Don Juan Of Hypnotic Suggestion Ch 02

"Look in my eyes. You are getting sleepy. Close your eyes and sleep, sleep, sleep."

Able to read their reactions better for him to know if they were really hypnotized or just faking it, John decided to try hypnotizing someone he knew already. As luck would have it, he received a call from his big sister's best friend, Miranda. She bought a new computer and wanted him to install it.

Going way back, there was always chemistry between them but with her his sister's best friend and with her 5 years older than he was, they didn't run around with the same people long enough to connect romantically. That's not to say that he wouldn't want to have a sexual and/or romantic relationship with her, it just never happened. Because his sister, Kathy, talks about Miranda a lot, he thinks about her a lot. He wondered if his sister talked to Miranda about him too.

With him knowing a lot about Miranda, he wonder if Miranda knew a lot about him. Having always been attracted to her, and with her being hot, Miranda is blonde, petite, very pretty, and has big tits. Unless she was rich and adored spoiling him with her money, what more would he possibly want in a woman? If he was to choose one woman to spend the rest of his life with, he'd choose Miranda. Only, he knew that she wasn't as interested in him in the sexual way that he was interested in her, ergo the reason why he'd love to hypnotize her to have sex with her. Being that he'd never have the chance to be intimate with her, he could finally experience her sexually by hypnotizing her.

Her computer installation was a simple plug this, play that, and load everything which would leave him plenty of time for hopefully other things. With him alone with her in her apartment and with her presently in between men and with her without a man in her life, this would be the perfect opportunity for him to see if his hypnotism really works by seeing if he could hypnotize Miranda. His big sister's best friend, was his longtime sexual fantasy come through. In the way that she moved, in the way that she talked, and definitely, in the way that she looked, there was just something about her that drove him wild with horniness.

He couldn't help but wonder what she looked like naked. He couldn't help but wonder what if felt like to kiss her, really kiss her, French kiss her. He couldn't help but wonder what she'd feel like in his arms with his horny hands exploring every inch of her hot body. He couldn't help but wonder what it would sound like for her to tell him that she loved him while making love to hiim. Only, none of that would ever happen, that is, unless he was successful in hypnotizing her.

Sexually excited by the prospect of seeing her without her clothes, he couldn't wait to see if he could hypnotize her. Someone he's known nearly all of his life, he couldn't wait to see if he could implant a hypnotic suggestion in her mind for her to voluntarily strip naked. A woman he's not only been sexually attracted to but also has masturbated over a countless number of times while imagining having sex with her, he couldn't wait to know what it felt like to have his wild, wicked, sexual way with her beautiful body. Miranda, Miranda, Miranda, he couldn't wait to be alone with Miranda.

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Excited by the prospect of seeing her again, right on time, he went to her apartment and rang her doorbell.

"Hello? Who is it?"

"It's John," he said from downstairs.

"Come on up John," she said buzzing him in her downstairs front door.

He took the elevator to the 15th floor and rang her bell.

"Hi Miranda," he said as soon as she opened her door. In a calm, calming voice while already giving her the look that Dr. Gordon gave women when hypnotizing them, he asked, "How are you?"

Oh, yeah, especially in the hot way she looked today, he'd definitely do her. He couldn't wait to see if he could hypnotize her. He couldn't wait to see if he could implant a hypnotic suggestion for her to not only voluntarily and willingly strip herself naked but also for her to give him hot sex.

"I'm good," she said in her sweet voice with her already giving him the eye along with her focused attention. "And you?"

Looking so pretty, she was so sexy.

"I'm doing okay," he said as if he was a guru, a yogi, or a totally relaxed monk.

He stepped in her apartment and she closed the door behind him.

"I'm glad you could come on such short notice John," she said leaning in to kiss him on the cheek.

When she leaned into him like that, he imagined her kissing him on the lips. Wishing he had some mistletoe that he could hang over his head, he imagined kissing her. Tempted to turn his head to kiss her on the lips, he didn't want to frighten her by rushing anything too soon. Better to bide his time, he wanted to try hypnotizing her first before making his horny, sexual moves on her.

As soon as she leaned in to kiss him, making him feel light headily vulnerable and woozy, her perfume made him feel as if he was the one being hypnotized. She smelled so amazingly good that he couldn't wait to bask in her naked body to discover where else on her body that she had perfumed herself. He'd love to hypnotize her and to give her a hypnotic suggestion for her to kiss him, really kiss him, and French kiss him while he felt her full C cup breasts and fingered her nipples through her blouse and bra.

Taking his hypnotic suggestions a step further, he'd love to hypnotize her and give her a hypnotic suggestion for her to fall to her knees, unzip him, and take his cock in her mouth. Oh, yeah, putting a gentle hand behind her blonde, pretty head, he'd love to cum in her mouth and watch her swallow his cum. He could only imagine his big sister's best friend blowing him while he fondled her tits and fingered her nipples. Wow, now that's hot.

Only, he knew that his sister, Kathy, wouldn't like the idea of him fooling around with her best friend. If she ever discovered that he not only saw Miranda naked but also had sex with her by hypnotizing her, she'd disown him as a brother. Only, how could she ever find out what he did with Miranda? Surely, she'd never know. Yet, getting way ahead of himself, he didn't even know if he could hypnotize Miranda. Maybe he could hypnotize her but perhaps she'd balk at removing her clothes. With only giving her the power of suggestion, he couldn't make her strip naked, he could only suggest that she should strip naked.

Because she was so short, only 5'3" tall and shorter than the women that he normally dated at 5'7" to 5'10" tall, her tits looked even bigger on her small frame that he wondered if she was a D cup instead of a C cup. She definitely had huge tits. Only much prettier without the thick rimmed glasses and the big nose, she reminded him of Bernadette Rostenkowski, Howard's wife, played by Melissa Rauch on The Big Bang Theory. Yeah, definitely, Miranda was much prettier than her. Moreover, he knew from what his sister told him about Miranda that her big breasts were natural instead of the silicone confections designed by a plastic surgeon in the way that Bernadette's tits were.

He only thought of comparing her to Bernadette because they had blonde hair, short height, and big breasts in common. Thank God Miranda didn't have that high pitched voice that Bernadette uses on the show. Instead she had a sweet, sexy voice, a voice that made him want to obey her every command, especially when he imagined her naked but for her black boots that she was wearing now. Oh, yeah, he could just see her holding a whip and commanding him to do dirty, nasty things to her beautiful, naked, 30-year-old body.

"Don't mention it," he said. "It's my pleasure," he said and, no doubt, he hoped that it would be his pleasure to be intimate with her later.

He was in the habit of not charging friends and family for his computer services when, in actuality, he should be charging friends and family double for the aggravation that they cause him along for the instant service that they demanded.

"The computer arrived yesterday but I wanted to be here with you to see what you did so that maybe I could learn more about computers. I'm not very computer literate and I'd rather ask you questions than having to wait on the phone forever to speak with someone from Bangladesh, India," she said. "I just didn't want to do anything wrong and break something," she said talking with her hands, being that she was a sexy, second generation Italian from Milan in northern Italy.

As if she was the one hypnotizing him, trying not to stare, he's always been mesmerized by the full, proud shape of her big tits that commanded a position as high up on her small frame as his cock was standing straight up in his pants. Perhaps a little of both but either she's wearing a very supportive bra or she's blessed with phenomenal tits that don't sag at all. He hoped the later was more the truth than the former.

Wearing a sexy and revealing outfit, her blouse was scalloped and cut low enough that he could see her long line of cleavage whenever she leaned forward even just a little, and especially when she leaned forward by a lot. Wow! He wondered if she wore that sexy blouse just for him because if she did, he was enjoying the view of her sexy cleavage and the creamy tops of her abundant breasts. He loved tits and with her nipples already making their impressions in her bra and blouse, he especially loved her tits.

With this the first time he's ever been alone with her, if judging her breasts from only her side profile, she had phenomenal breasts. Without her blouse and bra getting in the way, he couldn't wait to see her tits up close and personal. Always his sexual fantasy, he couldn't wait to touch her breasts, feel her breasts, fondle her breasts, and suck her nipples. So very much a part of her, whenever he looked at her, he couldn't help himself from staring at her big tits.

Adding to his curiosity to know what she looked like without her blouse and bra, mesmerizing him and as if further hypnotizing him, the tops of her natural breasts quivered and jiggled with her every movement. My God, there was nothing like dancing tits to give him an erection. Even in his peripheral vision, he could see the movement of her big breasts lightly bouncing. He'd do anything to harness those big boobs with his hands to stop them from jiggling. With the pearl like buttons on her blouse his shiny objects, if she dangled her naked breasts in front of his face with her blouse buttons as her pasties, he'd follow her anywhere.

Noticing her as much as he noticed the computer, she was wearing a short, skirt with her button blouse. Even though her legs were a bit short, they were shapely stems nonetheless. When he thought about her removing them in his horny mind, just four items of clothing, blouse, bra, skirt, and panty, stopped him from seeing her naked body. Naked, naked, naked, he'd love nothing more than to see Miranda naked. Naked, naked, naked, hypnotizing her into believing that she had a losing hand, he'd love to play strip poker with her. He'd even allow her to leave on her black, high stepping boots so long as the rest of her was naked.

With her beautiful long and lush, natural blonde hair cascading down her back as if a golden waterfall and with her wearing makeup, he wondered if she dressed especially for him. Being that it was Saturday and she wasn't going to work, maybe she was dressed for, ready for, wanting, and expecting him to give her sex. Oh, my God, his sexual fantasy come true, he could only hope. Having masturbated over the thoughts of it enough, it's been a longtime sexual fantasy of his to bed his sister's best friend.

Maybe she wanted to seduce him as much as he wanted to seduce her. Maybe this was the start of something good. Maybe with her good looks, blonde hair, blue eyes, and big tits, already mesmerized by her, she'd be the one hypnotizing him. Maybe once he hypnotized her and had his wicked, sexual way with her, he'd want to hypnotize someone else, someone even more beautiful and sexier than Miranda. With so many women at his disposal, he suddenly felt as powerful as a wicked wizard or the only man in a harem of horny, sexually frustrated women.

"Wow, that's a lot of boxes," he said looking at the boxes stacked against the wall in the hall. "I see you bought the XPS, that's Dell's best desktop computer right behind their Alienware computer."

"They have an Alien computer?" With her eyes suddenly as big as her tits, she looked at him agog as if he was talking about Martians and spaceships.

"It's not like how it sounds," he said with a little laugh. His kind of woman with her possessing the perfect, physical qualities that he preferred in a woman, he liked that fact that she was as naively dumb as she was naturally blonde and really busty. "Resplendent with colored lights, a fast chip, and lots of extra RAM, the Alienware is their top of the line computer and is mostly for gaming," he said.

"Oh," she said acting as if she knew what he was talking about but he knew that she didn't have a clue.

"Well, the big box is your computer where all the good stuff resides, mother board, hard drive, sound card, and ram," he said speaking in a slow, calming, and deliberate voice, while using his best hypnotic tone as explained to him on Dr. Gordon's DVD. According to all that he read about hypnosis it wasn't so much what he said but how he said it that mattered more when putting someone in a hypnotic trance.

"I see," she said as if already in a daze.

"This box is your monitor," he said making sure to make solid eye contact with her as if his big, blue eyes were her shiny objects with which to hypnotize him. Without even having to say, "Look in my eyes," she stared in his eyes with her big, blue eyes. Then, with him obviously already tapping into her sub-conscious thought, without even having to say, "You're getting sleepy," he could see that she was when her eyelids were half closed. "Then, you have other boxes for your keyboard and mouse, and speakers. I don't know what this box is," he said lifting the box and shaking it.

"Oh, give me that," she said with an embarrassed laugh. "That's my Victoria Secret's underwear," she said grabbing the box from his hand while turning red after giving him the eye along with a sexy look.

"Oops sorry," he said uttering his words as if he was a golden tongued radio announcer. Then, he paused while giving her his look, the same look that Dr. Gordon gave the subjects that he hypnotized on stage. "Maybe you can model your Victoria Secret's underwear for me later," he said staring deeply in her eyes while giving her a hypnotic suggestion.

As if he was Joel Osteen, in the way that he commanded a room and hypnotized people to reach in their pockets, wallets, and pocketbooks for them to give him more money that he doesn't need, he knew that Miranda was already in his control. Having that hypnotic power over her, at this point, he could suggest anything and she'd obey.

"Maybe I will," she said blankly and without a smile as if she was already hypnotized by him just looking at her and talking to her in that marvelous, hypnotic voice.

Only with her eyes wide open, he was unsure if she was wide awake or already under his spell. He'd love nothing more than for her to model him her Victoria's Secret panties and bras. Once she did that, once she removed her clothes to model him her underwear, he'd be all over her big tits. Touching them, feeling them, and fondling them, he'd love to suck her big nipples that were already making their sexually aroused appearance through her blouse and bra. Damn, if only by the big impressions that her nipples made when pushing through her bra and blouse, he could clearly see that she had big nipples. He imagined that she had the kind of nipples that popped from a bottle like a champagne cork when being removing them from his mouth.

"Let's go through them together so that you can see what I'm doing. Squat down here and help me open the boxes," he said.

Denying him an up skirt view of her panties, he watched her squat down like the lady that she is.

"It's difficult for me to squat with this tight, short skirt without flashing you something you shouldn't see of me," she apologized with a nervous albeit sexually excited laugh while squatting with her knees poised and positioned to the side as if she was riding a horse sidesaddle.

Denying him an up skirt peek of her panty, she appeared to be modestly ill at ease and he wondered if he was already having an effect on her sexually. If judging her sexual arousal by her nipples, unless she was cold, he suspected that he was having an effect on her sexually. More than once she gave him the eye. More than once he returned her seductive look with his. In the way that she was looking at him with lust, the same way that he was looking at her with lust, he wondered if he'd even have to hypnotize someone like her.

Only, he just wanted sex without the bother, trouble, and aggravation of a boyfriend and girlfriend relationship where he'd have to call her on the phone and talk endlessly about nothing and laugh over everything. He just wanted to have sex with her without anyone knowing that he had sex with her. He just wanted to have sex with her without her knowing that he had sex with her and without his sister knowing that he had sex with her best friend. Been there and done that, he wasn't ready to have a love relationship all over again with another clingy and demanding woman. Seemingly too easy, maybe she wouldn't be such a good test model being that there were lots of sexual chemistry between them already.

"You'd be more comfortable with your knees spread," he said giving her that focused stare while not believing that he said that to her.

Even more unbelievable than what he said that to her was when she did what he suggested and opened her legs wider and wider. Oh, my God. Filled with her panties, he couldn't believe his eyes.

"You're right," she said hiking up her short skirt to mid-thigh and spreading her knees as if she was a guy watching a baseball game at the ballpark.

After having known this woman for years and never having seen as much as her bra strap, he couldn't believe that she was deliberately flashing him her shapely, creamy thighs and sheer, nearly see through panties. More than just a quick, little, accidental flash between her legs, with her legs spread wide open and her skirt hiked nearly up to the top of her thighs, he had an uninterrupted view of her panty clad pussy. As further proof that she was hypnotized, definitely, this is something she'd never, ever do if she wasn't hypnotized. As much as he loved staring at her tits, he loved staring at her panties too.

He wondered what else he could suggest. He wondered what else he could make her do. Maybe she'll let him give her a naked massage later. He'd love to see her laying on her stomach naked. Maybe he could hypnotize her to take a shower together. Giving him a full frontal view of her enormous breasts and trimmed, blonde pussy, he'd love to see her standing before him naked. He'd love nothing better than to bang the top of her head against the shower wall while fucking her doggie style.

If he wasn't mesmerized by the huge impressions her big breasts and big nipples made in her bra and blouse before, he was certainly mesmerized by the sight of her panty clad pussy now. With the sheerness of her panty, he could clearly discern her pussy mound, her blonde, trimmed pussy, and her pussy slit along with her camel toe. Who knows, with her already modeling her panties to him now, maybe she'd model her Victoria's Secret underwear for him later? Oh, yeah, as if she was a Victoria's Secret angel without wings, he'd love to watch her model her underwear.

"It's hot in here," she said waving a hand in front of her face while opening and closing the top of her blouse really face.