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by Madison Layle
Description: When Justine Carmichael walked into my office and asked for a master hypnotist to resolve a few fears, I saw my chance and took it. Now that the lovely beauty is entranced, I will introduce her to a scene of erotic mastery where fantasy becomes reality, desires are fulfilled, and domination reigns supreme. But eventually, I'll have to let her go, and I wonder? When the mind control ends, will she willingly become my sex slave forever?
eBook Publisher: Cobblestone Press, 2008
eBookwise Release Date: January 2009
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [42 KB]
Reading time: 22-30 min.
She was a beautiful little thing, a petite blonde with a shy smile, delicious curves, and legs that caught my eye the moment she strolled into my domain. I seldom had visitors here while I worked--never clients. Not here at my home office, which was a refurbished guest house at the back of my property. But I was pleased to see she was right on time.
As I rounded my desk, her gaze dropped from mine to run over me, from head to crotch, with a measuring slowness that stopped me in my tracks.
"Hello," I said into the silence. "Mrs. Carmichael, I presume?"
Her long lashes lifted to reveal a priceless pair of emerald eyes, kind and hopeful. "Yes. Justine Carmichael."
She wore a simple two-piece outfit. The top was a burgundy-colored silk blouse that buttoned up the front and tucked in at the waist. Her hips were encased in a form-hugging skirt that stopped at the knee, a few inches too low for my taste. But the high-heeled pumps were attractive, as were her smooth calves, her well manicured hands, and that flawless skin beneath her diamond stud earrings.
Her hand was soft and cool to the touch. "Thank you so much for agreeing to see me on such short notice."
I would always be willing to see her. In fact, I struggled with the very male urge to drop my gaze below her chin and attempt to see all of her. I secretly envisioned what she'd look like out of that outfit. With a smile, I released her hand. "What can I do for you, today, Mrs. Carmichael?"
"Please, call me Justine. You're my last hope."
That raised one of my eyebrows, which made her smile. She had a nice smile and a way of surprising me. I kept silent and waited for her next move.
"You are a master ... hypnotist, right?"
Ah. So that was what brought her here. It wasn't my day job, but I'd studied the subject, so the title fit, and I was more than willing to play along.
"Yes." My mind conjured up a vision of her entranced and under my complete control. I kept my expression blank, sincere, and void of the excitement that radiated through me at the possibility of such a precious flower falling into my grasp.
She seemed to relax a bit at my affirmative response. "Good. I've done some research on it. I understand it can work to relieve phobias. If you can help me, I'm willing to pay you handsomely for it."
I grinned and gestured toward a couple of chairs situated opposite each other. As she walked ahead of me, I wished for a brief moment that I'd chosen the hardwood flooring for my office instead of the plush carpet. It would've been nice to hear the sexy click of those heels accompanying the sway of her fine ass.
She took her seat, her posture straight, knees together, ankles crossed off to one side. She placed both hands in her lap with fingers interlaced. Prim, proper, with a hint of nerves.
After listening to her tell me about her phobia, which turned out to be a very minor fear of spiders, snakes, and "all things creepy-crawly," I suggested we first see whether she was a good subject for hypnosis.
Her eyes lit up with excitement, but she hesitated a second. "Is it true that an entranced person can't be forced to do something against their will?"
I understood her question, but I kept my answer on topic and didn't dare delve into anything of a sexual nature. "Yes. That's true, but, as you've already admitted, you have a conscious will to want to overcome your fears. So if you can be hypnotized, I believe you can ... accomplish your goal with the proper conditioning." I hid any sign--in expression or tone--of the excitement I felt at the thought of what I could do if she could be hypnotized.
Relief shone in her gaze, so I asked, "Ready to give it a try?" My heart and lungs paused in anticipation of her response.