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"Now Alison, you are completely, and totally under my
hypnotic power. You are unable to resist any of my commands. I want you
to inhale the beautiful fragrance of the flower now Alison. You know what
it will do to you. Do it now Alison", the hypnotist said. Alison went to the flower and breathed in deeply. "Ahh yes Alison, feel the chemicals reacting inside you. It's electric. Breath in deeper" She did so. "Yes, very good. Feel the inhibitions melting away. Melting away now. Very good Alison, getting so aroused." |
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The hypnotist watched as Alison felt the juices inside her starting to boil. Alison felt more in touch with her sexuality at that moment than she ever had before. It was as if there was sexual electricity running throughout her. She was in need though, she needed a man. She needed a man to fulfill her desires, and she needed a man to serve. That's when she sensed him. He was right in front of her, and his essence was infecting her like a virus, like a love virus. Suddenly she yearned for him, like she had never yearned for a man. She needed him inside her. She |
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wanted him to control her. She wanted desperately for him to dominate her. At that moment Alison realized that is what she had always wanted. He was her master now. She was so grateful to him at that moment as she looked up into his deep hypnotic eyes. He had freed her, his irresistible hypnotic power had captured her mind and broken the walls of ridiculous prudish, puritan values her parents had worked so hard to build all her life. For some reason Alison quickly thought back to her first Debutante Ball back in Texas. All of the girls there were so formal, so chaste. Each was going to grow to be the. |
| perfect society woman. Alison was the queen of the Debutante Ball. She exuded chastity, purity, edicate, manners, intelligence, and all the other qualities a debutante should have more than any of the other girls. Succeeding in that circle had been all she ever wanted, until now. Now it all seemed so silly to her. A waste of time. That was not true happiness. Sucking her master's cock until he exploded into her, then cleaning every bit of him, that was her new desire, her new goal. Alison wondered how she could have gotten so excited about something like the Debutante Ball when it didn't even involve anything going inside her pussy. |
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Alison went back to the Hypnotist's hotel room and they made love all night. He introduced Alison to things she never even dreamed of, all the while strengthening his hold on her. The next morning, he installed some powerful post hypnotic triggers. It would obviously bring to much heat on him if the old Alison was suddenly replaced with the new slutty Alison who wanted only to please him. The triggers allowed him to restore the debutante to her normal state. Well, almost normal. Alison would have dreams every night about a strong, sexy man coming to her, and hypnotizing her into a submissive sex-bunny. She never told a soul of these dreams though. They were her private fantasies, which she was half enamored with, and half ashamed of. |
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