Metronome-Condition

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-Part 2-

As Donna's gaze shifts to me from the now stilled metered sway of the metronome. "Wow, Steven I feel like I just woke up from a long nap. Can we have a Metronome relaxation session again tomorrow? With an impish smile and a positive nod from me, it is set for the next day. Seeing Donna's reaction to the accidental hypnosis, it is time to see what else it is capable of. As the work day comes to a close I hurry home, grab some leftover chicken from last night's dinner and a coffee, then into my office. Opening the packet that came with the CD, as I remembered there is only a quick start.

How to set up the metronome / CD combination, but at the bottom of the paper is a website to get source information. The web site is a college level written thesis that the technique is based on, Meta-Analysis of Interactive Metronome Training: Altering personality disorders. Reading through it covered information on how hypnosis helps with weight, and smoking, through controlled hypnotic suggestions. Within it was also a hint of other possibilities to go further with personal control issues. Following the source materials attached to that one and each website after, they led to many other interesting uses.

Thoughts of Donna undressing after yesterday's off hand comment about it being warm, helped to motivate my driving deeper into the internet. The why it works, the how it affects the mind, and the ability to make adjustments to personality. It felt like I was back in college, taking notes as if working on my own thesis where sources needed to be tracked back to confirm the conclusions. This fueled my thoughts of Donna, standing there, those beautiful tits and ass bared before me. It has been two years since I had been in the same room with a naked woman. I had no idea what I was doing yesterday, but now I will be better prepared. I finally fell into bed well after midnight, my mind reeling with the rush of information and desire.

In the morning those possibilities caused a battle of moral ethics and personal perversions. Being able to have someone strip with only an off handed suggestion, the perversions side was winning the battle. Grabbing coffee and an English muffin, I head off to work. A short drive and I find myself in my parking space and rushing through the building's glass doors. Strolling through like a man on a mission I pass Donna's desk with barely a perfunctory good morning as I steamed into my office. Reaching my desk I drop the CD on my desktop and my mind finally catches up with me. Poking my head back out the door I see Donna was just staring at me with an open mouth at my abrupt rush through. Flashing as broad a smile as I could, and in an exaggerated happy voice almost singing, "Gooood Morninggg, Donna!"

Startled by the drastic change from the norm she just stares at me, still open mouthed. I take that moment to my advantage and look at that wonderful package of curves of hers, until she finally responds with her own, "Good morning Steven." Which makes me smile even wider, before I let out a "Woohoo", and duck back into my office. My mind playfully runs scenarios of how I so want to drive my face between those massive tits and just motorboat my way into her sexually wet shores. As I glide around my desk brimming happily with knowing that they are well within my possibilities, I flop into my seat.

A few moments later, Donna taps on the door frame as she comes in with her iPad in hand and says, "Someone is feeling chipper this morning." I cast a massive smile that any Cheshire cat would have been jealous of as I let my mind see through the outer wrapping to what I desire beneath. It threw her off enough that she didn't notice that my eye contact dropped to take in the full package and back again without being noticed. Only this time as my eyes come back up I realize I see some rare cleavage. A couple of buttons are undone, showing that flash of mounded skin. There is a lot of nervous energy coursing through me, but I tell her, "Everything is great. Woke up filled with happy thoughts. I think sharing the relaxing technique with you was very helpful." She smiles at that and says I found it very refreshing also."

Once the morning business rituals were out of the way and Donna made her way back to her desk, there was plenty of free time to think about anything but work. For one thing, yes I am very happy, yesterday did revitalize my sexual ambitions. I still miss Tonya, but using work to drown everything else out isn't going to work anymore. Now my sexual needs have resurfaced. I want and very much need to utilize them, and my dear Tonya, thank you for giving me the way. Donna's full frontal yesterday, let me admire a mature woman's body, and even gave me the chance to breathe in her womanly essence as I was able to play with those curves of hers. It awoke what was buried with my Tonya.

Last night's fantasies fueled many of my thoughts this morning also. Donna swayed to some unheard music as she slowly stripped down, before crawling naked to me. Her breast sways as she with each movement, her ass high in the air as she stares wantonly at me as I sit before her. Reaching me she nuzzles my knees further apart with her face as her hands come up my legs reaching for my package. Her hands find my zipper and with a naughty girl smile.

Donna raps on the door twice before entering, startling me out of my day dream. I think she enjoys doing that to me. With a smile of her own she says, "Lunch time! Do you want to eat, or relax first? Hopefully I am not looking at her with a feral, hungry look as I ask, "You want me to turn on the metronome again, don't you?" Her smile broadens. Mine matches hers as I say, "Then close the door and have a seat, so we can see if we can repeat that lovely relaxation feeling as much this time around."

Setting her ever present iPad on my desk she pulls the chair forward and sits. Spinning my chair around I touch the metronome setting the hypnotic swaying arm into motion. Spinning back before the shiny silver weighted medallion could catch my gaze, knowing all too well how easy it is to befall the effect of the swaying motion and the metered tick at the end of each stroke. According to the websites, stating the subject's name and the use of a commanding voice should increase receptivity for productive response and relaxation. For altering personality disorders give a reason it needs to change, Not only makes them want to, but it gives them a reason that the subject can point to as to why the subject will want to obey the change.

Watching the anticipation bloom across Donna's face as her smile broadens with each of the metronome's ticks as the medallion's path swings from one side, tick, to the other, tick. As she watches the shiny medallion swing it reflects a quick flash from the light of the lamp as it reaches its zenith with each swing. I smile at my willing Donna. With a click the CD starts to spin. The whirl of the CD spinning up to speed, changes quickly to the light, dreamy vocal mantra coming from the CD, magnifying the hypnotic state as it combines with the motion of the metronome. I watch the tension melt from her face as her eyes lose that normally very focused appearance as we work together. Donna's upper body begins a very slight matching sway matching the metronome's arm as it swings back, tick, and forth, tick. Her high eyebrows, and smile has also relaxed. The sparkle has left her eyes, as she stares past me following the metronome's silver medallion's swaying path.

"Donna, can you hear me?" I ask. Her response of that soft yes so familiar from yesterday's session is enough for me. With a grin I say, "Donna, you will do what I tell you!" Donna's response of that same half asleep voice of yes made my groin twitch with excitement. I want to jump up and down and scream with excitement, but even with the door closed that would not be wise. It is hard to contain myself as I say, "Donna I want you to stand and remove your shirt." Her hands move and the buttons start to pop free of the restraining button holes. My eyes bulge as I watch the shirt spread open as each button springs free.

A black lace bra starts to emerge from beneath. It looks like it is struggling to contain her nicely endowed breast. It has to be at least a bra size too small for the job it has been entrusted with. She needs a more substantial bra, but this one since it is slightly too small, pushes her breast up as if it were a push up bra, allowing her breasts to bulge up and over the top. The effect works wonders for her cleavage, but I doubt it will last the day without bursting wide open. Then a thought about what I said yesterday pops in my head, so I ask, "Why are you wearing such a small bra?" She stops with only two buttons left holding her shirt together, and responds with, "I am beautiful. So I want to wear beautiful clothes. This is the only beautiful bra I have."

"Donna, you will desire me from now on to undress you when we are alone, and relaxing like this!" Her simple response of yes, has me leaping out of my chair and rushing over to her. As I reach her I fumble the last of her buttons apart and start to spread her shirt open wide as I say, "Donna take a deep breath and throw your shoulders back." Standing slightly to the side of her so she can still see the metronome, I reach up to slide her shirt off her shoulders as she complies. Her bra is stretched to the limit. Her breast shifts slightly showing just the edge of her nipples. The exaggerated extra push outward as her lungs inflate, pushes her lace covered breasts forward, almost touching my shoulder. Her shirt falls free of her arms, as I lean my head down to kiss her cresting bosom that is closest to me. My kiss lingers as I take a deep breath of my own. Her scent is intoxicating. A clean scent with just a hint of perfume fills my lungs. Has it been that long since I have been with a woman that I don't want to move, but stay with my face touching her soft, smooth, breast? There are so many things I want to do with her today, but right now, I can not think of anything better than staying right here within her mounding flesh.

Suddenly I am snapped out of my blissful revelry, by the explosive snap of the two fragile hooks trying to contain these lovely mounds. Her chest explodes up and out, until gravity takes its toll, as they are pulled slightly downward. My hands instinctively reach up to catch her bra as it starts to fall away, but no fear of that, as the straps are trapped by her arms. Dangling slightly away from her breast as her nipples finally emerge from the lace casing that tried so valiantly to restrain them.

Letting my hands slowly trace their way around her breast, they slide up her shoulders then back down to where the straps still hang on her arms. Taking them with a gentle tug the straps pull free and are delicately lowered until her bra dangles from my fingertips. Placing it on the chair behind her with her shirt, I step up behind, and slide my hands just barely touching her back. I am surprised that a shiver runs up her spine as goosebumps become slightly visible by the action. Her body is reacting to the light stimulation even though her facial appearance doesn't seem to notice it is happening.

My pants are being strained as my mind runs rampant with the multiple possibilities of what is next. Being a tit man as I always have been, there is only one choice as my arms wrap around her until they find those hanging masterpieces of her femininity. Squeezing them and molding them to my ever increasing enjoyment. My arms pull her body tight against me. My pants tent even more as the action pushes my bulge up against her ass as my fingers surround her nipples. As a soft moan escapes Donna's lips, I am brought back to who this is I am sexually taking advantage of.

Reflexively my hands start to pull away, as thoughts of, I am doing this to my friend, an intricate part of my work life, and she was my wife's best friend. My head sinks to her shoulder and that lovely clean smell, with that light perfume fills me with a sexual hunger. My lips caress her bare shoulder. That delicious moan fills the air again. Kissing and nibbling her further up her shoulder to her neck as the moans grow more frequent and in intensity. Igniting my urges that had been repressed for too long, and overriding all of the moral complexities that try to flood in.

Pulling on her firm, puckered nipples from behind, my hands mold her breasts as my fingers squeeze and stretch her nipples outward. The moans flow almost continuously from the nipple play as I nibble her neck and ears. My cock pressing firmly against both sets of pants was forcefully urging me on. Not being able to take it any more I reach down and undo her pants and push both the panties and pants downward. Now my cock encased in just my pants press firmly against her bare ass, as one hand pulls mercilessly on a nipple as the other hand's fingers slide between the moistening folds between her legs.

With great difficulty, I released my grip on her and said, "Donna, bend over the desk!" As she does my pants are undone and slide down my legs. My cock no longer restrained by the zippered cloth separating us is allowed finally to spring up, and out. All this time I am staring at my long time friend and confidant as she now supports herself on my desk using her forearms. I never thought of her this way, but my cock would call me a blind idiot for all of the lost time if it could. Her naked flesh only inches from me. Her body a white that obviously has been forever shielded from the sun. Well formed padded butt cheeks stare back at me. Her hips wide, but then slims as it merges with her back. Not a truly trim, fit, waist, but a very pleasing curve that promises a good grip, for pulling her ass back to me, allowing my balls to slap against that soft, mature body.

My shoes kick free, allowing the briefs, and pants off from around my shoes as Donna spreads her legs slightly as she settles into position. Lowering herself against the desk so her ass seems to raise up. Finally clear of my own clothes, I place my hands on that glorious ass that I haven't taken my eyes off since she bent forward. My hands settle on her curves. As my grip tightens her cheeks spread enough for her brown eye to wink at me and then with a little more pressure, her folds beneath show themselves. Bending, my tongue reaches out to lick the moisture that had accumulated from my earlier manipulations of her folds.

Standing upright closes the small gap between us as my cock rubs against one cheek, and then slides to the other. A bit of drool falls from my lips as my cock dips slightly in the rift between, and then rises up again as it rides up and onto her other butt cheek. A light line of pre-cum that is already starting to leak out marks the trail between the two mounds. Seeing the line causes my mind to stretch beyond the sexually charged fantasies that have run rampant since yesterday. Is she on birth control? The tick from the metronome seems so loud. I should use a condom. Tick, I can't bareback her. She would know for sure if my spunk was dripping out of her afterward. Tick, I want to fuck her, Tick.

Shit! Now what? My cock keeps urging me to slide in between those puffy folds. The need is there. It has been so long since I have been with a woman. I aim my cock to dip low between her legs, so it nestles against the outer folds, but not into her. I stay still for a moment and then push my groin against her ass, causing my cock to run the distance over the moist folds. Pulling back I watch as my cock re-emerges, the top is moist from her very wet mound. My heart is racing as my cock throbs it's urgency to drive deep inside and fuck her without caring.

My cautionary thoughts are thrown aside, as my physical needs take over. I slam my cock back through again, trying but not wanting to keep it along the outer path. The moist, warmth of those outer folds slowly spread apart allowing more of my cock to be covered by her womanly juices. I start grunting as her own moaning increases in volume. The intoxicating smell of her perfume, combined with the growing smell of sex, drives the sexual tension to a peak. Then just like a teenager's first time, with one last thrust my load shoots prematurely, blasting a path out from between her legs, to splatter against the front of my desk.

I let the breath I must have been holding release in a gasp, as the following ropes of cum pump out onto the front of the desk and down to the floor, as I remain tightly pressed against her ass. My cock slowly deflates as I step back from my Donna. My Donna. There has always been a strong friendship, best pals type of relationship with her. It started with her bond with Tonya, and as it grew between them it also grew between us. The sexual need had always been ignored, like between besties, you just don't think of the other that way. Until one day, you do.

I finally look on in disgust with myself for making such a mess of this, I say, "Donna, step back from the desk." She complies in a slow movement of stepping back and lifting herself up off the desk with her arms. As she does, her iPad that was trapped beneath her body clatters to the floor and lands partially within the small puddle of cum that has dripped down from the desk. I sexual excitement quickly replaces with what the fuck is going to go wrong next. What a mess. "Donna, get dressed."

Picking up the iPad I watch as the small glob clinging to it starts to slide. Quickly grabbing some tissue from one of the drawers in my desk, I try to wipe it off the best I can. Placing it back on top of the desk I grab more tissue to wipe off the desk and floor. Finally done to the best that can be done with just tissue paper, I turn back to Donna. She just stands there with her pants on, and her bra is in place, but her hands are unable to fasten it.

Stepping behind her I looked at the fasteners, to find that when the bra gave way, the two valiant hooks had straightened out flat. "Donna, let go of the bra and stand still." As she does, I grab the now dangling ends and look to see what can be done. Taking one of the hooks I try to bend it back into position and only succeed in snapping it at the tortured bend. Standing there in a panic I noticed that the CD had stopped meaning that the only noise now was the ticking of the metronome. I grab her shirt and pull it onto her, letting the bra kind of drape against her breast as I button up her shirt.

With all the buttons to the top done up I finish dressing myself then sit in my chair. "Donna, You are relaxed and will wake up remembering nothing of undressing or being bent over the desk. You also are very comfortable with your looks because you are beautiful." She responds with that weak yes, as she says it I stop the metronome. Spinning back to watch her, she finally starts to refocus after a few seconds. Her smile as her face re-animates, relieves me that I may have pulled it off as I say to her, "Okay, now back to work and we can relax tomorrow. Maybe we can do one after work so we don't have to worry about someone coming in while we are relaxing.

Donna nods and reaches for her iPad, wrinkles her nose a bit, but takes it, and turns to leave the office. As she is stepping out the door she looks down and rolls her shoulders as she hurries out the door. The odor of sex, obviously still clings to the room even after the last of the mess is wiped up. Tossing it in the basket when I finished wasn't going to clean the scent out the room, though. After a couple of minutes I grab the tissues and walk toward the men's room. As I walk back past Donna's desk I notice she has her purse in her lap and a tiny piece of black lace disappearing inside. I pick up my pace to the men's room to flush the tissues down the toilet. As I come back I see Donna again wrinkling her nose as she wipes down the corner of her iPad with a screen cleaner.