by Ray Gordon
Chapter Eleven
Waking to find herself alone in bed, Marianne grinned as she stretched her limbs and kicked the quilt to the floor. Wondering how well her slave had slept, she summoned him. 'Barry! Barry, are you there?' She'd have to feign hypnosis should he use the new trigger word and order her to suck his knob, to drink his sperm - but she'd be in control. Things are going to be completely different from now on, she thought happily. 'Barry, where are you?' she called again, deciding to use her word and order him to bring her a cup of tea - and then to bring her to orgasm with his darting tongue.
Opening the door, Barry smiled. 'Hi!' he said as he sat on the edge of the bed. 'I slept on the sofa, I hope you don't mind. I just thought that you could do with a good night's sleep.'
'Oh, I wondered where you'd got to,' she replied, her stomach somersaulting as she thought of ordering her slave to masturbate her to orgasm.
'Alan rang just now; he's coming over.'
'Alan? Oh, Christine's Alan. What's he want?'
'Nothing much, just a chat and... You're not going to do your disappearing act again today, are you?'
'I might go for a walk in the park, I don't know,' she grinned.
As she was about to breathe her word and order her slave to bring her a cup of tea, Barry stood up and moved to the window. Poor thing, she mused. I'll have my tea and then order him to lick between my pussy lips, drink my early-morning come.
'Juxtaposition,' Barry said firmly as he turned to face Marianne.
Stunned, Marianne fell into a hypnotic trance, wondering why he'd not forgotten the word. Her head spinning, she couldn't believe that she'd been taken in by Barry. But why would he run my bath, cook a lovely meal, lick my clitoris to orgasm, and sleep on the sofa? she wondered. What would he gain by running around after her, by treating her as his mistress? Her mind swimming, she listened to his familiar words.
'You'll not go out this morning,' he bellowed. 'First of all Alan's coming over to use your mouth - to fuck your pretty mouth. God knows, I've let him down enough as it is. This afternoon another friend of mine will be visiting us. He's paying me fifty pounds to fuck you. He wants you in the pillory so you'll remain at home today - naked and ready for my clients.'
God, not Alan again, Marianne thought, pondering the inexplicable situation. Lying naked on the bed, her body was once again defenceless, vulnerable. Her stomach sank as she gazed at her master through slitted eyes and thought about the pillory. The happiness she'd felt, the power she'd thought she had over him had all gone. Back to square one!
'OK, get up and wait in the kitchen for Alan,' Barry ordered. 'He wants sucking off, Marianne, so you'll suck him off - and you'll make a good job of it. I don't want to lose Alan; he's a bloody good client.' Her body automatically rising from the bed, she made her way downstairs to the kitchen and sat at the table. Desperately trying to work out what had gone wrong, why Barry had seemed to fall into a genuine hypnotic trance, she sighed. He was hypnotized, she reflected as he filled the kettle. So what's gone wrong?
'Right, I'll bring you out of your trance,' he grinned. 'You'll believe that you're fully clothed, Marianne. When Alan gets here, I'll hypnotize you again and you can earn me some money. Remember, you're fully clothed. Wake up.'
Resting her elbows on the table, it didn't occur to Marianne that she was naked as she decided to try her word again. 'Are you making coffee?' she asked.
'Yes, want some?'
'Mmm, please. Oh, Barry... Time for sex.'
Motionless, Barry seemed to be in a hypnotic trance, but Marianne couldn't be sure. How to test him? she wondered as she stood before him. 'Barry, where do you hide your magazines?' she asked.
'Beneath the floorboards, over there, in the corner,' he replied without hesitation.
'Do you love me?'
'No.'
'Did you ever love me?'
'Yes, I think so.'
'What happened? What went wrong?'
'Christine, she... I've been screwing Christine.'
'What, Alan's wife?' Marianne gasped.
'Yes, I've been screwing her for several weeks.'
'When are you seeing her again?'
'This morning. She's coming round later this morning.'
'So why do you want me to stay in the house? I would have thought you'd want me to go out if she's coming round.'
'I told her about the hypnosis. We're going to have some fun with you, get you to watch us screwing.'
'I can't believe that of Christine! OK, I'll stay in and you can have your fun. But you must forget the word "juxtaposition", Barry. Erase it from your memory. The new word is "delta". Do you understand?'
'"Delta" - yes, I understand.'
'Good, now wake up.'
Barry continued to make the coffee, seemingly unaware of what had happened as Marianne thought about Christine. I'd never have guessed, she mused, picturing Barry's erect penis entering the girl's cunt. Strangely, she felt no jealousy, no sadness. Barry didn't love Marianne any more. And my love for him has gone too, she reflected as the doorbell rang.
'Juxtaposition!' Barry breathed as he left the room. God, it's worked again, Marianne thought, unable to take control of her naked body as Barry led Alan into the kitchen. What the hell's going on with this hypnosis stuff?
'Well, there she is,' Barry laughed. 'Naked, and ready and waiting for you.'
'Good. I haven't got much time so...'
'Given her cunt any more thought? Twenty pounds extra, and her cunt's all yours.'
'I haven't got the time right now. This evening, perhaps.'
'OK. Well, I'll leave you to it. The kitchen's all right, is it? I mean, go up to the bedroom if you want to.'
'She's fine where she is. Sitting down, her mouth's at just the right height to suck me off.'
'Right, well, I've some things to do in the garage. Let yourself out when you've done and I'll see you this evening.'
As Barry left the kitchen and closed the back door behind him, Alan unzipped his trousers and pulled his stiff penis out. 'There we are,' he chuckled. 'All stiff and ready for your hot mouth. Suck it, bitch. Lick me, suck me and swallow my come.'
The situation was incredible, Marianne mused as she engulfed Alan's silky-smooth glans in her mouth. If only Alan knew about Christine and Barry. If only Christine knew about Alan and Marianne. 'Wank me,' Alan ordered as he pushed his knob deeper into her mouth. 'Come on, I haven't got much time.'
Complying, Marianne gripped his solid shaft in her hand and quickly moved it back and forth. Her tongue snaking around his knob, she eagerly awaited his sperm, wondering what Christine would say if she were to see the beautiful coupling. 'Coming!' Alan suddenly gasped. 'Lick, suck... Coming!'
His sperm bathing her tongue, Marianne savoured the male nectar. Her taste buds rousing, her clitoris stirring between her moist cunt lips, she desperately wanted the throbbing penis buried deep within her hot cunt, deep within her bottom-hole, pumping sperm into her bowels.
'Ah, that's good!' Alan breathed, looking down at Marianne's full red lips, taut around his broad shaft. 'Yes, yes... ah, keep licking, bring it all out. Ah, God! Drink from my cock, whore. That's it, suck, lick... ah, swallow my come, drink my sperm!'
Swallowing the jetting come, Marianne closed her eyes, her stomach somersaulting as her clitoris pulsated, craving attention, desperate for orgasm. As Alan's knob slipped out of her mouth, leaving sperm trickling down her chin, she decided to masturbate, to go upstairs and masturbate with her perfume bottle pushed deep into her bowels, the plastic container stretching her vagina wide open.
'That was good,' Alan gloated as he zipped his trousers and left the room. 'I might be back this evening for some more!' he called as he opened the front door. As the door closed, Marianne wondered when Barry would return and bring her out of her trance. She also wondered when Christine was due to come round for sex with Barry. Alan arrives and sperms in my mouth, and then his wife's arriving to fuck Barry - amazing!
Mar
ianne pictured Barry again, his long penis driving into Christine's hot cunt, his sperm jetting, bathing her cervix as they writhed on the floor, locked in their illicit lust. Would the sight arouse her? she wondered as Barry entered the kitchen and ordered Marianne to wake up.
'I've got a funny taste in my mouth,' she said, licking her full lips. 'I wonder what it is.'
'I've no idea,' Barry replied. 'You didn't have your coffee.'
'Oh, thanks,' she smiled as he passed her a cup. 'So, what's happening this morning? Anything interesting?'
'You could say that,' Barry laughed. 'Actually, no, nothing's happening this morning. I'm going to be working in the garage for a while so...'
'Time for sex!'
Again the trigger words had worked. Gazing blankly across the room, Barry leaned on the worktop, his cup of coffee in his hand, his face expressionless. 'Put your coffee cup down and go and get a vibrator from the garage,' Marianne ordered. Obediently leaving the kitchen, Barry returned with a huge vibrator and stood before his naked mistress. Reclining with her buttocks over the edge of the chair, her thighs wide apart, her cunt lips swollen, gaping, Marianne grinned.
'Kneel between my legs and use the vibrator on my clitoris. Make me come, Barry - vibrate my clitoris and finger my cunt and my bum until I come,' she breathed huskily. Taking his position, Barry switched the vibrator on and opened Marianne's sex-groove, exposing her already solid clitoris. Slipping a finger into her tight cunt and another into her hot rectum, he gently pressed the buzzing tip of the vibrator against her come-bud. 'Ah, ah, yes!' Marianne gasped as the sensations transmitted deep into her womb. 'Ah, that's nice. I'm going to get you to attend my pussy whenever I feel the need to come! Ah, that's it! God, that's good! Whenever I want to come, you'll masturbate my clitty, vibrate my little spot and satisfy me.'
Her orgasm quickly building within her quivering pelvis, Marianne opened her legs further, allowing Barry's thrusting fingers deeper penetration. 'Coming!' she wailed as she tossed her head back, her long blonde hair flowing, her cheeks flushed with sex. 'Keep it still! Keep it against my... ah, my beautiful clit!'
Her cunt muscles gripping Barry's fingers like a vice, Marianne shuddered as her climax permeated her trembling body, reaching out and bringing life to every nerve ending. The seismic waves finally subsiding, leaving Marianne panting, shaking violently, she pushed the vibrator away. 'Keep fingering my holes,' she gasped as the ripples of orgasm slowly faded. 'That's nice, keep fingering my wet cunt, my arse.'
Looking down at her hairless pussy lips stretched around Barry's pistoning finger, Marianne grinned. 'You did very well,' she commended him. 'Now take your fingers out of my beautiful holes and drink my come, lap it all up until I'm clean,' she ordered her slave. Leaning forward as he slipped his fingers from her drenched sex-cavern, her hot anal sheath, he pushed his tongue out and cleansed her gaping crack. 'That's it, lick it all up like a dog,' she giggled, watching his tongue sweeping up her inflamed sex-groove.
As Barry worked between her glistening pussy folds, Marianne pondered on the trigger words. Barry seemed to be hypnotized, but why couldn't she erase the word juxtaposition from his memory? And why had Rod been unable to remove it from Marianne's subconscious? Now we've both got trigger words, she laughed inwardly. At least they were now equal - equally using each other. It was a matter of who breathed their word first, she thought, wondering again what time Christine was coming round.
'OK, that's enough,' she instructed. 'Go and put the vibrator back and then stand over there where you were.' Slipping into her minidress, concealing her pinken pussy-slit, Marianne waited for Barry to return. 'Go and stand over there,' she ordered as he entered the kitchen and closed the back door. 'What time's Christine coming round?' she asked.
'Half past nine,' he replied mechanically.
'God, it's quarter past now! Right, wake up,' she instructed as he leaned against the worktop.
Innocently gazing out of the window as Barry sipped his coffee, Marianne's thoughts turned to Christine. How could a girl like Christine, seemingly happily married and, if anything, extremely shy, ever agree to performing with Barry while Marianne watched? You think you know someone, and then you discover that you don't know them at all. The familiar words echoing around her mind, she turned to face Barry.
'I must go out to the garage and see what you've been working on,' she said, wondering at his reaction.
'No, don't go out there. It's a surprise,' he said, checking his watch. 'When did you put your dress on?'
'When? When I got up, why?'
'Er... no reason. Shall we have our coffee in the lounge?'
'Yes, if you want to,' she replied, following him into the hall.
'Time for sex!' she said loudly as they entered the lounge. Standing motionless in his hypnotic trance, Barry gazed at the wall. 'Now then, slave,' Marianne grinned wickedly. 'When you begin your fun with Christine, you'll keep calling her a slut, a tart, a whore and a fucking little bitch. Do you understand?'
'Yes, I understand.'
'When you're fucking her, you'll tell her that she's nowhere near as good a fuck as I am. You'll tell her that my cunt is much tighter than hers, that my tits are bigger, firmer. You'll tell her that I give far better blow jobs than she does. Mind you, according to Alan, she's not into sucking cocks! You'll continually praise my body and condemn hers and be nasty to her. OK, wake up.'
Sitting on the sofa as the doorbell rang, Marianne grinned. Breathing the trigger word and sending her into a trance, Barry left the room and opened the front door. If it works and Barry says all those things to her, that'll be the end of their relationship, she thought happily as she patiently awaited her visitor - patiently awaited the fun and games.
'Well, here she is,' Barry said triumphantly, leading Christine into the room.
'She really is hypnotized, is she?' Christine asked, tossing her long black hair over her shoulder as she gazed at Marianne.
'Yes, really. I told you, I can put her into a trance whenever I want to simply by mentioning the trigger word. Watch, I'll prove it to you. Marianne, lift your dress up and open your legs and show Chris your shaved fanny.'
'Shaved fanny?' Christine echoed. 'Did you shave her?'
'No, she did it herself.'
'Are you sure there's nothing between you two?'
'Yes, of course I'm sure. Our relationship's over.'
Her hands moving automatically, Marianne exposed her naked pouting pussy lips to the astonished girl. Gasping, Christine fell to her knees and scrutinized Marianne's crack, tentatively prodding her hairless girl-lips with her fingertip. Peeling the fleshy sex-cushions apart and peering into her vaginal entrance, she turned to Barry. 'God, I've never touched another girl, ' she giggled. 'I've never seen another girl's pussy, let alone a shaved one.'
'Push your finger into her fanny, you might like it,' Barry laughed.
'I'm not a lesbian, Barry! But I suppose it'll be an experience.'
Marianne felt the girl's finger slip between her swelling cuntal lips and enter her vaginal sheath. Exploring the hot wet depths of Marianne's love-hole, she turned to Barry again, her deep green eyes frowning. 'Will she remember anything afterwards?' she asked, her eyes reflecting her concern. 'I don't want her knowing that I fingered her pussy.'
'No, she'll remember nothing. That's the beauty of it, she won't have a clue.'
'This is amazing,' Christine giggled, slipping her finger out of Marianne's hot hole and wiping it on the girl's dress. 'Wait a minute...' she began as she stood up. 'If you have this amount of control over her... You don't have sex with her, do you, Barry? You said that your relationship with her is over. That is true, isn't it?'
'Yes, of course it is, Chris.'
'You're still going to leave her, as you said you would? I don't want to leave Alan just to find that you...'
'Yes, I'm going to leave her, I promise you! I'm only doing this to show you how the hypnosis works, Chris.'
'You said you wanted
to make love to me while she watched us. Why bother to do that? I mean, what's the point?'
'Just for fun! I thought it might turn you on, having Marianne watch me being unfaithful to her.'
'Well, if you're sure she'll remember nothing about it.'
'I'm not sure, I'm positive! Now, shall I help you out of your clothes, or would you like Marianne to undress you?'
'No, you do it. I told you, I'm not a lesbian.'
'We might as well have her naked, too. Marianne, take your dress off. Now, Christine, my little angel, let me help you out of your skirt and knickers.'
As Marianne stood up and slipped her dress off, she hoped that Christine would ask Barry whose tits he preferred, who had the better figure. Sitting on the sofa again, her rounded breasts in full view, her thighs parted, exposing her girl-crack, she watched the illicit disrobing. Christine's breasts tumbling from her bra cups as Barry removed the garment, her nipples grew, standing proud from the dark discs of her areolae. Her hairy pussy coming into view as Barry peeled her red panties away from her mound, Marianne gazed longingly at the girl's full vaginal lips. God, I'd love to lick her. Christine had a pretty good body, she mused - curvaceous, feminine, lickable. But not nearly as good as Marianne's.
'There, now you're both naked,' Barry chuckled excitedly.
'And what about you?' Christine giggled, tugging at Barry's jeans. 'Come on, clothes off,' she demanded, turning to scrutinize Marianne's naked body, her pert breasts.
'All right, all right,' Barry replied, unbuckling his belt. 'You can't wait for it, can you?'
'No, I can't. I hope you're big and stiff for me.'
'Well, take a look for yourself,' he laughed as he dropped his jeans and shorts, his penis catapulting to attention before the girl's wide eyes. 'Big and stiff enough for you?'
'Oh, yes!' she gasped, dropping to her knees and admiring his organ. 'Well, aren't you going to fuck me?' she asked, reclining on the floor and spreading her slender legs.