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By Tenebrius (ER-BBS Author) (c) 1991

"I've seen him before; he's great!"
"Good!" he said as the couple neared the auditorium. Sure, he thought. He glanced over at his date and smiled. Her hand pressed into his. They reached the ticket booth. "Two tickets, please," he said reaching back for his billfold.
"Students?" He nodded. "That'll be $8." he slipped the bills under the plastic divider and two tickets slid back. Collecting them, the couple headed for the door. Julie pointed over at the poster.
"The Activities for Students Bureau presents Dr. R.B. Blakely-Hypnotist Extraordinaire." A full length drawing of a Svengali-like hypnotist thrusting out a swinging bauble was beneath. Sharat was hesitant, but hell he'd been lusting for Julie. It was an opportunity to get close, hopefully real close. She looked over, her eyes sparkled.
"The last time I saw him, he suspended this girl between two chairs and this football player sat on her." She grabbed his arm. Hot damn! he put his arm around her waist. No Fuss! They headed for the entrance. he looked down at the tickets. At the entrance, the usher-obviously a freshman--took the tickets, tearing them in halves.
"Row 17, seats 5 and 6," the young man handed them back.
She drew Sharat into the auditorium. She looked up into his dark eyes.
"I know you're going to enjoy it." Her eyes...deep, penetrating...stirred the yearning and lust within. I can't wait, he thought. She smiled, turned, and led him down the aisle by the hand. Could be a great evening.
Her hair fell about her shoulders, the pale auditorium lights gave it a rich texture. Through her blouse he could see her bra strap. His hands longed to feel her firm, full breasts, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. He let his hand draw free and drift to her hip. He wanted to run his hand over her ass. "Don't rush it, play it cool." Christ he was aroused.
He stumbled forward, knocking into her. "Christ! I'm sorry!" he quickly apologized. "She must have noticed. Damn," he thought catching her surreptitious glance at his crotch after bumping against her. She neither said nor indicated that she noticed.
They shuffled along the row, taking their seats. He decided not to put his arm on her shoulder but reached out and held her hand. He sensed her relief. About ten minutes later, the lights dimmed. Some junior dip-shit came out from the side wing of the stage, thanking them for supporting the ASB, eventually introducing the performer. The stage darkened except for a single spotlight trained center stage. Into the light stepped Dr. R.B. Blakely.
"The human mind is still a largely unexplored frontier.
Science still knows little of how the neurons and chemicals in the brain form personality or our conscious mind. Even after a century, we have yet to fathom the depths of the human psyche. Tonight, ladies and gentlemen, we will explore some of the hidden aspects of our subconscious minds." His voice was clear and resonant. his white, close-trimmed beard gave him a wise appearance. His black suit and blue-gray tie along with his disciplined manner conveyed authority.
"I will need some bright, young volunteers from the audience."
"Go on," she urged. he looked at her. "Go on, Sharat!" she said, her hand running up and down his thigh. Her eyes sparkled. Her hand stopped, resting on his thigh inches from his cock. He stood up.
"Ah, good, one young man!"
Sharat shuffled to the aisle.
Did he really want to do this? He glanced back at her; she winked at him. He took a deep breath. He walked to the first row and was escorted to the stage with four other men and five women.
"We'll begin with some simple tests to see how hypnotizable you are." The hypnotist quickly determined which would be suitable subjects, excusing two of the young men. he then had them introduce themselves briefly-first name and class.
"Now I'm going to go through and hypnotized each of you." He came over to Sharat now seated before the audience. Dr. Blakely leaned close, "As I touch your head, you will feel your eyelids start to close. As your head falls, you'll drift off to a deep sleep...One ... two ... three." The hypnotist's hands cradled his head. He became disoriented. His eyelids sagged. His head dropped.
"Now you will awaken, completely refreshed. One ... two ... three." His mind was foggy. "With each breath, you're becoming more and more awake."
His eyes opened. He was lying on the floor surrounded by a crowd of people.
"Okay, okay, step back. Please go home, people. Things are under control," came a deep voice from behind the spectacled young man seated beside him. To his left was Julie. Sharat started to sit up, but the young man put his hand on his chest.
"You might want to wait before standing," he cautioned.
Sharat propped himself on his elbows.
"What the hell happened? Who are you?" The young man gave a smile.
"I'm Doug Obermann, a grad student in clinical psychology.
Dr. Blakely suffered a heart attack during the performance. The ambulance has taken him to the hospital. Since I have training in clinical hypnosis, I have been assisting in bringing you and the others out of your hypnotic states." He looked about. Julie threw her arms about his neck.
"I was so worried about you." She was locked onto his neck.
It felt good. "Let me take you home." Doug and Julie helped him to his feet. The others were also sitting about, dazed by the ordeal. He glanced up at the clock.
"9:23! I've been out for an hour and a half?" She took his arm.
"You were wonderful!" That didn't comfort him. He stopped and gently took her arms in his hands.
"Did I do anything ... you know ... stupid?"
"Like crowing like a rooster, or acting as if you were up on stage naked," she snickered. "No," she said resuming a semi-straight face.
"Really?" he asked with obvious distress.
"No." They walked to the car, arms about waists, silently.
"So did you really run naked through your high school prom on a dare?" He froze. She broke into giggles.
"This isn't exactly a level playing field, you know," he said trying to play it cool. He opened the passenger door.
"I know," she smiled, walking around to the driver's side.
"... Besides, I had briefs on." The doors closed. The Ford Escort started up, its headlights flicked on, and they drove out of the pay lot.
The motor had a dull hum. They didn't say anything for several minutes. Then, watching the streetlights' repetitive spotlighting of the car's interior, he turned to her, "Okay, level with me, what happened. I need to know."
"It started off pretty tame. He explained that each of us can only do what our consciences allow us to do, even if hypnotized. But he went on to show how, when hypnotized, we can be tricked into courses of action. He told you all to remember your most embarrassing moment in high school that you wouldn't want others to know about, especially your parents. You were then told that you were the principal and you had a transcript of the incident before you. But instead of you, it was your enemy in high school awaiting your discipline. He asked you to read the summaries out loud. Everyone eagerly exposed their enemies. Yours was just ... more interesting than the others'." He sank in his seat. Exposed as an exhibitionist to his classmates and teachers. I'm dead, he thought.
"What about the crowing shit?" She glanced over and smiled as she pulled into the parking lot of her apartment.
"You didn't crow," she reassured. The parking brake gave its raking clicks. The car turned off; the lights went out. They got out locking the doors. He looked over the roof at her.
"I had a fun night ... I think," he joked. She smiled.
"Look. Before you drive home, why don't you come up and have a cup of coffee." Ka-ching! Damn, if he could play this up, he might make it all the way. As they walked to the apartment complex door, "I was a bit jealous there once."
"Really?"
She inserted the key into the outer door.
"One of the women was told that when she opened her eyes everyone would be wearing only their underwear." His eyebrows betrayed his amusement. "She seemed to do quite a bit of crotch watching in your direction."
He smiled. "Perhaps she expected that streakers don't wear briefs."
She smiled.
"Oh, is that where the cock crowing comes in?" She pursed her lips, giving him a playful slug in the arm from which he drew back with exaggerated defense.
"I wouldn't be so smug ... Fido," she suggested. She held the door. He stood there; it was as if someone had dropped lead shot into his stomach.
"Are you okay?" she asked with concern.
He nodded yes and proceeded in. They climbed the stairs two flights and walked down the hall, stopping at room 271. She inserted her key and opened the door. "Here it is, home sweet home," she gestured as she flipped on the light switch.
It was a stylish apartment in blues and greens. It was neat; women have a thing about that, he thought. She disappeared into the kitchen. He moved forward into the adjoining dining room, sitting at the table. Her movements were so smooth, flowing. His eyes followed her trim hips and ass as she reached about the cabinet, searching for the coffee.
"What else happened?"
"He said that we all have our animalistic tendencies and that evolution and civilization have only hidden them. He had your group focus on what you felt was your strongest emotion and to imagine becoming an animal embodying that attribute. Do you remember that hunk next to you," she asked casually glancing back while measuring the instant coffee into the mugs. Sharat remembered the blond with the tank top and muscles bulging out all over.
"Monkey? Perhaps, a jackass?" he volunteered. She stopped, sighed, and shot him an incredulous glance.
"Jealous are we?
... No," she turned back, putting the kettle on the stove, "a horse."
"N-n-eigh-gh, lassie, a wh-ee-ee-ee stallion."
She turned the knob; the blue flame emerged beneath.
"So what was I?"
"A dog," she stated matter-of-factly. She turned and joined him at the table. "What do you make of that?"
"Loyalty. Devotion. A howling good time."
She smiled and groaned.
"Right. Shortly after that, Dr. Blakely clutched his chest and collapsed on stage while you all were in the throes of ... bestiality? That's when that guy came, Doug somebody. While the ambulance wheeled Blakely away, he went among you helping you to drift back into your trances and then awakening you." The kettle lid rattled. She rose and added the water to the cups, turning off the flame. She took out two spoons. "Milk, sugar?"
"None for me, *honey*." She brought the mugs over after adding milk to hers. Sitting, she folded her hands around the coffee cup. She looked into his eyes.
"So what's it like ... to be hypnotized?" He smiled at her.
He laughed then shifted.
"If you're so curious, why didn't *you* volunteer?"
She looked down into her cup sheepishly.
"I said that I'd seen him before." His lips parted slightly.
"I didn't volunteer," she quickly added. "I need to be ... in control."
"Do you want *me* to hypnotize you?" he joked. He leaned forward, "You're getting sleepy, very sleepy," he said with his best Transylvanian accent.
She smiled. Their eyes locked for a second. Then he rose, "Well, I guess I better get going. It was a really great evening ... even if I don't remember it." She smiled and got up. Her hand reached out taking his.
"Thank you for a wonderful evening." She reached up with her other hand, wrapping behind his head and drew his lips to hers.
M-m-m! He decided to go for it and secured her waist with his arm. He gently nibbled her lips. As his tongue slowly pushed into her mouth, she drew back, "I-I ..." she muffledly started then her resistance faded. Soon their tongues explored each other's mouths. His hand moved up her blouse, unfastening her bra. She drew back. "Sharat ... I ... I don't want this to go further."
Shit, he thought. She looked down and noticed his bulge. He stepped back. "I'm sorry." He nodded. He started to the door.
"No ... stay!"
He stopped.
"I ... I want you here with me." She went over to him as he stood facing the door. "I don't mean to lead you along, I just ... Sharat?" He was unusually quiet. "Will you say something. Please speak to me!" Suddenly he dropped on all fours, gazed up at her and barked.
"Sharat, this isn't funny. Come on get up." He sat back on his haunches. He shook his arm then bit at it with his teeth. "Right! Okay boy, out you go," she opened the door, and he strolled out enthusiastically. Down the hall was Twinkie, Mrs. O'Sullivan's tabby.
"Ruff! Ruff! Ruff!" he crawled furiously down the hall after it. What if he wasn't fooling, she wondered.
"Come here, boy. Here Sharat!" she called, patting her thigh. It was too late, the cat and its adversary had disappeared down the stairwell. "Good lord!" She ran next door and knocked on the door. The door opened and a young man stuck his head out, a golden retriever poking its nose around his legs. He gave her a once over and smiled. "Todd, can I borrow a leash and collar?"
"Sure. Back Max," he motioned the dog in, closing the door.
He returned with a chain choke and retractable leash. "You dog sitting?" he leaned against the doorframe.
"Rather unexpectedly ... thanks, I gotta run."
He nodded.
"Yeah." She started down toward the stairs. He watched her tight full ass. "Let me know if I can help!" he called after her. She disappeared down the steps. She heard a low growl and some barking. The kitten was huddling up on the laundry-folding table.
"Cornered yourself a pussy, huh, Sharat?"
He looked back with dumb, affectionate eyes. She shook her head. Hopefully what's-his-name can fix this. She tugged on his shirt collar, "Come on, Sharat." He wouldn't budge. She looped the collar over his neck, attaching it to the leash. "Come on, Sharat!" she insisted, gently shaking the leash. There were footsteps on the stairwell. "Damn it, come on!" giving it a firm jerk. The collar tightened causing him to cough. "God, did I hurt you?" She reached over touching his shoulder. He looked up at her. The sight of a 150 lb. man in a leash on all fours caused her to grin.
Linda came into the laundry room with her basket of laundry.
She stopped casting an eye first at Sharat then Julie. She whistled and shook her head. "Kin-ky!" Julie debated whether to go into the story or not. Not, she decided.
"Come on, Sharat," this time he followed. As he crawled by, he stopped and started to sniff at Linda's leg.
"G-r-oss!" she bellowed then kicking at him. "Get away from me you pervert." He growled.
"Come on, Sharat," she stated with clenched teeth as she pulled the chain. He followed behind. They got back to her floor and made it back to the apartment without more incident. She stopped and looked at him, what was she going to do? "I need to call ... Doug ... Doug uh-uh?" She took a deep breath. She looked at him. "He's going to destroy his clothes like that, but I can't have him running around in just his underwear. U-U-Ugh!"
He sat there, his tongue panting and eyes fixed on her. She took off the leash and he immediately bounded over to the couch and proceeded to crawl over it. "Stay ... just stay," she said using her hands to motion him to lie down. He complied. "The auditorium, they'll know." She went to the telephone, called the auditorium, but there was no answer. She glanced over to see him chewing on a tassel. "No!" She rubbed her eyes, "This is a bad dream. I'm ready to wake up now!" She gave a determined sigh and went over to him.
"Sharat, I hope you don't remember this. If you don't, you'll always think you scored the big one." She pushed him down on his side. She pulled his shirt out and unbuttoned it, working the sleeves off his arms. Occasionally he would fuss. "Stop moving about." She unzipped his pants and undid the snap. She took a deep breath. It was an ecstatic moment filled with dread and curiosity. "Sharat, you're not faking this are you," she looked straight into his eyes.
"Ruff! Ruff!" his eyes reflected no understanding. She proceeded, pulling the pants down his hips.
"Red bikini briefs? You?" she shook her head as she pulled them off his legs. He rubbed the side of his face against her arm. There was a knock at the door. "Christ!" She looked around. "Come on Sharat!" He sat there. "Oh-hh!" she grabbed his collar and pulled him from the couch. She was leading him to the bathroom, when the door opened and Todd popped his head in.
"I ... uh ... oh! I guess I'm ... uh ... interrupting."
She turned. "No, Todd. Actually, you're just in time. I was wondering if you had a second collar. You're a dog man, aren't you?" He gulped. He gave a sick smile and shook his head.
"Sorry, this ain't my scene."
"Pity! You'd look so ... delicious in chains," she purred.
He quickly slipped his head out and closed the door. "That should get that sleazeball off my ass." She looked down at him, "Thanks, Sharat, I owe you one." She paused, considering the situation, "Maybe not." She let go of his collar and went to the phone and picked up the student directory. "What was his name?" she struggled to remember. "Don? No, Doug. Doug ... O--?" She looked over at Sharat who was sniffing about. "Well it's a start." Opening the phone book she found the O's and scanned for Doug. "Doug Oakland, grad" She dialed the phone and let it ring.
"Hello?"
"Is this Doug Oakland?" she asked hesitantly.
"Speaking."
"Were you at the Hypnotist Show Tonight?"
"Yeah. Why? Who are you?"
"My name is Julie Robbins. Did you help the group after the show?"
"Yeah? Why? Was there a problem?"
"Well, my boyfriend needs your services again."
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
"You've studied hypnotism haven't you?"
"Hell no, I'm a chemical engineer. Are you with ASB?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, wrong number." CLICK! It was going to be a long night, she thought. There was a trickling sound. She glanced up to see Sharat lifting his leg and pissing on her potted rubber tree.
"Sharat! No!" She ran over and whacked him hard on his raised thigh. He quickly crawled away. The stain ran down the side of the wicker planter onto the plush carpet. She grabbed the leash and his collar, attached them and led him into the dining room. "At least the floor in here is linoleum."
She tied it to the table leg hoping he wouldn't realize his own strength or abilities. She went under the sink and grabbed a rag and some dish soap. Wetting and soaping the rag, she went over and scrubbed the planter and carpet. Sharat curled up clumsily and watched her. Drying it with some paper towels she stood and scowled at him. He sat up, dropping his head to his hands. He gave a long plaintive whimper, punctuated with short barks. Her gaze softened. He raised his head, tongue dangling. "My boyfriend the dog," she quipped. She threw the rags into the kitchen.
"Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo. Arf! Arf!" his eyes sparkled.
"You stay!" she said. She went back to the phone. Next number, Doug Obermann. She dialed and waited anxiously.
"You have reached Mark Spizetti and Doug Obermann. Neither of us are home presently. Please leave your name, eye color, hair color, measurements, favorite romantic nightspot, phone number and a brief message and one of us will get back to you.
BEEP."
"...Uh, hi...My name is Julie Robbins. I'm calling for Doug Obermann. If you're the clinical psychologist who helped with after tonight's hypnosis performance, I desperately need your help. My boyfriend, who was hypnotized, has reverted back ...uh...to a dog. My number here is 555-5948. Thanks." She scanned the directory finding three more names. Dutifully she called and found none of them were psych grads. What to do now? She went back to the kitchen and sat down. "Looks like it's just you and me, boy ... I mean, Sharat." He rested his head on her foot. She noticed that his briefs were soaked as well. RING-RING. Sharat looked up. She jumped up and ran to the phone.
"Hello?"
"Is this Julie Robbins? This is Doug Obermann ..."
"I'm glad you got my message," she said with relief.
"Yeah. So tell me what happened." She told him how they went to her apartment and started some heavy petting. "Very heavy petting," he added wryly. It was when he was leaving that he changed. "Look, it's probably stress induced. Sexual arousal and trances have complex similarities in neurotransmitters and cortical activity patterns." He paused at her silence. "Just make him comfortable and let him sleep it off. He should be fine in the morning."
"Will he remember any of this?"
"It's hard to say. He sounds like a particularly suggestive person. I kinda doubt it, but he might. If you like, I can come over." She started to accept when she looked over to see Sharat chained to the kitchen table naked.
"No, he's resting now. I'll just let him sleep over."
"Fine, call me tomorrow though if there's a problem."
"Definitely! Thanks for calling back." She hung up and walked back over. There was a small yellow puddle where he'd been laying. "Okay Sharat, come here." Obediently he crawled over to her. "If you don't remember any of this, you're definitely going to think you scored." She reached out for him.
"G-r-r-r-r," he gurgled.
"Calm down," she glanced down and saw that he was wet. She ran into the kitchen and grabbed a wet dishrag and came back over and began to wipe him. His thick dangling cock and balls caused a warm rush to her face. She took the rag and mopped up under the table. Now what. Julie gathered up and took the coffee mugs to the sink. She turned about to see him in a provocative pose. The chain curved down to his collar, he laid naked facing her, his cock semi-erect.
She was getting tired, it had been a stressful evening and she needed to get some sleep soon. But she didn't want Sharat to pee on the rug again. Then an idea came to her.
She went back to the living room couch and took out his wallet. "Are you a naughty boy or a bad boy?" she asked peering into its recess. Reaching in she pulled out a condom. "Ah," she said looking at him, "a naughty boy! A naughty boy with protection." She looked the package over. "Sharat, this doesn't come with instructions."
His vacant eyes just looked at her with adoration. She tore it open and pulled out the latex ring. "With women's protections they swamp you with all sorts of warnings, instructions, diagrams." She shrugged and walked over to him. "Roll over, Sharat, roll over." He eagerly complied. She stroked along his firm, hairy abdomen. His cock rose slightly. "Do you have to be erect to get this on?" she asked looking down at him.
"Arf!" he licked her arm. She tried to unroll it over his flaccid penis without luck. She reached down. Her fingers slowly grasped his penis. Gently pulling she felt it growing in her hand. Her hand reached down and stroked his balls. "U-u-m-m," came his faint whimper. He licked at her ankles. She watched as his cock grew erect. Without thinking, she bent over and kissed it. Quickly she sat back, bumping her head on the table. She took the condom and easily unrolled it down the length of his shaft now that it was hard.
"Are you enjoying this?" His mute eyes sparkled. "Right.
Hopefully, this will hold you till morning. If you pee on something else I might just have to put you outside." She scooted back and rose. She disappeared from the kitchen and returned to the living room moments later with a blanket, which she tossed over the couch and tucked under the cushions.. She turned around. Sharat sat on his haunches, tongue and cock dangling. She shook her head, and went over, detaching the leash and slipping off the collar.
"Okay, onto the couch," she said clapping her hands. He crawled over and onto the couch. She walked over and worked to lay him out flat then pulled the blanket over him and tucked it tightly under the cushion. He twisted about and began a low pitiful whine.
"Sh-h-h!" She reached up and grabbed a pillow, stuffing the corner of it in his mouth. "Will you please be quiet." He whimpered slightly then became quiet. "Thank you," she added as she pulled the pillow from his face. "My week, the typical, a little bondage and bestiality. How's yours, Jill?" she mused. "You stay here tonight ... okay?"
His head rolled over and he licked her arm.
"Stay." She got up and began turning out lights. He turned, falling off the couch. He crawled over to her. "No! Back to your couch!"
He stopped, dejected. "Go!" He crawled back and curled up on the blanket. Turning out the remaining lights, she picked up her nightie and went into the bathroom. After changing and brushing her teeth, she made her way into bed. "Sharat, off the bed!"
He put his head to his hands. She sighed. She went back to the living room and brought his blanket into the bedroom. "Down," she commanded pushing the naked man onto the floor. She turned out the light.
It was turning out to be an eventful evening, she thought.
Her mind reflected on their conversations over dinner. She felt something move. "Sharat!" She felt his tongue lick her ankle. "Stop, that tickles." She drew her foot away. His arms and head appeared on the side of the bed. "Down," she insisted. She drew the covers back and turned to push him back. He sat back then, as she sat there, put his arms on her thighs and began sniffing her panties. "Stop it, Sharat."
She tried to push him back, but he was more insistent this time. His tongue reached out and licked broadly up the center, pressing the silk panty dancingly along her lips and clit. She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed back, "No, Sharat." Resistently, he pushed his face deeper. This time she was beginning to feel a strange perverted excitement..
"Sit, Sharat! Sit!" He dutifully sat back.
What the hell she thought. And she stood and slowly pulled off her panties exposing her moist pussy. Then she drew off her nightly exposing her full, round breasts.
She resumed her seat. "Come here, boy!" He happily crawled over, tongue and dick wagging. She gently took his head and pressed his face between her legs. His tongue immediately began stroking her lips and clit. Sometimes little licks. Then long licks. Sharat's tongue was unpredictable, sometimes pressing within. Stroking one side or another.
Soon she was very wet. As he worked, she leaned back and closed her eyes. "Here boy," she called patting the bed beside her. He hopped onto the bed. She pressed her breast to his mouth. His tongue was rough.
He licked about the nipple, beating it with his tongue. His arm rested on her chest and pushed her back gently. His head lunged forward and began lick about her other breast. His nose roughly pushed beneath the breast, exposing it to his tongue. She flitted her finger about her clit and labia.
Without warning, he flipped about, his tongue now lapping downward over her clit. A shiver went through her body. His erect cock was hanging above her face. Her hand reached around his calf and slowly stroked it. Her breathing became faster as he bit along her labia, his tongue plunging inside her vagina. Her mouth rose and began sliding along the rubbery shaft. She released it and managed to push him aside. She turned and got on all fours, "Now, Sharat, now!"
With perfect instincts, he clambered up behind her. With her hand guiding his cock into her waiting cunt, he began to pump. "Oh-oh-oh." His hands grasped her shoulders. His feet moved forward. His thrusting was raising her slightly. "Uh-uh. Yes-s." His clad latex cock slid easily. She tried to move, but his grip held her tightly. He continued to pump.
Suddenly she felt her inside tighten. She felt like she would buckle. Shortly, his rhythm broke. He stopped and released her. She crawled forward and rolled to her side. A warm glow overtaking her. He crawled forward and put his head on her stomach. She ran her fingers through his hair.
They laid there then she adjusted the blanket. "Come on up, Rin Tin Tin." He lifted his head, cocked it and crawled up beside her. She threw her arm around his broad chest, running her fingers through his chest hair. "Makes me wonder what you're like when you're you."
"I'm much better..."
Her smile froze, she sat straight up. "Sharat! You're you!"
He turned lazily opening out his arms and looking up at her. "Well, I've always been me."
She looked down at him sternly. "How much do you remember about tonight?"
His eyes sparkled. "I remember stopping at the door ..." He stopped.
"... And?!"
"There was something about stay." He stopped and drew up a knee. "Next I'm naked, and pumping away doggy style." He paused, "I wasn't exactly going to stop and say, `Gee, where am I and what am I doing right now.'"
She laid down beside him, and he wrapped his arms about her. She pressed her head against his neck. "That hypnosis stuff is too weird. Never again." Her thumb gently ran along his temple.
"You're absolutely right. Why don't you rest. You must feel tired ... very tired. Your legs must feel very heavy. Let them relax." He yawned as his eyelids drooped. "You can imagine what it's like to lay around all day. Your only concern is to please your mistress." Her voice was calming. His eyes began to close. "This is your only desire, to please your mistress."
"To please m-m mistress," he murmured heavily. She ran her hand along his thigh.
"Good boy," she whispered before going to sleep.