This is the 3rd chapter of a story between an inevitable encounter between Russ Comer, a free-lance author and technical writer, and his next door neighbor Linda. To fully appreciate the flow of this story, I recommend reading the 1st two Chapters of "Hypno-Tryst."
As always, I take full blame for all errors and omissions in it's content...
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Since I'd been entranced (literally) by my next door neighbor for the past couple of weeks, against my will, I'd been trying to put together a plan to turn the tables on her, and regain some sense of dignity for myself. My good friend Lennie, who now practiced the 'dark art' of psychiatry in some clinic uptown, had been so kind as to give me considerable information on the parts and processes of hypnotism along with a light contraption of dubious value. I left him thinking that I was working on a writing project for a client, but readers of this story know better.
After my latest humiliation, I spent the rest of the evening, well into the early morning hours doing research on the package that Lennie had passed on to me, and I was beginning to feel like I'd gotten a 'pig in a poke.' The process of inducing hypnosis on any subject by having them observe a series of flashing lights had been largely discredited, despite occasional reports of young adolescents tripping out on certain animations that displayed a calliope of flashing colors.
Waking up early the next morning, I made it a mission to find out all I could about the 'system' that Lennie had loaned me. I already knew my way around all the internet search engines because of the nature of my work, and I used this knowledge to find out everything that had ever been printed online about hypnosis.
Much of what I discovered was pure crap, but I slowly began to discover more obscure algorithms of rhythmic flashing lights that were purported to induce a form of 'instant' hypnotic induction. The major problem I had was time, and the lack of a suitable laboratory to test them in. I began to scour the internet more thoroughly than I'd ever done before, and I finally began to find a preponderance of evidence pointing to one particular system of subtle flashing lights, demonstrating a nearly 88% success rate in suitable subjects.
By the time I'd absorbed the content of this obscure but in-depth article on the 'instant induction' technique, it was very late into Thursday night, and I had little time to set up the system on my flat screen for my 'guest' the following evening. I was getting a bit groggy by the time I'd programmed the new algorithm into the device that Lennie had given me, and hooked it up to my entertainment system. I'd just managed to test the on/off switch before I had to give it up and go to sleep. I didn't have a great deal of confidence in my research, or my handiwork, but it was the best I could do in the time I had left.
Waking up late that Friday, I found myself unable to concentrate on anything but the drama that would unfold late that afternoon, when Linda would be coming by to view her program on my TV. I also could not erase the images of her manipulation of me and my body the previous Wednesday night. The sight of her smooth, white, silky breasts; and the feel of my cock pushing up between them was blinding me to anything I'd planned on accomplishing today, and her scent was still lingering throughout my house, keeping my cock on high alert!
Thinking about what I might be doing later that evening, I refrained from the incredible urge I had to masturbate to those images. But that effort was beginning to take its toll on me by the time that Linda knocked on my door that afternoon. I could barely control my emotions when I opened the door and let her into my house.
As usual she was wearing a very brief pair of denim shorts, and a short-sleeved blouse which she had left unbuttoned at the bottom, and tied just beneath her breasts. It was easy to imagine that she had no bra on under the blouse. I was too quickly finding myself coming under her influence again, and we had yet to approach the 'battle-ground.'
Sweaty hands, erect cock, (carefully concealed under my shorts), and the realization that I was crossing a very dangerous line that afternoon was beginning to make me a bit fearful of what I was planning for that night.
Figuring that I had nothing further to lose, I left Linda on the usual sofa in front of the TV, and retired to my den. I was determined however, not to enter the entertainment area until I was certain that her program had finished, and that the induction program had ample time to do its work with her; if in fact it did work. Certainly, if it didn't, I'd be subjected to the same rather humiliating sexual gymnastics as her previous visits had imposed upon me. Nonetheless, I spent an incredibly long time in my den that evening, sporting an almost painful boner.
Eventually, gathering my courage about me, I quietly approached the entertainment area to see if my scheme had actually worked, or if Linda had completed her TV show and departed. Peeking carefully through the doorway, I saw her sitting upright on the couch, apparently still watching the television, although her program had finished nearly an hour before.
Softly stepping closer to the couch, I noticed that she seemed to be looking 'through' the screen, rather than at it. My heart began to pound in my chest, and I was suddenly aware of my heartbeat in my temples as I moved closer to her. The lights were still softly blinking out the series of rhythmic pulses that I'd programmed, so the first thing I did was to turn the system off. As instructed by the brochure included with the system, I immediately addressed her by name, and instructed her to focus her entire consciousness on my voice, and only my voice. At the sound of my voice, she turned her head towards me, and softly answered, 'Yes...'
Watching her respond to my directions, I became encouraged to take things to the next stage. I instructed her to stand and face me, arms at her side, so I could closely examine her face to make sure that she wasn't pulling some kind of scam on me.
Standing before me now, I had to marvel at her clean, simple beauty. I almost forgot the incredible 'captivating' episodes that she had involved me in these past several days. Soft blonde hair, bright blue eyes, flawless skin, full sensual lips, perfectly proportioned body and that soft, sensual scent that I'd come to associate with her presence, gave me even more reason to envy the thug to whom she was married.
But, I quickly remembered, it was she that had crossed the line when she invaded my solitude and toyed with my sexual emotions! If things went as I now imagined they might, my payback would be total and quite enjoyable, if not for her, certainly for me.
Moving around her figure I took in every detail of her body that I could, leaning in briefly at her back to inhale the scent of her at the crook of her neck. As I did so, she sighed briefly, and I observed goose-bumps rising on the upper part of her arm. The effect this was having on me was getting a bit intense, and I knew that I had to do something soon to relieve the pressure that was building up in my groin.
Assuring her with my voice that I was her friend, master and guardian, I suggested to her that she might be a bit overdressed for the high temperature in the room, and that I'd help her get more comfortable. To that suggestion she simply replied, "Yes...thank you..."
Carefully, not having had any real experience in hypnosis or induction, I reached out and began unbuttoning her blouse, expecting her to lash out at me any moment, exposing my stupidity to my shame. But surprisingly, nothing happened. As I continued to unbutton her blouse, she remained absolutely calm and composed, watching my face with intent confidence. Finally, untying the knot beneath her breasts, I opened the blouse to my view. I sucked in my breath, despite having seen her breasts before, as once again I was presented with these flawless tits, remembering her ordering me to slide my cock between them until I came just days before.
I reached out to fondle them, weighing each one in my hands, finally taking her nipples between thumb and forefingers, twisting them slightly until she trembled. My cock was still stiff as an iron pole and demanding more attention that I'd been giving it 'til now.
Bending over slightly, I took her right nipple in my mouth and began sucking on it, exacting a satisfying moan from Linda. Continuing my exploration, I licked my way across her chest to her left nipple, sucking on that one as well, and then nibbling on it until she once again moaned. Having her under my control was beginning to become intoxicating to me, and I wanted this to last as long as possible.
Stepping back from her, I reached down to unbutton her denim shorts. Once I'd done that without protest, I slowly slid them over her hips, and down to her ankles. Again stepping back, I had to admire the sight before me. Now half-naked, her beautiful tits topped an equally shapely and beautiful set of smooth, long legs, ending in the sweet delta between them, covered now only by a powder blue thong that revealed, rather than concealed the treasure beneath. Moving closer to her, I hooked my fingers into the strings on each side of her hips, and slid the thong down to her ankles as well.
On one knee, I was now at face level with her neatly trimmed pubic hair, which did not quite cover the lips of her pussy. A natural blond, I chuckled to myself. Absolutely lovely! I noted that her pussy lips were slightly swollen, and already quite damp with her juices. Inhaling deeply, I caught the subtle musky scent of her treasure, which coupled with the now familiar scent of her perfume was having an intense effect on me.
Emboldened by her lack of protest, I stood up once more and moved behind her, beginning to slowly caress her neck and shoulders with my hands, then replacing them with my lips, nibbling her earlobes and along the crook of her neck. Moving my hands slowly down the sides of her arms, I gently massaged her limbs, sliding down to her fingertips. Then, drawing my hands back up her sides, and then to her tits, I began massaging her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers once again. I loved the sound of her moaning beneath my hands, and I wanted to hear her again.