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Janine was crying. Life had not been kind to her lately. George had left her for another woman, a slut! She was home alone on a Friday night just before Valentine's Day and that sucked. She hadn't had an orgasm that wasn't related to a dildo in years. She stared at the computer screen. What could she do to take her mind off of her situation?
Janine was forty but did not look it. She was five feet eight inches with a tight body and ample breasts. Dark wavy hair and dimples. She thought she had a nice body. Unfortunately she was shy around men (and women).
Literotica beaconed. That usually worked for a little while. Trusty Dildo would finish her off. Oh shit, she hated it. Well it was better then nothing.
"I should try something different," she thought.
She signed on to the home page of Literotica. "New Erotic Audios..." it said. Masterhypnotist had something called "An Induction for a Female Sex Slave."
"I am going to try that. I love a strong man directing me, making me do things. It probably won't work, but what the hell!"
She clicked on the link and sound started to come out of the computer. At first it sounded a little scratchy. The next thing she remembered was having the biggest orgasm she had ever felt. She felt like she had to contact Masterhypnotist. His IM address was right there. She felt foolish, but she did it anyway. She looked to see if he was online. He was. Now she was nervous. Without further thought she sent an IM. "You are a wonderful writer, I have never done this before. Sorry to bother you."
She got a prompt response back. "No bother at all. Did you listen to one of my audios?"
"Yes."
"Which one?"
"The sex slave one."
"What is your first name?"
"Janine."
"Janine, I can make it even better for you using IM, do yo want to do that?"
Janine was startled. She had not expected a reply like that. "I don't know, how does it work?"
"The IM is like self hypnosis. You put yourself in a deep trance using my words and I direct you to multiple orgasms."
Janine was intrigued. "What do I have to do?"
"Nothing, just watch the screen and read the words."
"What do I have to lose," she thought.
"Okay."
The next thing she knew, she was having this long orgasm as numbers appeared on the screen. She wasn't doing anything and her pussy was clutching and her nipples were tingling and her whole body was in a wonderful spasm. What was going on?
She couldn't stop the orgasm as the numbers appeared on her computer screen. She held on her chair's arms and enjoyed the ride. Finally it stopped. She was pleasantly drained.
"Did you enjoy that?"
"OMG yes!"
"How did you do that?"
"By counting. Do you want to do that again, Janine?"
She felt another, smaller, orgasm.
"Yes, please."
She again saw numbers appear on the screen and she almost passed out with engulfing pleasure.
She typed "Enough, stop, stop."
It eventually stopped.
"Janine, do you have a boy friend?"
"Not now."
"Why not?"
"I don't know, I just can't seem to connect with men."
"Do you want to connect with men?"
"Yes, very much."
"I can help you, Janine."
She felt another small orgasm. "How?"
"I can make your sex better with your partner and I can make you not be shy."
"How can you do that?"
"Janine, go into a deep trance...."
She vaguely remembered another orgasm and then she was alert and refreshed, staring at an empty screen. Master was gone. Sometime during the IM she had started calling him master. Every time she said it she felt a small orgasm. She felt so wet. She had NEVER felt like this. She also felt like she should call someone. She pulled out her Palm and looked for the number for Dave.
Dave worked with her and had hinted that he would like to go out with her. She hadn't encouraged him and nothing came of it. Dave was shy too.
She couldn't believe it but, she was calling Dave on a Friday night at eight PM.
The phone rang three times. She wanted to hang up, but couldn't. Dave answered in his lovely deep voice. Dave was about her age, six feet five and slender. Talked very little about himself. He would talk a lot about the company's software. That was his field. Never would he talk about himself or his family. Janine worked in the IT department so they had talked from time to time. They had even gone to lunch once. Janine did find out that Dave had a grown daughter but nothing else.
"Hello."
"Dave?"
"Yes, who is this?"
"It's Janine, Dave."
"Oh, Janine I recognized your voice but I couldn't imagine you would call me at home. Do you have a software problem?"
Janine laughed softly. "No, I am sitting here alone and I wanted to meet you for coffee."
Janine couldn't believe she had said that. Apparently, neither could Dave. There was an extended silence. Finally, "Janine, I would be very pleased to have coffee with you. Let's meet at Jordan's Coffee Shop."
They agreed to meet in an hour. Janine couldn't believe she had done it. Dave was there when she got there. They had both dressed casually. Dave had on Jeans, sweater and jacket and so did Janine. It was a relatively cold day for Atlanta in February.
The coffee meeting was fun! Janine couldn't believe how aroused she was getting. She was sopping wet! After about an hour Dave looked like he was ready to call it a night. Janine, again, surprised herself.
"Dave, come back to my apartment for a drink, we can keep talking in a more intimate environment."
"Oh my God, what am I saying?"