"Oh the powers of suggestion..."

You know all too well that you must make quite a tempting figure there, naked, alone and under Mr. Book’s control. Mr. Book is a crooked old man, and the simple fact that he has complete control of you, can do absolutely anything he wants, makes you a feel a little queasy. You feel like you should at least try to take a positive, curious attitude towards what’s about to happen, but all you feel is bottomless dread.

“Young lady, I would like you to have a seat in this chair,” Mr. Book requested, coming around in front of you pushing a swiveling chair. You immediately sit.

“As you no doubt might guess, I occasionally enjoy testing the limits of my hypnotic abilities. You, I must admit, are a particularly tempting experiment subject. As you will no doubt kind this experiment quite gratifying, I hope you will not object too much, if I gratify myself as well.” As he said this, he unzipped his trousers, and pulled out his cock.

“Now, young lady, we’ll start with something basic. You haven’t noticed it until now, but there is a man standing in front of you, and you have his penis in your hand.”
You don’t know where he came from, but there was a man standing right in front of you and you’re holding his penis in your open palm.

“The man is now moving towards you, and you have taken his penis in to your mouth.”

Again, without seemingly moving, the man had his dick in your mouth.
“He is thrusting in to your mouth quite vigorously, and you are unable to stop him, despite trying.”

It was happening just as he said. The man was now gripping your head with two hands and fucking your mouth hard, and no matter how much you pushed back, it continued.

“You hadn’t realized it, but you are now sitting in the lap of another man, he has thrust his penis inside your vagina, and has your arms gripped behind your back.”

Now you felt a sharp pain at your slit, followed by a feeling of fullness you’d never experienced before. You’d never had a man inside you before, and you were surprised at how different it felt from having your finger inside of you. The man beneath you was bouncing you up and down in his lap, each time you came down, you felt a pushing at what you assumed was the entrance to your uterus. You wanted to look down, but all you could see was the pelvis of the man in front of you. This continued for about 5 minutes, by then you had given up resisting completely, as you felt an orgasm coming on.

Your pale breasts bounced up and down and forward and backward as you were pulled along two axis at once. Finally, you could feel your pussy flexing spastically around the cock thrusting in and out of you. Your tan abdomen flexed reflexively, as you climaxed once, then again, as the man beneath you just kept his jackhammer pace completely steady. This went on for another two minutes, and you climaxed a third time, and you would have been screaming if you had control of your body.

Then finally, you felt hot cum splatter on your face, heard the sound of finger snapping. Immediately, you were back in the chair, there was no sign of anyone in the room, except Mr. Book, who was standing in front of you with his deflating penis in his hand.

“That will be quite satisfactory young lady. You are now free of my commands, please clean up after yourself and get on to lunch.”

Standing up from the chair, you notice there it looks like there is a huge puddle right where you were sitting. You can only stare in dumb wonder at how you could possibly have been aroused enough to leave that much juice on a chair. You think about what just happened, and you can’t clearly remember anything that happened since Mr. Book sat you in the chair. You reached up and felt the cum on your face, and knew that it was Mr. Book’s but you simply couldn’t bring yourself to feel one way or the other about it.

You slowly cleaned yourself and the chair and headed to lunch…