At the Summit Ch. 16

[I had never bragged to colleagues and only now, years later, have written about them, clouding the details so that only they recognize themselves in these stories. In fact, some of their daughters are reading these stories, as I learned from an e-mail that correctly speculated as to who one of them was. I did not confirm or deny her educated guess and I think that my young correspondent preferred to leave some mystery to it all. Perhaps someday I'll get someone else's opinion on that, before it happens again.]

I completed the usual hypnotic tests to determine that Sophia was ready to receive post-hypnotic suggestions. They went smoothly and it was tempting to get through them too quickly, because of her ready acceptance at each step. She looked sexy as her arms rose at my instructions, held motionless for exactly the minute of my command, and then dropped to fold over her breasts.

I had little time to think of how to convince her that hypnotism might explain "Officer Friendly's" stamina with the three women of the North Denver Board & Breakfast. Her own words seemed like a good place to start-- and as I thought about them, an on-line column by seduction expert David Shade flashed back into my mind. My plan took shape. A big shape.

"Did you doubt that the police officer could get an erection so firm, over and over?"

"Yes," she replied faintly.

"It was an exciting story, yes?"

"Yes."

"So could you visualize his erection?"

"Yes."

"And was it harder than mine today?"

"Yes." I winced, but knew that she was imagining the officer and that it would help with this project if she thought of his penis as super-human.

"Imagine how he felt... can you imagine how he felt? Was he proud?"

"Yes."

"Did it feel good deep inside?"

"Yes"

"Did it hurt a little bit when it went up so many times?"

"Yes."

"Was it sensitive?"

"Yes."

"Did he feel compelled to do something wonderful with it?"

"Yes." There was no flicker even of a smile at this, she simply accepted the idea.

"So it would be logical to have sex with it?"

"Yes."

"Would it be so much fun that you would want to do it again each time your penis comes up?"

"Yes."

"So, can you imagine what it would be like to have a penis?" This was the question that I had been working toward.

"Yes."

"Your clit is a kind of penis, yes?"

"Yes."

"Can you imagine it growing as big as a penis?"

"Yes."

"And what would you do with it?"

"Have sex."

"Would you enjoy having it stroked?"

"Yes."

"Would it make you come if it was stroked too much?" She paused.

"Yes."

"Does a man have fun with his penis?"

"Yes."

"Would you have fun with your penis?"

"Yes."

"Does a man like to have his lover swallow his penis?"

"Yes."

"Would you enjoy having me suck your penis?"

"Yes."

"Would you like to have a penis when I tell you that it is okay?" That issue of trust again. I would have to rely on her trusting me and not just leave this thing open-ended. I suddenly had realized that if she really started behaving like a man with a penis, she might ask the maid if she wanted to stick around for some off-duty fun, and the hotel might have put us out on the street.

"Do you remember the trance word that Deborah used?"

"Yes."

"What was it?"

"...Ffatsgalf..." She did remember. It is fascinating, I thought, what our subconscious holds onto.

"When someone said that, what happened to the officer's penis?"

"It went up."

"Now, think deeply about that word and how your clit feels right now." I knew that her clit would still be tingling from the caresses I had offered her. Sometimes after we had gone out for a walk, Sophia used to giggle a bit and admit to me that it was still giving her pleasure as her legs moved her silken panties back and forth over it.

"My clit feels sexy... good."

"That is good. Now, think of it growing taller. Do you like that feeling?"

"Yes."

"And so it will feel even sexier the taller it gets."

"Yes."

"And the sexier it feels, the taller it will grow."

"Yes." Sophia moved just slightly, and for a moment I thought that I was overdoing things and had lost her trance. But, instead, it was just her flower opening-- I could feel the heat radiating from her vulva lips as they filled out, and then saw her clit swelling more beautifully than ever. Her legs lay relaxed and open, permitting me to watch her response as the growing feeling swept over her.

"It is growing stronger."

"Yes."

"You feel as though you could do beautiful things with it."

"Yes."

I now intensified the commands.

"Soon you it will be time to awake again... your conscious mind will be busy... but your subconscious will remember all of this."

"Yes."

"You will want to do beautiful things with your penis-size clit."

"Yes."

"And you will need to have caresses or kisses for your penis-size clit?"

"Yes."

"And when your clit grows so large, will you need to have sex?"

"Yes."

"So, when I say '...Ffatsgalf...' you will feel all of that."

"Yes."

I completed the installation of this trance word and did the usual wrap-up, letting her relax and fall into a beautiful sleep for a few minutes. I went around and picked up the breakfast stuff, put on some underwear, tied the drawstring on my bathrobe, opened the door to the hall, and pushed the debris-laden cart out of the room.

Sophia began to come out of her deep sleep.

"Weren't we supposed to go to that gallery this morning?" She remembered an event that though I was willing to attend, I had little interest in. Some art interests me and some does not. It was a tempting situation, sooner than I had expected.

"Weren't you going to finish the story about the police officer and the three women friends of Dean?"

"Hmmm. It's been fun telling you about it, but it can wait." Of course, I could not.

"...Ffatsgalf..." I said in a calm tone. My lover looked at me with puzzlement.

"What's that mean..." she started to say, and then she interrupted herself. "Ohhh, my gawd..."

Her face turned scarlet.

"Yes?" I queried.

"My... clit... it's swelling like mad." She moved her legs to be more comfortable.

"And does it feel sensitive to pleasure?" I raised my eyebrow and grinned.

"You're damn right it is..." and she touched herself. It felt so good that she began stroking the taut spot.

"Do you mind if I get these panties off, my clit is swelling so much that they're getting uncomfortable."

"I thought that you'd had enough time in bed and wanted to get going to the gallery."

"Damn it, Richard. Quit talking and fuck me!" She looked down as I helped her out of her panties. She wanted me to stretch them way out, just the way that she was going to have to pull down my pants, because she had grown such an erect clit -- she thought. Actually, it was remarkably erect, but not as big as the man's penis that her mind was comparing it with.

Without more talk, we were on the bed again, and my lips closed around her clit. She raved about how tall it felt, how good it was to feel my kisses climbing to its tip, and how she was looking forward to feeling it riding the length of my penis when I came into her.

That did not take very long to happen. And, of course, her clit did send her waves of pleasure as I probed to her deepest spots, even if it still was not really the size that she imagined it as.

Afterward, we lay tangled on the bed, cooling down with playful touches and kisses.

"She's going to want more," Sophia murmured greedily.

"After you finish the story," I countered. I made a mental note to send David Shade a 'thank you.' Feedback is so important.

"Uh, yeah..." and then it hit her. "You hypnotized me to prove that Deborah and her friends could have done that with the cop!"

"Yes."

"You're evil!" she asserted, negating the words with a laugh.

"How else was I going to prove it to you? Wouldn't you have been bored by a science class explanation?"

"So instead of being bored, I was drilled..." she chortled. "I guess that you proved your point... or my point if you want a pun. Do you plan on doing this trick again soon?"

"Perhaps I'll surprise you. I don't want to wear you out." She nodded.

"It's a beautiful way to get tired out. But, that's what the three women were doing to Officer Friendly." Sophia leaned back in the pillows and began to finish her account of what happened in the B&B.

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BEFORE THE 1997 SUMMIT

Deborah eased the young officer's penis from her powerful (and gifted) vagina, being careful not to let the filled condom escape. Officer Friendly slumped down on the couch, numb, exhausted. She allowed him to rest for a few minutes -- she needed that time herself, if only to enjoy the good sensations that had flowed out to every part of her body.

Cheryl was particularly impressed with what happened next. Although it should have been tempting for her, Deborah or Val to keep him as their own plaything, Deborah's words for him now after she put him into a trance again were not selfish.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Yes."

"Do you spend some nights with her?"

"Yes."

"Is she fun to be with?"

"Yes."

Deborah asked some more questions calculated to find out what sort of relationship the young officer had with his girlfriend, Keily. Finally, when she seemed to be satisfied that there was something between the officer and Keily, she gave him post-hypnotic instructions.

"When you see her next you may still be very tired sexually. What were you planning on telling her?"

"That my hours on this Summit duty had really worn me out." Cheryl and Val winked at each other as they acknowledged that Deborah had correctly guessed that this man already was making up a story to cover with his girlfriend.

"You will want to tell her that, but it will be good to kiss her, yes?"

"Yes."

"And do you remember how you kissed my pussy?"

"Yes."

"You will remember that when you are with Keily and you will ask to kiss hers."

"Yes."

"And the more excited she gets, the harder your penis will get."

"Yes."

"And when she is ready, you will fuck her as much as she wants."

The telephone on a side table began ringing. Deborah smoothly folded it into her instructions, suggesting that each time it rang, he would go deeper into his trance. Val backed out of the room and headed for another phone.

When she returned, Officer Friendly was slumped in a tired, deep trance on the couch, and Deborah and Cheryl were going around the place straightening things up.

"That was Dean," Val chuckled. "He was calling us to warn us that Bernard, that French rogue, has sent his controlled Denver cop here to entrance us and make us his love slaves. I'm paraphrasing, but that's about what he said."

In this situation, the delayed warning left the two other women's faces filled with mirth, but in respect of Deborah's project with the officer, they kept silent. Deborah walked back over to him.

"At the count of three, you will awake feeling refreshed, but completely spent sexually. Your main interest will be to report to Bernard that you have enslaved the women of this house. But, before you go, you will take the Bed & Breakfast brochure with you. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"When you and Keily have breakfast together, you will ask her if she would like to spend time with you in this Bed & Breakfast. You will offer to treat her. It will make you feel very sexy. Do you understand?"

"Yes." Val gave a thumbs up sign. Deborah counted to three.

The young officer blinked a rose from the couch. Without noticing anything illogical about it, he dressed and gathered his things, commenting to the three that he needed "...to make a report right away."

When they heard the rusty gate swinging shut behind him, there was a collective sigh of relief. Deborah collapsed on the couch, perspiration on her brow. That was when Cheryl realized that the road to the School for Social Expression and its seduction training was not easy. But, as she felt the warm glow and the tingle in her clit, it was very attractive.

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LATER IN 1997, AFTER THE SUMMIT CONFERENCE

Sophia looked archly at me.

"Well, aren't you going to say it?"

"I thought that we had a gallery to get to."

"I'm too hot and bothered now for that gallery."

"Wouldn't it be exploitative of me to say it?"

"Richard, I want to feel my clit reaching out that way." Sophia grinned at having been so bold.

"...Ffatsgalf..." I commanded and laughed at the same time.

"Uhhh... wow!" Sophia exulted as she felt -- and imagined she could see -- her clit as powerful as the strongest cock. "I want you to kiss it... NOW."

And I did.

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To be continued...