06

[Deepening Gallery]

My eyes were closed, but my hazy vision was clearing. My head felt like the rest of my body, like it was waking from a very erotic dream. Music was playing in that dream; there was dancing, kneeling, servicing...

And then there was walking. I looked around to notice nothing but dark surroundings. I was in a mental sub-space, an anchored dream. I looked down to see what I was walking on - a stone walkway. I wasn't even afraid to fall of the path with nothing supporting it - I was content and safe, and urged to move forward by something. The path was leading nowhere until I turned my head, and when I looked forward again, a small building completed the path set forth for me. A sign above the door-less entrance read "Deepening Gallery." Curiosity made my legs pick up the pace as I entered.

Led down a lit corridor, displays come up soon to the left and right, with paintings and sculptures of peculiar kinds. The first to my left was a nude female statue adorning a ruby red ring on her finger, held out in-front of me. I let myself stare a long time and had to resist the urge to kiss that hand before I moved on to see more statues to my right. A man prostrated himself before seated woman; their body language told me what their vaguely sculpted faces couldn't - both enjoyed where they were. Next was a color painting showing a woman from her shoulder blades up to her nose, highlighting her lips with bright red lipstick and a knowing smile. I've seen the Mona Lisa in my lifetime, and this painting left me more curious as the secret directly involved me. The last off to the right was a bust of a woman and her right arm swinging a pendant left and right. What made it move from the stilled arm, I have no idea, but I would've been contented to stare at it were it not for a sensation that told me "you're not done."

I slipped away from the swinging crystal's motion to the end of the hallway. In the very center was a life-like sculpted woman, virtually the same woman as every other sculpture, just much more detailed. You walk up to it and read the sign above - "A woman obeyed." Her eyes blinked and Her fingers snapped. I was frozen in place. The statue's posture changed; one hand on Her hip, the other holding Her chin, She moved in-front of me to consider the statue I'd become. Above me must've been a sign; She read out-loud "A man succumbed." She circled and examined me from head-to-toe, not like a butcher would a slab of meat, but more a craftsman judging his creation. Her creation, I should say. Though I'm stiff, Her judgment whispered in my ear makes me unbelievably hard.

"I like you."

Her face moves to mine closing the distance so Her eyes are the only thing I see.

"One...two...three."

My eyes opened in slits, for real that time. I felt too tired to open them fully. I felt like I was in a bed, under a thin, tented sheet. Before I slip off into sleep again, a hand above the sheet toys with my tip and lips are pressed against my cheek.

"Mistress?" I whisper and moan.

I heard a sexy giggle, followed by Her voices seeing me off to sleep.

"I hope the art lover in you enjoyed my gallery..."

I was pretty sure I went to sleep smiling.

*****

[Healthy Infatuation]

I was back in bed at night when it happened again. The world I interacted with through senses changed. My dimmer switch was lowered again, but the sensations expanded. I entered the space my Mistress wanted me in. My body turned in bed to face her lying next to me. Before I can say anything she pressed a delicate finger to my lips. I kissed it as She smiled at me.

"I know you love where we've gone as I have. But the story isn't over; it's time for you to tell me where we're going."

I looked deep in her eyes and started speaking. I couldn't hear a word I was saying, but Mistress's expression told me I was speaking coherently enough. Her smile deepens, and after a minute's worth of thinking She asks "When's the last time you've indulged yourself in feminine allure? The experience of fantasy of it. Not just admiring beautiful women passing by you, but focusing on one woman, in everything that she is."

I didn't answer. I even unconsciously began to look away from Her as my mind searched for the answer. Before Her, those experiences were really rare. It was hard enough for me to believe this woman came into my life; of all the men She could have had, it made little sense to me why I was chosen.

"This shouldn't be a hard question. But since your thoughts are probably far and few in-between, let me help you..."

She gave me an intense look, a look that made me blink several times. A look that made me harder than I've ever been. Embarrassment filled me; never has a girl done that to me with just a look. You'd think a college health class would be a perfect place to study an erection (something as easy to accomplish as breathing with this girl); the reality looked bleak with how wrong it would look. It didn't help that the desk barely concealed it if you were paying attention (thank heavens most of the class was actually interested), or the friction of the jeans making it harder on me.

I wanted to look back at her, to see that beautiful face again, but that smile of hers scared me. It was like a wicked look that suggested pleasure that would come with a price.

The bell rung and I sighed; All I had to do was look like I was doing something important and wait for the class and teacher to leave so my blood could circulate more freely again. I waited till it got quiet to look up to see the girl staring intensely at me again; both heads jumped in surprise. She lowered her eyes to something, and I knew she saw what I didn't want her to see. I wasn't expecting a smirk for a response, but that didn't make me any less embarrassed. As she walked up to me, I had no idea what I was in for.

"I'm...flattered that you noticed me. And just so you know, you've been noticed too." All I could do is stare at her as if confused while she continued. "I was wondering if you could help me with something. You-" "Anything," I whispered, thinking I spoke softly enough. She stopped, not upset that I interrupted her though. "Very good. You see, I'm a psychology major. I have a major-intensive class in 30 minutes, and I wanted to provide a visual display for my presentation."

I wanted to ask if she always procrastinated like this, but all that came out of me was "What...presentation?"

"The hypnotic qualities of feminine allure."

Since she didn't have the vantage point to see, I let myself react naturally, but spoke, trying to sound normal.

"That's...um..quite a title. What would I be in it?"

She leaned forward as if to showcase her cleavage, which worked, while bringing her index finger forward to my nose.

"Proof," she told me suggestively as she tapped my nose with a red fingernail. I wanted to focus on my nose to hang on to the tingling sensation for as long as possible. She must've known what I was feeling as she raised that finger still near my face upwards so I was looking at her again. "Would you believe with all the forms of hypnosis out there, my professor would be bull-headed enough to say the female form doesn`t officially qualify as hypnotic? How absurd is that? If anything, the female form is probably the first-ever trance-inducing sight on the planet. Before spirals, pendants, or gold pendulums, a woman in all her natural beauty showed how easy concentration was for the male mind. No matter what history says, the sex drive has rendered males the true submissives of the species."

"Let's be honest, we both know the effect I have on you. You couldn't lie to me about it even if you wanted to; the more you'd lie, the longer something on you would get." I felt a hand brush my arousal. I shuttered a little, she chuckled. "I always dress to impress, but you must've noticed how provocative and sexy I look today. Each and every part of me is meant to be eye-catching, too lovely to look away from, and oh so easy to focus on." She moves from the seat next to me to sitting atop my desk, showing me how right she was. "But inquiring minds want to know, what part of me draws you in the most? Could it be the sheer, silver pantyhose, the sandals on my pretty feet? Or the frilly skirt that hints at a view of the 'inner' me? Maybe it's the blouse, so white and clean, so revealing of my cleavage and crystal pendant in the valley. As close as you are, I'm sure you can tell me how much my perfume might tease your senses. Yes, I can definitely see that. You should look to my hands while you're so close, trailing over my body, leading you to wherever I want you to go. And onto my face you go, over my very red lips, dangling crystal earrings, eyes that swallow you whole. I used my eyes to find a suitable subject today, and you responded perfectly. Doesn't that make you feel good?"

I slowly shook my head, as to not disturb the bliss her words brought.

"Then again, maybe allure isn't skin deep. Confidence in one's self and intelligence can be very attractive, and I have both in spades. If I know that I'm smart and irresistible, you'd have to agree with me, wouldn't you?"

She shook her head and now it was my eyes following hers, dragging my head along.

"I realize 'hypnotized' seems as relevant to you as wet is when you're swimming, for if you could see what my feminine allure has done to you now, you'd realize that you are soo very hypnotized by me. And the results of my experiment seem to show that every part of me mesmerized you."

"Now, time might have been lost to your sleepy mind now, but it has flown for me, and we need to be off to class so I can show you off to the disbelievers. But as a reward for helping me today, I want you to close your eyes now. Let your mind see every feminine part of me that enthralled your male mind. Every part that you'd love to caress, to touch, to be touched by. Can you see them all? Even my scent and the strength of my confidence and intelligence. Good. Whenever I snap fingers from both my hands, all those images will flash into your mind and create a flash flood of bliss inside you. I will use this in my presentation, and afterwards if you're a good boy. How does that sound?"

She snapped her fingers in both of my ears, and as advertised the collective imagery moved through my body, creating a near-orgasmic feeling. The fact that I couldn't cross the edge though didn't bother me as much as I might've expected.

I still felt that thrill as I returned to bed with Mistress lying next to me. She shook Her head side-to-side with an amused smile, and tapped me on my nose a few times.

"Such a shame you've kept that to yourself for so long. A girl in health class; I never would have thought that with you. But you've inspired me to take this a little further. What do you think will happen to you once you get to that presentation?

Her crisp snap told me I was bound to find out soon enough.

*****

[Representation of Proof]

A loud sound jolted a surge of images in my head all at the same time, of that girl. That girl that surpassed every fantasy I ever had made into one spectacular creature. I'm about to lose my balance, and yet my body stiffens as I notice something. I've somehow moved to the teacher's desk near the front of the class. It supports me as I wonder when I stood up; the lighting severely changed, as warm sunlight coming in through the windows horizontally became an overhead spotlight.

Once I noticed the girl standing there, my hypnotist, it was all coming into place. She'd gotten me to her class, to use as a guinea pig to sell her teacher on her theory of...of...

What did she call it?

"Feminine Allure." I heard her say, with quite a bit of confidence in her voice. She was addressing someone else; it looked like her teacher who was at the desk. I looked around to see an almost full auditorium of students. That worried me since she had a gentle grip on my arm, which was sure to create another erection the more I thought about it. Worrying about that, I'd missed words exchanged by her and her teacher. Before I could figure out what was going on, she brought her attention back to me.

"So, how do you feel?"

"Uh...g-good."

"Wonderful. And before we begin, let me say thanks for agreeing to be a part of MY presentation." I noticed the emphasis she put to herself, surmising that was the exchange with her teacher. Awfully bold of her, as I don't think any of my teachers would've ever let me get away with that.

When I got to thinking of the word 'presentation,' I envisioned typical stage hypnosis shows filled with lots of embarrassing moments. I must've tensed up a bit physically, because suddenly her other hand was on my shoulder as if ready to relax my fears away.

"Aww, it seems my guest has a little bit of stage fright. As you can tell before, he was very cooperative and willing to do nearly anything I asked. Of course, certain levels of hypnotism can achieve this. Right now, you might be thinking all I did to him was hypnotize him using one of the many known traditional methods, which our professor here thinks is the only way to effectively induce trance. 'Feminine Allure' as a means to hypnotize can't really be feasible. But of course, I'm here to prove my claim and reveal to you naysayers how wrong you are. Right now, I want you to watch my subject's face. Earlier he received a trigger to instantly induce him; the snap of my fingers would allow his mind to all the sexy images I'd shown him before. I'm willing to concede how sexy I look, how I might end-up as an inspiration for many wet-dreams. I'm certainly his right now. Watch his face to know the true effect of those showered in beauty."

To this day I wonder how my face looked when the effect hit me. I'd hazard a guess of one second before the climax of the best blowjob anyone's ever gotten. I'd never felt a tent grow in my pants so quickly, but I couldn't help it. The embodiment of all that was sexy and worthy of worship, and every element that made Her so, quickly flashed through my thoughts.

It felt like I was hard for an eternity. Consciousness slipped in and out of me, to the point where my senses were only aware of significant things. Brief, impossibly heavenly scenes. In one scene, She sat in a loveseat onstage, as I lay against it, Her legs lazily spread against my chest. I rubbed against and kissed them as much as She allowed me. Another time Her breasts are pressed against the back of my head, and I was inspired to describe every girl I've ever desired, and how they compared to Her, which they couldn't. The next scene was still me talking, though it's coming out half-gibberish as She toys with the eraser of a #2 pencil in Her mouth, and my nipples shared in the sensations; I was compelled to focus on her mouth then as she nipped and licked it, erasing rational thoughts. The last scene that comes to mind was me silent, drowsy, and standing next to the desk with Her finger on the top of my head. She sits on the desk and moves me back and forth over and over again, while my feet are rooted in one fixed place. An audience of students, and the teacher who was moved into the crowd away from his own desk, they all look how I felt, blissed out. It felt deeper for me with the direction I'd been given.

"Isn't my little metronome so cute? He moves to the rhythm I set so well, so intent on pleasing me that his stage fright leaves him completely. And as you see him moving back and forth, you might begin moving to my rhythm now. Some of you might've been captivated by the first demonstration, others as by the third or fourth. Now, I'm quite sure there isn't a single set of eyes attached to a brain that isn't accepting of my theory. You've all seen what the sight of me has done to my friend here; knowing I could do the same to all of you boys, girls, professors; take your mind with feminine wiles and nothing else. All this time you've not only watched him, but watched me as well, a gorgeous woman aware of her powers, taking center stage in your minds, in your fantasies, loving how I'm addressing you now like I've addressed him as he fell in my power. If there is anyone who finds that idea in any way unappealing, or if there's someone who still has doubts about my theory, please voice your opinions now."

Silence rang through the lecture hall.

"As I thought, all of you totally believe me, and are incapable of resisting me. You know everything I say is true. Speaking, acting, thinking; such chores those things are for you now. Those things take you away from my mesmerizing rhythm that my sub and I make you a part of. My words and suggestions take your minds back and forth, back and forth, where two directions equal one, deeper and deeper, deeper into the meaning of my words - in summation, obedience. Any who aren't interested in obeying me, speak now and save yourself from My influence."

Complete silence again; crickets could've been present and equally mesmerized.

"Very good. Such a wonderful class I'm in charge of today. Actually a class I'm in charge of for the rest of the semester. You've all proven to me how much you like to sink. As a bit of incentive, and to make sure my influence lasts, I will allow your infatuation with me to become the catalysts that seals my control over you all. My subject will be rewarded with a special gift, and you will focus on me and feel all that he feels. You will dream about his pleasure, and remain obedient in the hopes that one day it could be yours. Doesn't that sound wonderful, my subject?"

I noticed Her voice became huskier and almost primal, as was the look on Her face when She turned me to face Her. I found myself lying on top of the desk, between the desk and my Mistress. I'd heard of girls being wet when aroused, even in my inexperience, it felt like She was as lost in lust as I was with how little friction there was. I'd been ready to release an eternity ago, but found my immediate calling in releasing with my Mistress, and allowed her to take the lead. It couldn't have been a minute later before our mouths and loins screamed triumphantly. The class and everything before had all been forgotten, and the hard surface of the desk became more malleable, and my naked body between sweat-filled sheets was trying to breathe slowly and steadily. The weight of my Mistress on top was immeasurable perfection.

I heard "sleeeeeeeeeeeeep" whispered in my ear, like a silk scarf running its length all over me. I saw Her face before I drifted off, and tried to take that image with me in whatever dreams I'd have.