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Date: Sat, 21 Jul 2001 12:10:06 -0400
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This story is intended for the enjoyment of adults over the age of 18 or 
whatever the legal age is in your part of the universe. It contains fantasy 
scenes of graphic sexual activity.   Please, if you are under the age of 18, 
or if you may be offended by such material, use your intelligence and read 
no further - delete the file.  Otherwise ....enjoy!


Hypnotic Control

By

Nessus

MC FD

Life was pretty good. At 33 years of age and still single, I had achieved 
continual success in my burgeoning industrial law practice and life was damn 
good. I drove the latest model Porsche, owned the building in which I had my 
office and enjoyed the company of many beautiful women.

It all changed when Julie, my personal assistant asked a strange question.

"Have you ever had an eastern massage, Dan?" she said out of the blue when 
we were going through the day's diary.

"What?" I asked, startled.

"An eastern massage, " Julie said with a dreamy look in her eyes. "It's 
wonderful."

"I'm sure it is. Now, can we change this meeting with the Patent Office?"

"Rumiko does them," she said, ignoring me. "She's very good at it and you 
should have one, it will remove all that stress."

"I'm not stressed. Who the Hell is Rumiko, by the way?"

"Rumiko Araki, your tenant who rents the floor below us? You have met her, 
haven't you?"

"I think so," I said and a picture of an older slightly plump woman with 
Asian features came into my mind.

"She said you would enjoy a massage so I booked you in for Thursday."

"Well, you can cancel it, Julie. I'm not interested in massages. Now, can we 
get back to work?"

I forgot all about it until Thursday when I saw Rumiko Arak scheduled as the 
last appointment of the day. "Julie," I said, exasperated. "I thought I told 
you to cancel that?"

She looked puzzled for a moment, then a strange look filled her face while 
she spoke. "I called her and she was so nice but insisted you needed a 
eastern massage. Rumiko has seen you many times and would like to meet you 
so I left it in."

"Julie," I asked, concerned with her drowsy tone, "are you ok?"

She blinked and then smiled. "Sure, why?"

"No reason," I said, realising I was going to have to meet this Rumiko but I 
was damn sure I wasn't having any stupid massage.

Rumiko greeted me in her reception area. "Dan," she said, smiling warmly at 
me and I felt drawn to her dark eyes as she took my offered hand. She was 
slightly shorter than I was, a little plump with long black hair and she was 
dressed in a white smock, kind of like dentists wear, and blue trousers.

"Rumiko?" I asked hesitantly and she bowed slightly.

"Correct. Rumiko Araki. I have seen you many times as you rush in an out of 
this wonderful building you own. You are, if I may say so, a very handsome 
young man with your blonde hair."

Strangely, I felt myself blushing. "That's kind of you, Ms Araki," I blurted 
out and realising she was still holding my hand, withdrew it from her clasp.

"Please, call me Rumiko and I will call you Danny. Follow me, please." 
Stunned, I followed her through the door to a dimly lit room and Rumiko 
gestured at a massage chair, which faced a wall covered by a large oblong 
mirror. I opened my mouth to tell her I wasn't having any massage but I 
didn't get a chance. "Remove your coat and tie, Danny," she said in that 
throaty mellow voice of hers, "and sit in the chair."

I did so while she busied her self behind me and soon a musky aroma filled 
the air and soft music began. As her fingers gently started to knead my 
shoulders. "So tense," she said and I felt myself relaxing as the musky 
perfume and the low insistent beat of the music filled my senses.  "So very 
tense, you work so hard you must learn to relax," she said softly and I 
closed my eyes. "Open your eyes, Danny, for a moment and look at the light 
in the mirror." My eyes were drawn to a small light reflected in the mirror 
that was slowly flashing in time with the music. "Relax and watch the 
light," Rumiko's soft voice whispered in my ear. "You are relaxing, you are 
drifting with music and the light is beckoning you to your special resting 
place. Relax," she kept saying while her gentle fingers alternated between 
caressing and kneading my shoulders and neck.

Suddenly, the massage was over and I blinked my eyes, aware that the music 
had stopped and the light had vanished. "All over," Rumiko said switching on 
the lights. "How do you feel?"

I had to admit I felt wonderfully refreshed and very relaxed. "I feel 
great," I enthused. "That was really fast."

"Fast?" Rumiko laughed. "It was over an hour."

Shocked, I looked at my wristwatch and saw she was right. "An hour?" I 
stuttered. "But it felt like a minute or two."

She patted me on my arm and I tingled to the touch. "Danny," she said in 
that soft voice, "my special eastern massage takes your mind to a zone that 
allows you to divest yourself of pressures and control."

I laughed. "Almost sounds like hypnotism."

Rumiko smiled. "Yes," she said simply a sly smile on her face, "I suppose it 
does."

"Well, thank you, Rumiko. Will you send me a bill?"

Rumiko bowed slowly. "No charge, it is my pleasure. Goodnight Danny."

I slept like a log that night and woke feeling so alive and so refreshed. 
Whistling, I drove into the basement car park of my office building and 
turned the engine off. I had arrive fifteen minutes earlier than I usually 
did and was ready to dash over to the elevator when a strange thing 
happened.

I couldn't get out of the car!

Desperately, I tried to get my arms to move to unlock the door but my own 
body would not obey me. I sat in the car, my hands resting on the steering 
wheel for about ten minutes while I tried to will my body to move but with 
no success. Was this a stroke? Was I dying? A million desperate thoughts ran 
through my mind while I sat staring at the basement wall through the 
windscreen of my car.

The sound of another car riving into the basement drew my eyes to the rear 
view mirror and I saw a dark coloured sedan park a few spaces away from me. 
Suddenly, I found myself moving, getting out of my car with my briefcase and 
walking to the sedan. With a flourish, I opened the door and Rumiko, seated 
in the driver's seat, smiled up at me. "Good morning Danny," she said 
swinging her legs out of the car to stand beside me, her perfume washing 
over me.

"Good morning Rumiko," I croaked, picked up her bag, closed the door and 
followed her to the elevator. She was dressed in an elegant charcoal grey 
business suit and suddenly appeared to be so beautiful that my heart leapt 
into my throat.

As she pressed the elevator buttons for both our floors, I suddenly blurted 
out, "You are beautiful, Rumiko!"

Rumiko smiled at me as the elevator doors opened at her floor and took her 
bag from me. "Thank you Danny, you are a cute boy yourself." She held the 
door open, looked around the empty hall and smiled back at me her dark eyes 
twinkling. "Look at my legs, Danny," she whispered and my eyes watched her 
legs as she walked away.

As the door closed I was hit with a tidal wave of arousal, my cock surging 
to rampant hardness and I was filled with a desperate need to cum. I 
desperately rushed into my office, holding my briefcase in front of me to 
hide the tent my trousers and slipped into my bathroom. Eagerly, I dropped 
my trousers and gripped my cock with my hand and started quickly jerking 
off, figuring it would take just a few moments, as I had never been this 
aroused before.

I was wrong. Again and again, I got to the edge of orgasm, my arousal 
building each time but I could not come. The act of fulfilment was denied to 
me. Finally, depressed and angry, I dressed and returned to my desk to try 
to concentrate on work while I puzzled over what had occurred to me.

All morning I sat behind my desk as my cock remained hard and I was a fever 
pitch of arousal with my mind filled with constant images of Rumiko's 
beautiful face. To Julie's surprise, I cancelled appointments, worked the 
telephone, grumpily declined her offer to go out for lunch and ate at my 
desk. At the close of the day, I waved goodbye to her and burrowed deep into 
my paperwork, my cock pounding and still fully hard.

Suddenly, I stood and walked down to Rumiko's suite. Her door was open and 
she was seated at a desk as if she was waiting for me, her legs elegantly 
crossed and my cock surged again.

"What have you done to me?" I croaked, my body trembling.

"Hello, Danny," she smiled. "Having trouble with something?" Her eyes 
travelled to the bulge in the front of my trousers.

"What have you done?" I repeated, face burning in embarrassment.

"Done? I am sure you can work it out but it is obvious I have taken control 
of you." She smiled and, once again, I realised how beautiful she was, even 
though I knew she had induced that feeling within me.

"Why?" I stammered. "Why?"

Rumiko shrugged. "Why not? You are a beautiful young man and I have a 
penchant for blondes. I do what I want. Now," she stood and smiled at me. 
"Would you like me to show you a way you get to cum?" She didn't wait for an 
answer and walked into the massage room.

I stumbled in after her and she was seated on a chair, her legs crossed, 
calmly waiting for me. "Take your clothes off," she murmured and, driven mad 
by my pounding cock, I hurriedly complied and stood naked before her. Her 
eyes fell to my throbbing cock, jutting from my groin. "Nice," she said 
softly, "a natural blonde. You should kneel." Flushing in embarrassment, I 
knelt naked before her and waited. "Start," Rumiko said simply, a soft smile 
on her lips and, trembling with arousal and humiliation, I started 
masturbating before this fully clothed woman.

After a while of frantic stroking I was not any closer to coming and I 
raised my eyes to her face in a unspoken desperate plea. Rumiko smiled. 
"Look," she said in that soft voice uncrossed her legs and opened them so I 
could see up her skirt, past the lace tops of the stockings I now saw she 
wore. My eyes fell on the flash of white that was her silky panties and I 
groaned as I rushed over the edge, spurting over her floorboards as I pumped 
myself dry.

Rumiko smiled, adjusted her clothing and stood. "It's very simple, Danny. 
You get to come when I put you in certain situations that only I know. That 
was a free sample but next time my pleasure will come first." A box of 
tissues dropped in front me and, humiliated, I wiped up the result of my 
orgasm. "The bathrooms in there," Rumiko said and I disposed of the sodden 
tissues, then slowly got dressed while she watched me.

"What happens now?" I asked quietly.

"You will be available when I want and you will please me until I grow tired 
off you. You can go now but I'll see you tomorrow night." I looked puzzled 
and she laughed. "You'll know what time and how to get there when the time 
comes."

Dejectedly, I walked to the door, her laughter following me. "Be happy, 
Danny," she called. "I might never get tired of you and we may get married. 
Who knows?"

I could still hear her laughter as I walked down the stairs to the car park.

(Nessus29@hotmail.com)
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