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"I'm so excited for you!", Alison told her friend
Ellen. Ellen, a harp player, had just been given a chair with the Boston
Pops for the Winter Season. She had invited Alison over for tea and to share
the good news. "And how about you sweety. How is graduate school going?", asked Alison's old friend from Wesley. "Aaagh, it is a struggle!", Alison laughed. She didn't want get into any more detail on her academic woes, so she looked for something to help change the subject. |
| "Hey, is the the Wesley Beat?", Alison said, picking
up a copy of their undergraduate newspaper. "Yeah, don't you still get a copy?", Ellen asked. "Well, I probably do, but I haven't really taken note of it", Alison said, trying to find a reason why she would be interested enough in the paper to change the subject. "I wonder what the SLC has planned for their second semester?", Alison said. She and Ellen were both former members of the SLC. Alison cheerfully scanned up and down the |
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paper. Then her heart froze. "Oh my.", she said. Ellen noticed her friend had become flushed. "Alison, what is it?", she asked. "He's coming back", Alison said quietly. "Who?", Ellen asked. Alison said nothing, she just stared at the paper. "Alison, who is coming back?", Ellen insisted. "The hypnotist that we hired for our SLC fundraiser!", Alison said. "Oh, really. That's cool", Ellen said uninterested. |
| "That's it? That's all you have to say?", Alison
asked, shocked at her friend's nonchalant attitude. "Yeah. Why is it such a big deal? Are you upset that they stole our idea?", Ellen asked, confused. "No! Ellen, don't you remember what that man did to us? He had you bumping and grinding like a stripper, and he made me expose myself to the entire male student body of Harvard!That man is going to be back here! On the same campus as I am!", Alison exclaimed.. |
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"Yeah, well, it was a stage show. I mean, sure it was
embarrassing. But its not like it is going to happen again. Besides, that
show did get me a few dates", Ellen laughed. Alison couldn't let it go, "Ellen, there will be a man walking around here that has the power to make you do things, make you act a way you never would, just by looking in your eyes and speaking some words. Doesn't that scare you?", Alison said. She was obviously worked up. "You scare me. If you believe that is actually |
| a possibility that this guy is going to come back here and, A.
Remember who you are and, I try to make you do things. I mean seriously
Alison, the guy probably does a show like that every night. Are you kidding
right now, or are you seriously worried about this?", Ellen asked,
concerned. Alison realized that it sounded crazy, so she immediately backed off, "Ellen, please, I'm totally kidding. You'd better not be so gullible when you get to the Pops, I hear there are some real pranksters over there", Alison said, hopefully covering her tracks. |
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Frank Fymple hung up the phone. He had just learned some very
interesting information about his new secretary. Frank's wife's snooty
cousin Claudia was married to a violin player who played with some Orchestra
group up in Boston. Apparently, it was a small world though, and he knew
someone who knew Mr. Fymple's recently hired assistant, Ali. |
| "Yes Mr. Fymple?", Ali Barton cheerfully answered
as she bounced into the office. She didn't really like working there, as she hadn't liked working at her last five low paying jobs, but she tried to make the best of it. Low end secretarial and administrative work was never what Ali had envisioned for herself, but after flunking out of graduate school, her family disowned her. She had to pay the bills somehow, and this was the best way yet. "Can you come take a look at this name for me Ali", Frank asked her. |
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Mr. Fymple always found a way to make her come close to him.
She was used to creepo guys at this point though, and she didn't get too
upset by it. "What is it Mr. Fymple?" "Do you recognize this name Ali?" She looked down at the pile of papers, where he had written the name Ellen Drake. "Ohmygawd, yes! Ellen was one of my friends in college. I haven't seen her in like, forever!", Ali responded. "Hmm", Fymple said. |
| "Can I ask how you know her sir?", Ali said. "Well, I don't really... but some family of mine do. Ellen told my cousin and law's husband some interesting stories about you.", Fymple said, with a devilish little smile. Ali was nervous. "Really, what did she say?" "She said you had some kind of 'hypno-fetish'. She said you like guys to hypnotize you and make you some kind of sex slave. She said it got so bad that it wrecked things for you back in New England, and got your family to turn their back on you.", Fymple said. |
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Ali's stomach churned as she heard her dirty little secret
come out into the open. "Mr. Fymple, look I -", she tried to explain. "I also heard that you've done this kind of thing so much that you're super 'suggestible', and can be hypnotized by pretty much anybody", Fymple said. Ali noticed the buldge in his trousers. She knew she better leave. "I think I better give my notice now Mr. Fymple, I'm quitting", Ali said. She backed away from the desk and headed quickly |
| for the door, but as she made her way to the exit, she knocked over a
bunch of papers onto the floor. She instinctively bent down to pick them
up, though she realized the delay may be her downfall. She wondered briefly
if she had knocked them over on purpose. She wondered if it would be so bad if Fymple took control of her. It had been six months since she had a lover. The last one was Max the Mesmerizer. He was a stage hypnotist in the Reno, Nevada area. Their affair ended (by Max's choice) after his wife found out. |
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"Let me help you with that.", Fymple
said as he got up to help her with the papers. "Is the story true Ali?", he asked. "It is", she said, sounding very guilty. "It would seem then, that there is probably nothing keeping me from taking you under my control then, is there Ali?", he asked. His voice was gentle yet firm. "Please, don't", she resisted just to stick up for herself. But then Ali finally admitted to herself that she wanted this to happen. Carson City had been very lonely so far. |
| "Look into my eyes Ali", Fymple said. For a novice,
Ali found his voice surprisingly compelling. "Please...", she begged in vain, though she looked at him anyway "Look deeply into my eyes Ali. You are falling deep into my hypnotic power" "Yes... your power" "You'll do anything I tell you now Ali. I am your Master" "You are my master" "You belong to Fymple" |
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"I belong to Fymple", Ali said. "F*ck me now my little sex slave!", Fymple commanded. And with that Ali pounced on him, wrapping her firm tight legs around him, kissing him passionately. Fymple wouldn't have been her first choice, but it felt good to have a hypnotic master again. Maybe Carson City wouldn't be such a bad place after all. "What about your wife Master?", Ali said between tongue locks. "Well, she can't find out, so we'll just have to |
| f*ck on lunch break, and before 5:30", Fymple said, "Now come
suck my cock". Ali knelt down before her master to pleasure him. She had become quite adept at this. Part of her was sad that she would be playing second fiddle to a used car salesman's wife, but at least she was feeding her addiction to hypnotic submission. "Wow, I'm glad you got somethin' out of that fancy college of yours, is that where you learned to give head like this?", Fymple asked. Ali didn't respond, as she was too busy |
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sucking and licking. That's when they heard someone entering through the office front door. It was Mrs. Fymple. Somehow, she was with Ellen, and Alison's parents, and Alison's 4th grade teacher! "Alison!", her mother exclaimed. "Frank!", Mrs. Fymple exclaimed. "I knew it!", Ellen exclaimed. Alison was mortified. Everyone was standing there looking at her with his cock in her hand. Alison looked at the look of disappointment on her father's face. |
| "Daddy, I can explain", she said, "I just have to finish
sucking my Master's cock first". She knew she had to carry out his
commands, even though she was mortified to do it in front of all of those
people. "Alison, before you do, you should know that traffic on Rt.
26 in Springfield is all backed up due to a water main break. The highway
department suggests you find an alternate route. Now let's hear from Jay-Jay
with the Sports Minute" Alison awoke, relieved it was another dream. A nightmare actually. This is how bad her obsession had become. She couldn't even have a nightmare about failure and embarrassment without having hypnosis in it. She had a serious problem. |