If you haven't read the prior instalments please do so. This will make much more sense if you do.
I appreciate reader comments and constructive criticism, but this is a work of fiction, so please just enjoy it as such without worrying about the technical feasibility.
Bobbi:
What a strange dream I had last night. God it was hot. Chad had always been a target of sexual fantasy for me, but this dream had been so vivid I could still feel him sucking on my nipples. I can't believe what a slut I had been for him. As I took my shower, I started to get aroused thinking about my dream. I slowly rubbed my soapy hands over my body, making me even more horny. As I caressed myself, I started to think of other boys I had dated, and the sexy things we did together. The ringing phone brought me out of my reverie and I rushed out to answer it. It was Joe calling from overseas. He apologized for not calling more often, but with the time difference and the work schedule, he said Sunday morning was likely the only time we would get to talk. We had a nice chat but I didn't tell him anything about my dream or my thoughts about my old boyfriends. I knew that he wouldn't understand and it would probably just make him mad.
When I hung up the phone, I finished drying my hair, while my mind returned to my memories and fantasies of young boyfriends. By the time I was done, I was so horny that I knew I had to take care of myself or I wasn't going to get anything done today. I pulled my favorite vibrator out of the nightstand and started to slide it over my sensitive skin and around my pussy lips. Soon I was on the verge of orgasm but for some reason I just couldn't get over the top. Even though I tried all my best tricks, whenever I reached my peak, I would just pass it without coming. I had never been more frustrated in my life. While I was struggling with this, thoughts of Ryan drifted into my head. The more I struggled to come, the more I thought that if I just had Ryan here, He could help me. Yes. Ryan could help me come. Finally after almost 45 minutes of stimulation, I gave up and got dressed.
Every nerve in my body craved sexual release, but there seemed to be nothing I could do about it. This was almost torture. That was it! I knew I'd had feelings like this before. Joe must have hypnotized me during our phone call and was teasing me long distance. That bastard. Here I was going crazy with lust and he was half a world away. I figured that he was just toying with me and that he would soon call back and we would have some phone sex. He had teased me about geeky Ryan, so that was why I was thinking of him. But as I thought of him, I realized that Ryan wasn't geeky any more. He was hot. Why wasn't Joe calling back to release me. I was starting to go crazy with lust.
By lunch time I was a basket case. I had changed into a loose tank top and open leg shorts, with nothing underneath. I was wandering aimlessly around the apartment thinking sexy thoughts and teasing myself without ever feeling release. Why didn't Joe phone back. What if he couldn't call back and I had to go to work like this tomorrow. I would have to call in sick. I couldn't possibly go another day like this. I would go absolutely insane. Thoughts of Ryan kept passing through my mind. Ryan could help me. How could I get Ryan to help me?
I had just flopped down on the couch in frustration when there was a knock at the door. I didn't think about what I was, or rather wasn't, wearing, I just went to the door and answered it. There stood Ryan, holding a Sunday paper. When he saw how I was dressed, his eyes nearly popped out of his head.
"We got an extra this morning. I thought you might like to read it" He said.
"Thanks" I said as I took it and he started to turn away. Then on impulse: "Wait. Do you have time to come in and help me with something?" I asked.
"Sure. No problem" he said with a smile.
Somehow I knew that Joe had let me down and that Ryan would be able to get me out of this mess. I grabbed his hand. It took all my self control not to take that hand and shove it down my pants, but I led him to the kitchen and we sat down facing each other. I saw that Ryan was devouring me with his eyes, so I leaned forward a bit so he could see more of my tits. I wanted, no I needed, to turn Ryan on. I gathered my thoughts and told Ryan what I thought had happened to me. I asked him if he might be able to help me. He just sat there with a strange smile on his face and listened. We went on the computer and did a bit of research to see if there was some way to undo what Joe had done.
"I don't think I can completely undo what Joe has done" he said, "but I may be able to change it or add to it to help you cope. I will have to hypnotize you to do that, but I don't think I know enough to be able to put you in a trance in your agitated and excited state. Does Joe have a code, something they call a trigger phrase, that he uses when he puts you under?"
"Yes. Yes. He told me once. It's "sleep Bobby baby". Do you think it will work?" I asked.
"It might. Let's try." The last thing I heard him say was:
"OK. Here goes."
Ryan
I almost swallowed my tongue when Bobbi answered the door. She looked like a wild woman. He hair was a tangled mass and she was half naked in a tank top and shorts. I had never seen a sexier sight and I got an instant boner. I offered her the Sunday paper as I had planned and started to turn away, thinking that my plan was not working, when she invited me in. When we sat down, she leaned forward and I could see right down her top almost to her nipples. It took her a few minutes to tell me what was going on and to ask for my help. We went to her computer and I surfed to a few websites I had been to during my initial research, and then pronounced that I might be able to help. When I suggested that I would have to hypnotize her, I expected her to refuse, but she readily agreed and even provided me with her trigger.
"OK. Here goes. Sleep Bobbi baby" I said, and watched her go under.
I felt like a kid in a candy store. The first thing I did was to reinforce that she would see me as a hot young stud who she would enjoy having sex with. The next thing I did was to start the process of making her mad at Joe for putting her in this position. I fixed it so her anger would increase as her sexual frustration increased. I then installed a strong instruction that she would not tell anyone about her situation, and if Joe called she would act completely natural and not discuss it with him. She would only realize after they hung up that he had not returned her to normal. I repeated these suggestions several times and had her repeat them back to me each time, until I was sure they were well programmed. The last thing I did was to suggest that whenever I said the word "Amplio", her conscious mind would not register that I had said anything, but she would feel even more horny and sexually frustrated than she already felt. I told her that her conscious mind would not recall those commands or what we had discussed so far.
I then started to work on the parts I wanted her to remember.
"Bobbi. Are you able to bring yourself to orgasm?" I asked, knowing full well that she couldn't.
"No" she replied quietly
"Bobbi. Is that because there is a hypnotic suggestion preventing you from making yourself come?"
"Yes"
"Bobbi. You are frustrated and you want to be able to come, is that correct?"
"Yes"
"Since you cannot come yourself, I will help you. I want you to think back to a time when you had your biggest and best orgasm. Have you got that?"
"Yes"
"Think of that orgasm, and the feelings you had. Whenever you hear me say the word "Liberatio" You will experience an orgasm as good and as strong as that best orgasm of your life. The only way you can have that orgasm is by hearing me say "Liberatio". This will work whether I say it to you in person, or on the telephone. do you understand?"
"Yes. I understand"
Now to make it so she could go to work through the day.
"Bobbi. I want you to visualize yourself in a big swimming pool. I want you to start to think of your sexual excitement as water in that pool. The more excited you become, the more water there is in the pool. The wetter the water makes you the hornier you get. Whenever I make you come, the water drains from the pool but then it starts to fill up again, and you get wet, horny, again. Can you see that Bobbi?"
"Yes. Water in a pool"
"OK now I want you to see a wall in the middle of the pool. A clear wall like the side of the aquarium at Sea World. It divides the pool in half across the middle. Can you see that?"
