Mr. Neighbor, Dr. Jones
Chapter 2
by GlassO
CHAPTER 2
Samantha watched Richard walk down her dark driveway. She loaned him a flashlight, which honestly, he should have known to bring one in the first place. She thanked him for returning her casserole dish and once again, reassured him that having a wet dream after falling asleep during his hypnosis session, was a perfectly normal occurrence and that he had nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed about. She also praised him for being such an exceptionally gifted hypnotic subject. This statement was absolutely true. Richard took to hypnosis so naturally, perhaps fueled by his erotic attraction, that it was wonderfully easy to edit his memories to suit her purposes. And to place some delightfully sneaky post-hypnotic suggestions in his pliable, squishy brain.
She thought about how easy it was to make him forget what she wanted him to forget, and to remember what she wanted him to remember. He’d remember his intense attraction to her, but forget about pounding her doggy style in the hot tub. In his mind, that would just be an insistent fantasy he’d conjured. She felt his cum leak out of her a little under her robe and it gave Samantha a little thrill. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been fucked like that. Such intensity. Such neediness. She felt... terribly desired. Samantha was not aware that she was absent-mindedly feeling her nipple under her robe as she recalled the evening. She closed the door and walked back inside.
She went to the bathroom and undressed. There was indeed a small trail of Richard’s semen running down her leg. She rubbed it in a bit with her fingers and swirled it over her clit. Samantha caught herself in the mirror and took pause. Still beautiful, she thought. A bit older, a bit heavier, but she was still very desirable. Richard made that very clear. She thought about his strong hands on her hips. There were still marks there where he’d gripped her. That cock. That wonderfully thick and youthful cock that yearned for her. Impaling her over and over again. She lost track of her orgasms. At one point she felt like perhaps she’d lost control of the situation, that she was so cock drunk that she would not be able to exert her hypnotic control over Richard. She could not think of the words she was going to say to drop him back into trance should the need arise.
Fortunately, her post hypnotic suggestion took hold of him after he came inside of her. He’d placed a hand on the back of her neck and with a mighty grunt he pushed himself into her as deeply as possible as his cock twitched inside of her. She was grateful to be living in such an isolated area. He was rather loud. This display of passion put her over the edge once more and she moaned and bucked back at him. Then she felt his hands lose their grip on her and he grew still.
Samantha looked back at Richard. He was still embedded inside her but his hands dangled loosely by his sides. His face was soft and dreamy and his eyes began to flutter close. It took her a moment to remember that she’d placed a trigger in him that would drop him back into a deep trance whenever he’d have an orgasm in her presence. She unimpaled herself from him, turned around and watched his features go slack. His eyes had closed completely now and he could see them fluttering as his trance deepened. His glistening cock was softening, as if it were entering trance along with him.
She sat back down in the hot tub, just watching him stand before her for a moment. This beautiful young man, so absolutely enamored by her. So helpless against her charms. Such a sincere lust he had for her. Samantha thought about the sneaky glances she’d taken when he’d come over a few weeks back. That persistent erection she’d given him. It made her feel... so desired. An object of lust. That’s when she decided to set this plan in motion. And, good heavens, it worked so much better than she ever could have dreamed. Her mind raced thinking about where she was going to take this next.
“Richard,” she said, “Listen to me very carefully, remaining deep in trance, listening to my words and focusing on my voice...”
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I was grateful for the flashlight for 2 reasons. First, I was kind of an idiot for not bringing one in the first place. I mean, I’ve got a light on my phone, but really, not the same as an actual flashlight for navigating a long, dark driveway. Secondly, it gave me another excuse to visit Dr. Jones when I’d have to return it.
Not going to lie; this was one of the most erotic experiences of my entire life. Having a wet dream in front of this hot woman, who happened to be the subject of said dream, who had just hypnotized me, it’s kinda like fantasy overload. I imagined that she’d hypnotized me to actually have the wet dream, that it was her sexual fantasy as well to make me her sexual plaything, oh god I was getting hard again just thinking about that. It had gotten quite cold, so I was grateful I had these fresh-from-dryer clothes keeping me nice and toasty.
It was nice she’d had a spare swimsuit (I mean, I suppose every jacuzzi owner keeps some around, right?) so we could have another soak together. Getting to see that great ass and those tits again. I have to admit I had more impure thoughts and was grateful again for the bubbly water hiding my erection. God, she was so easy to talk to. I mean, that makes sense, she’s a therapist, that’s her job. I hope I didn’t bore her, or make my lust too obvious. What would she think about a kid less than half her age lusting after her, just wanting to push her swimsuit to the side and entering her, oh christ now I was really fucking hard. Definitely gonna stroke myself to her tonight.
Thankfully Mom and Dad had already gone to bed by the time I got home, which was good, since it meant I didn’t have to explain why it was past midnight for one, and also why I didn’t have to hide my erect cock.
I beelined to my room, got undressed and got under the covers. The sheets were cozy under the blankets. My hand reached down for my cock. I couldn’t remember the last time I was so hard.
It didn’t even occur to me to find some porn on my phone. My thoughts were so laser focused on Dr. Jones. I spit into my hand and began to stroke myself slowly as I concocted this fantasy: I imagined myself at Dr. Jones’ house again. I came up with a pretext to see her. Hypnotherapy for my studies. To help me get more focused. She agrees and lets me in. We go to her study and I lay down on the chaise lounge. She’s dressed more professionally this time. A skirt and a blazer. The skirt’s just a little too short. Rides up her thigh as she sits near me. I sneak a glance and I think she catches me. There’s a slight smirk on her face but she’s not offended.
She tells me she’s going to hypnotize me again. She tells me it will be easier this time since she’s hypnotized me before. Every time she hypnotizes me it becomes easier and easier to go into trace for her. Those are the words she uses. “Going into trance FOR HER” Not just going into trance, but specifically “for her.” Like she has a hold on me. Or I’m her property.
She holds up a pocket watch (I know, cliche, right?) and begins to swing it very slowly in front of me. She tells me to focus on the watch as it swings back and forth. She tells me that my eyes will get very heavy, and that my body will start to get very heavy as I go under for her. She tells me I’m getting sleepy. She tells me I cannot resist her. She tells me I am falling under power. I am helpless. I must obey. She tells me to obey. I say, “I obey.”
And here’s the thing. I actually said that. Not just in my fantasy, but out loud. I said “I obey” in a hypnotized voice and I felt this wave of pleasure rush through me. I also felt the other things I was fantasizing about. My eyes and my body were getting very heavy and I started to feel “trancey”. I wanted to keep stroking my cock, but my hands were getting so heavy and so tired that I just let them flop to my sides. My whole body was so incredibly relaxed... well everything except my cock. It was straining against the sheets. I wanted to touch it so badly. I wanted to stroke it, but I just couldn’t muster the strength. And I felt so wonderfully tingly all over. It occurred to me then that I might have actually put myself into a trance! That my fantasy was so vivid, that I had actually hypnotized myself! Rather than fight it, I decided to just keep playing out the fantasy in my head.
She tells me, “Good boy.” in that sultry voice of hers and I felt another jolt of pleasure sweep through my body. Like I’m turned on by the fact that I’m her good obedient boy. She commands me to stand up and get undressed for her and I do. I imagine my eyes gazing straight forward like a sleep walker and not a moment’s hesitation in obeying her commands. My body is no longer under my control. I cannot resist. I can only obey.
She gently handles my cock. “I wish you’d told me how hard I make you, Richard,” she says. “It makes a girl feel wanted. Do you want me Richard?”
“Yes,” I reply. Both in the fantasy and in the real world.
“Would you do anything I command, Richard?”
“Yes.”
“Good boy.” she says as she releases my cock.
She gets undressed in front of me. Her body is exactly the way I imagined it when I had my wet dream on her couch. I want to touch her but I cannot move. I can only stare. I feel my cock pulse with desire. I want her so badly. I want my hands on her, my mouth on her, my cock inside her. But I’m helpless. I can only do as she commands.
She stands right before me. Inches from me. This is torture. She wraps a hand around the back of my neck and leans in and gives me a passionate kiss while grasping my cock with her other hand. I’m able to kiss her back, but I’m still unable to move. My cock is tingling like mad. My whole body is tingling.
She walks past me and lays down on the chaise lounge.
“Turn around, Richard.”
I obey. She has her legs dangling over the edge of the lounge and spread wide. Her pussy is glistening with moisture. I notice it is mostly unshaven. Generally in my porn (and in my girlfriends) I prefer the clean shaven look. I’m able to process that it’s weird that in this fantasy I’ve given her a significant tuft of pubic hair. I suppose it’s because somewhere in my mind I can rationalize that a woman from her generation probably doesn’t shave like the girls of today.
“Put your tongue on me, Richard,” she says. “Make me come and then you may come.”
I don’t respond, but just kneel before her, like a goddess. I wrap my arms under her legs and get to work on eating her out. Such an underrated pleasure. Going down on a woman. Their scent, their taste, the feel of it all... truly it is divine. As I lap at her, it occurs to me I should finger her as well. I find it odd I have the ability to make decisions like this, but there’s a voice in the back of my mind telling me to make her come. It is my purpose.
I feel her getting close. She is squirming and moaning. Oddly this seems familiar. Like I’ve made her come before. As she gets closer, I can feel myself getting closer. My whole body is tingling, and there is an electric current that’s starting to run up and down the length of my cock. At last she releases. I feel her pussy clench on my fingers as she moans and grabs my hair. At that moment the electric current in my cock sparks intensely, and I feel myself come uncontrollably. In the fantasy, I’m coming on the lounger, but in reality, I’m releasing right into my sheets. Long ropes of cum that just keep coming and coming. I’m starting to moan out loud.
“Good boy, good boy,” she says to me as she’s starting to come down. I look up from her pussy. I’m sure my face is soaking wet. Our eyes meet and she waves her fingers downward.
“And sleep for me Richard. Deep sleep.”
In the fantasy my eyes close and my face falls forward into her pussy. In the real world I feel myself falling similarly into an irresistible sleep. I try to fight it, I want to clean up, but I’m unable to. I fall helplessly into sleep at her command, just like in my fantasy.
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Samantha lay in bed thinking about Richard. By now he’d probably gone to bed and fallen into the hypnotic trap she’d laid out for him. How she would have loved to have witnessed his surrender; to see his confusion as he hypnotized himself to have another intense orgasm. She wondered what his fantasies were. She couldn’t wait to hear about them. Already she was anticipating his sheepish admission about how he fantasized about her. How he fantasized about being hypnotized by her. And how he found that he felt strangely compelled to tell her these fantasies. She shivered thinking about the control she had over him. Taking all his power. How helpless he was against her will. She reached into her nightstand drawer and took out her vibrator as she imagined an enthralled Richard standing by the side of bed, helpless to do anything but watch.