The remainder of that afternoon's driving was consumed by all of this amusement. I worked over and over on her open, yielding mind, arranging several posthypnotic commands, strengthening the amnesia I wished 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 getting sick of driving and want to know how you do. Feel good?"
Oh, my goodness, I feel great! she enthused, stretching as far as the auto would allow. In the distance, I could see her breasts rising. "How good do you feel?"
"Exactly like a turtle!" came the response, followed instantly by a giggle. "I meant, just like a turtle. I don't know why I said 'turtle' when I meant to say 'turtle.'"
I did!
We switched positions once more, and this time I was so confident in my success that I almost immediately fell into a deep afternoon nap. I woke up suddenly. The sunset was passing into evening's quick desert darkness. The car hummed along. I had become aware of a repetitive touch along my arm and left hand. I had been asleep so deeply that I forgot what was going on myself!
"Whzzat? Anything?" I mumbled drowsily, and then I heard a low, crooning murmur from Rose.
"No, I'm fine, everything's fine we have an hour to go, you get some rest, I'm driving fine, go on back to sleep now…"
My right hand felt her fingers pressing warmly into my palm, and I remembered what I had hoped would occur. I snuggled around and feigned sleep. Momentarily things were still, then, over the road hum and engine noise, her low seductive crooning began anew.
My left hand was once more stroked and clasped in a low hiss, "the strong strong hands, mmm..." "Mmm, sooo strong alll over me, all over everywhere… ohhhyess so warm and strong and gentle the fingerssss…" and I heard a quick break in her voice and my forearm was now lifted and my arm laid across the top of her thighs!
As her fingers gently brushed in and out of my palm and pressed the back of my hand down into her lap, where I could feel a deep heat throbbing gently, she said, "I've dreamed about your hands, Johnny." Her voice was low and almost ragged. "Dreamt your hand and fingerrrs were on me, they were everywhere, I had no secrets, Johnny, my darling Johnny, your hands find out all my secretsss so smooth and – and dark, thick, and stronggg... mmmhhhh feel sooo goood I didn't want to, I shouldn't, but I had to, I had to, I had tohadtohadto..." Now her hand with more urgency was sliding my own upturned wrist back and forth along her upper thigh, now and again lifting it up and clasping it against her midriff. As my cock renewed a more urgent throbbing just inches away, my hand sank into the soft flesh of her belly beneath its shirt and was pulled up against the heavy weight of her soft, soft bosoms! Would she cross the line to overt sexuality in this "waking" state? My orders had been just to let herself daydream aloud, without thinking at all about what she was doing or saying, while her waking mind concentrated on driving skills and mental alertness.
Another low murmur followed: "need those hands so much, so strong, ooo stroke me now, sofffftly, sofffftly so you don't wake up darling." "I-I hope you never find out how I need you, Johnny..." I had been concerned about things going too far, and it seemed as if I'd have to try and defuse her, but just then my hand was replaced tenderly in my lap (brushing that monstrous pole that now pronged down my pants leg again!) and I heard rustling noise as she rearranged herself quietly.
Then a muted click and shortly the local public radio station was filling the car with classical sounds.
I stirred.
"Did we get a good night's sleep?" came an entirely different, mischievous voice, as I feigned a large yawn. "I don't know about you, but I'm hungry as we enter town!" "God, how did the driving go?"
"It's so great, John!" she enthused, wriggling with little-girl glee. "I was alert the whole time… it was wonderful! Plants, signs, and road cracks all caught my attention..." I glanced ahead, city traffic was not heavy, and I wanted to test her again, I turned to face her and my left hand crept behind her headrest as she chattered on. Now, as I was reaching over her hair, I said as my fingers suddenly and lightly pressed into her forehead: "Waking trance now."
"…And it was the most, the mmmmm…" her voice sank away in mid-sentence. I was ready to grab the wheel, but she responded perfectly! Her eyes remained opened, and I heard only a small sigh escape her lips.
"Deep deep waking trance, you are again deeply hypnotized as you drive carefully and alertly to our motel. Do you remember the directions?"
"Yes," escaped the answering sigh from the lips set in the placid, blank face of my companion.
"You are responding perfectly to my control. You love, it, you need to feel controlled and dominated, as if you had no will whatsoever.
"Yes," came the instant response.
"You have had many fantasies about me, Rose, I know you have… "
"Yes."
"You may speak more normally from your deep hypnotic state," I instructed. "You like to imagine my strength overpowering you, as I have with my will."
"Yes… I-I mean, yes, I've th-thought that sometimes." I ignored the hesitant tone in her voice. "However, you perceive how gentle my strength is, how you want to trust it, and that it will only control you and never harm you..." "Oh, oh, that is it!" she said, more animatedly now.
"And I have had many male fantasies about you… about your soft, yielding womanhood, Rose."
"You… have… yes. You had some today didn't you?"
The question caught me unawares and I was shortchanged for an answer.
"You know… you felt sexy, I know you did… you do… don't you think I have a sense of smell?" she said, almost giggling! "Your perfume… YOU know… from… from there…" and she became subdued again suddenly. "We're not just soft little sex toys."
My musky odor was now brought back to my attention, and I'm sure I blushed! I'm glad she won't ever remember easily jerking my chain. "Of course you're not, you're strong, a strong woman, and of course your NEEDS are strong, and getting stronger, aren't they?"
She briefly gulped. "Oh, if you only knew…"
"I do know, and we both know now that I can help our fantasies come alive, Rose, come alive… yes you did smell me, you probably smell me right now as I let your senses heighten in intensity…"
"Yes, you smell strong now… but I like the smell… it means… th-that… th-that…"
"Go on, the smell means that I am… what?"
"You're – you're turned on" she dropped to a whisper, and I saw her tongue sweep across her lips. I heard a pleading tone suddenly in her voice. "John… are you sure? Do you believe everything will be okay?" I issued a stern instruction, "Rose, be silent now." I have mastered you so completely, you would forget your own name if I directed you. You can forget, and… you can remember too. Remember Lesson Two now, Rosie. Say Lesson Two."
The response was instantaneous: "Lesson Two. I feel your total control through my entire body and mind. I feel so good when I am under your hypnotic power. I feel dominated and controlled, and I deeply want to feel your power penetrate me."
My cock increased once more as I observed her blank expression as her voice had returned to a robotic tone. "And the other one? About forgetting? What lesson is that about? "Lesson Four. Whenever you kiss me and tap my mind I will instantly become completely ready for my orders. My eyes will open wide and you will see deep inside my mind. Your voice will tell me what to forget, and my mind will obey. I will awaken if you tap my mind three times. "Yes, you see how easily you remember and forget, Rosie, and you make me very excited just now. Continue driving, and give me your right hand."
The point of no return. I set her hand right on my thigh, motivated by my painfully misshaped erection lumping up in the leg of my shorts once more. "It's hot, your hand and fingers feel so sensitive now you can feel everything, it's very exciting to you, your hand is being pulled slowly over, it wants to, you will let go now and I am summoning your hand, Rose. Slide it to the right."
Her breathing caught and became more shallow, her control illusion finally breaking down. She let her fingers creep closer and closer to my crotch, and then..." "Oooohhhh… yesssss…" I heard the faint hiss of pleasure as she finally encountered my tumescence. A split second more she hesitated, then the soft, hot palm slid directly over the fat bulge.
My body responded almost as enthusiastically. The surge was almost frightening, as I felt my asshole pucker shut as my buttocks squeezed themselves together involuntarily.
"You are excited as I am, Rosie," I managed to gasp out. "Just gently explore our fantasy right now, and discuss it..." She said, "It's a nice, nice, big thinggg..." and then slid back toward my bulging eyes. The hand squeezed gently down, and I know she felt the answering clenching of my whole sexual being. "Nice, John, nice, Johnny… Johnny, it feels so tight in there, does it hurt, Johnny? It feels so cramped and tight…"
"It feels just the way you wish it to feel, Rose, just like you love it to feel, but your touch is so exciting to me, I'm sure … I'm aahhh sure you can tell…."
"Oh yes, Johnny, I can feeeellll everythinnnggg… mmmmm, I bet you like to be touched very lightly, don't you, but I like to slide my hand allll over it… mmmm I just felt it jerk hard… is it too much, darling?"
I had about enough self-control left to tell her to stop and park in a parking lot that was empty during the day. I knew this encounter would end soon because my cock was emphatically telling me that my balls had received enough stimulation, thank you! I know that my cock felt both inflamed and trapped by the constricting material that held it bound to lie tightly along my thigh… it so wanted to burst free of its confinement, and she sensed this immediately.
"Does his big thing want to get out? Mmmm?" crooned my willing seductress, her fingertips from both hands free to torment my stalk now. "I'm hypnotized and I'll never ever remember that I'm… I'mmm oooh, I feel your pulse, darling, do you want me to stroke it more? Of course it wants to be strooooked and strooooked over… and over… and overrrrrr…"
I think the whole car must be jerking now to my pulse; getting more heated, I lean forward and my trembling hand finally pulls the pants leg back, scraping the super-sensitive skin of my desperately quivering tube that now pokes well out into the musky atmosphere of the car. Her fingers fluttering and hovering, sampling, it seems, every bump and vein as she murmurs to it:
"Yesss, my darling is getting ready now, ready, so ready, oh, yes, Johnny's going to do it… do ittt…"
I'm ready… there have already been two barely-suppressed spasms that take all my resistance, but that heavy, leaden pulse is just … going… to … going to… I can't hold more than another couple seconds, I barely husk out to my tormentor:
Rose: "It's going to come out, Rose; your fingers are teasing it out; it's the most beautiful perfume, the most delicious creamy treat, you're hungry to have it all; make it fl-fl uhhgmghhh... floww out into your hand; oh, Rose, I love your hand; I can't hold it, can't... um... hollldddddddddddddddd "No, darling, I won't let that big thing hold back any more, it wants to give up to Rose, darling, you are in my hand, Johnny it's big and hot and hard I want it now, I'm going to jiggle you darling, jigglejigglejigglejiggle… oohhh I want to feel it happen… here you come… here… now… now… now… Oh!"
She responds like a little girl as my knees stretch apart and my buttocks thrust my member as far out as it will stretch, and the first little pang of my release opens the floodgates, and then a large thud as her manipulating hand is jerked upright, and the first blast shoots out into her curling hot palm poised at my bulging glans here's another thud as my body tries to launch my shots of semen as an archer launches a long-distance arrow… "ummmmgh!" wrenched from my gut, and then "nnnaaahhh" as now comes the most immense pleasure surge… over and over with subsiding urgency but more tenderness I pour forth my thick, molten cream, flowing out as she jiggles my shaft gently, feeling me subsiding yet still pulsing with life, dying out… dying out, relaxing now…
The roaring of my own blood has shut down all sound, but now I hear her continued murmurs of tender coaxing: "here's a whole cup of thick cream for me darling, right in my hand, are you finished, Johnny? Getting so sleepy now?" Indeed I'm almost comatose with this incredibly strong afterglow, when I see her raise her come-filled palm to her lips.
Her hummingbird's tongue reaches out to touch it, she inhales deeply, then tips her palm towards her, and…
Slll-l-lp-p–pppp!" comes the sound of my essence being suckled in over her pouting lips and… Jesus, the most wrenching, surprising feeling as my nearly spent cock surges again! And a sensation that I can't even put into words comes along with the soft spurt of a few late drops along my knee. except maybe, as if I were passing a large bowel movement through my penis, as if my insides were turned inside out… very nearly pain, and the following ache in my nuts lasted for at least an hour!
I could only manage "mmmh... mmmhhhh" and similar grunts for another minute as I watched her smile and lick her fingers around my member before lifting it from my thigh, still rubbery and firm. Her gentle fingers bestowed the tenderest of little pats as she lifted my shorts out enough to push it back into a position of more comfort. Her saliva-slick fingertips wipe my congealing spunk from my knee, and her willing lips receive the fingers once more. "MMMmm... it's so delicious!" she said, looking at me with some sparkle in her eyes. "Did Rosie make Johnny reallll realll hot?"
"ahhh… ahh God," I croaked, then, gathered myself together and tried to sit up straight.
"Can't you even talk? You almost burst out of your tiny teapot, my goodness, didn't you? Mmmm…"
I held her to me, and we began a deep kiss, so different from the little social pecks we had allowed ourselves in the past! My tongue was pushed into her soft, hot mouth as she eagerly parted her lips, and I tasted my own juices mixed with her saliva. I experienced yet another of those minor, almost painful sexual aftershocks from my groin as our tongues played with each other. I knew that she wanted "absolution" or at least forgetfulness now, she had spelled that out to me in no uncertain terms. In mid-kiss my fingertip now tapped her atop her soft, dark crown. Instantly her tongue stopped its wriggling, and I felt her lower jaw droop away.
Pulling back, her face in my hands, I beheld her eyes. Drooping and heavy-lidded, they were opening slowly wider. Wider. And now they stared up into my own, like a bird must look at a serpent. The white showed all round the dark irises; even under the night glow of the sparse street lamps I could see she was deep.
In my best Bela Lugosi manner I widened my own eyes commandingly and bored my steady gaze right back at her. I intoned, deep as I could:
"Now that I have deeply hypnotized you, my subject, you will obey me. Take a close look at my eyes. Yes, and now I remove and erase forever all waking memory from your open, helpless mind. From the time I placed you in waking trance to now… gone forever, except in your pleasure dreams. You have already forgotten, but you will always be ready to comply with my desires, with my total power over you. Say 'yes, Master.'"
"ehyesss... assssterr..." came from my captive's slack mouth as I turned her face toward me and ordered my slave to continue driving. She pulled out into traffic.
"I will bring you back to quick wakefullness now." Additionally, I lightly tapped her three times on the head. With the smallest start, her voice picked up her dropped thread from a half-hour before:
"…most I've ever driven before without getting sleepy! You know, I owe you a dinner, eh?" and she poked me in my fairly substantial tummy, "a nice big one, I think, no?" she said, chuckling.
Soon we were checking into our fairly luxurious motor lodge. We were of course renting separate rooms, but I did get adjacent ones, and soon found they had a connecting doorway… as we all know, else how else could this fantasy continue?