was obeying: "fffiffftyonnnee... fffiffftytwoooo..." My own uncontrollable response was "Uhhhhh..." as I suddenly felt that things had gone too far. Traffic ignores, I hunched down next to her, freeing the first four or five inches of my cock to poke right out into the air. I felt myself swelling, sticking up and out, uppppp and outtt comes the fluid, "uhh!" That small touch was enough to start my uncontrollable reflex. It feels so good to finally let go, so I quietly grunt, picturing the thick cream pouring over her lips as they slide over my heavy heavy cock. the heated shaft pulsing with yet another dribble dripping down between my thighs down to spatter from my heavy, leaden cock onto the ground in thick dribbles and drops now, that hot glow just after the climax begins making me feel dizzy… my head droops with weakness, down… and drops onto her lap!
Oh God! I started back away, but instantly I perceived that even that sudden sensation did not disturb her! as her voice continued: "seventyyytwooooo…"
I must have cried out in some way! Had she really counted that far? Looking down, I saw only a drop or two of my congealing juice had actually spotted my calves or socks… Nothing to clean up with, so I can only flick off the last several upwellings from my creamy cockhead, and sighing, tuck my softening member back into confinement.
She had reached the eighties.
"Rose, my beautiful Rose," I murmured, breath catching in my throat from the tension of the last few minutes, "when your voice reaches ninety I will slowly turn on my magnets. The magnets in the roof of the car are powerful ones. Your wrists are magnetized, and as you hear your voice approach one hundred the magnetic power will become greater and greater… you are completely unable to move your heavy, sleepy arms and wrists, completely unable to move them even the slightest bit by yourself, my magnetic force will pull up and up on your bracelets, up into the air towards the power. Relax and enjoy the sensation as I use magnetic force to control your arms..." Hurrying over to the drivers seat, I took to the road again as I heard "ninetyyy twoooo… ninety threeee…" and, as if she were a marionette tied at the wrists, her dangling, limp arms now jiggled and jerked slightly and, fingers still drooping down, began lifting up off her legs. They made a brief, light contact with the car's roof. "Feels wonderful to be so completely controlled… you know you want much much more, Rose."
There was another deep sigh to my right.
"And now as I count from five to one, the magnets grow weaker, and your heavy arms… so heavy, so limp and soft… will be able to sink deeply down again. 5 – 4 – 3 – 2 – 1, and you sink still deeper."
I now played with her arms, raising and lowering them more rapidly for a few minutes. I could cause them to virtually fly upward and lock onto the roof with an audible thump! When released, they plopped down onto her lap so heavily that I stopped for fear that she would bruise herself!
I ran through more deepening commands, testing her enslavement. I induced temporary deafness and screamed into her ear suddenly, without seeing the slightest response.
Observing a sexy, sleepy smile curl her lips upwards, I told her how calm and peaceful she felt as the highway near us was clear of traffic for at least a mile. I had been slow enough to make it safe when I gave the steering wheel several very sharp tugs and applied the brakes. Not really dangerous, but very startling to any passenger except… the deeply asleep!
Chapter 2
All this fun took up much of the remainder of that afternoon's driving. I worked repeatedly on her open, receptive mind, arranging a number of posthypnotic commands, enhancing the amnesia I wanted to impose, and so on. She willingly repeated all the dogma with what appeared to be almost religious fervor as I repeatedly stressed my unbreakable, irresistible power over her body and mind! I finally whispered, "Rose, wake up now." She opened her eyes. She was intently staring down the highway as she had been earlier, and she shook her head and rubbed her eyes.
"Wow… have I… ahhh… did you…?"
"I'm tired of driving now, and I want to see how you do. Feel good?"