And you
thought she was kidding! When Annie had said that she was taking you to a
regression session, you really hadn't thought she was seriously taking you to a
hypnotist. Oh well, should be a laugh! So now you're lying here on this guy's
couch watching a pendant rock left and right waiting to visit your aliases of
former centuries. You study the hypnotist's face as your eyes feel tired. He is
quite attractive, in his early thirties, but not really your type. Your eyelids
start to become incredibly heavy and you strain to keep them open. You blink
slowly and jerk your head slightly when suddenly you awaken.
The
room is different. The glow of candlelight illuminates the room, which feels
warm even though the walls are made of bare stone. Still lying down, you realise
your arms are above your head. As you try to move your arm, you become aware
that it is restrained, along with your other arm. You are lying on a four-poster
bed and are tied to the posts. Something in a dark corner of the room moves and
your heart jumps. A black shadow slowly steps towards you. As it approaches, the
candlelight begins to reveal one side of a man's face. As he moves closer the
light falls across more of his face and you can make out what he looks like. You
quietly gasp as you recognise him - it's James Dean Bradfield! Or at least it
looks like him. Those dark eyes are unmistakable: how lost could you get in
them.... You have to look away for fear of his gaze. Again your eyes scan the
room. There is an open fire in a large fireplace to your right. Decorations in
the room appear to be medieval in style. Odd... You glance down at your clothes
and realise you are wearing a long dress, alien to your wardrobe, made of soft
material. You look at James again as he reaches the end of the bed, and leaning
his hands on the edge, ensnares your pupils with his. Already you are powerless.
As his hand slides slowly up your leg, you tense up, then start to breathe
heavily as you let yourself relax. His body moves up the bed and his hand rests
on your hip, then works its way up to cup your breast. As his face reaches
yours, he stops to study your face briefly, then presses his lips hard against
your and lets his tongue probe your mouth. He is continuing to look directly
into your eyes. You feel as though you are melting: it is such a passionate kiss
and lasts so long that you begin to ache for him. He slips his hand down the
front of your dress, the material dropping down from your shoulder. Then he
gropes gently for your nipples, teasing them between his fingers. His kissing
moves to your neck and you gasp out loud with the pleasure. His lips step down
to your nipple, his tongue softly pushing it from all directions, and his hand
caressing your other breast. His other hand is now lifting your skirt as it
explores your thighs. You are aware now that you are not wearing underwear at
all. His fingers slide easily into you. You moan as the sensation becomes
rougher and faster. You close your eyes and enjoy it. His mouth eventually finds
yours again, his tongue running along your bottom lip. When he takes his shirt
off, you wish so much that your hands were free, so that you could run your
fingers across that firm chest. You wish even harder when he removes his
trousers! How you want to grip his shaft, put it into your mouth and please
him... Somehow James senses your longing to be untied and begins to loosen the
knots. You manage to wriggle your hands free and instantly start to run them all
over his body. You don't seem to be able to wait much longer, you want him
inside you now. You guide his penis and he moans loudly when it penetrates. His
gentle in and out movement swiftly becomes hard thrusting and you can't help
crying out in ecstasy when you come. His peak follows almost immediately. As the
thrusting slows and becomes softer, James is panting. He strokes your face and
kisses your mouth tenderly before resting his head on your shoulder to regain
his breath.
SNAP!!
At the sound of clicking fingers, your eyes are wide open again. You are back on
the couch in the hypnotist's office. A very embarrassed smile greets you, and
when you realise where you are, you instantly blush. You have just described out
loud to the hypnotist everything that you just experienced with James as you
were regressing!!! You can't wait to get out of there, but find it quite amusing
aside from the shame! As you leave the office smirking, you suddenly realise
that once upon a time your purpose was to please James as his concubine. How you
wish you could remember more! Perhaps you should go back to see the hypnotist
tomorrow...
On
the day after your first visit to the hypnotist you arrive at work quite early
considering. You had had to tear yourself out of bed after a blissful night
dreaming you were James Dean Bradfield's concubine... At 9:30am you realise that
for the past half an hour you have actually done nothing but stare at the
monitor, as again you have been daydreaming, reliving that beautiful fantasy.
Then the bugging begins: as you try and concentrate on your tasks, the quietest
but excitable little voice in your head pipes up, "why don't you go back to
the hypnotist?” By 9:45 you have talked yourself out of going. At 10:00 you
convince yourself that it will be fun. When the clock says 10:10, you decide
that it would provoke even more distraction. It is 10:15 when you persuade
yourself that visiting a hypnotist is essential for your sanity, and therefore
must phone to make a lunchtime appointment immediately. The appointment is for
1:00, so you have to sneak out a little early to be there on time. So here you
are again, greeted with a firm handshake, but a sheepish smile and cowardly
pupils. Of course he recognises you, even though you tried to convince yourself
he wouldn't - what man wouldn't remember a woman who had an orgasm on his couch
only the day before! You begin drifting into sleep again....
Your
eyelids spring open. A girl is stood closely in front of you in a long white
dress. Her hands are holding yours, and her face is glowing with excitement.
"We'll be late if you don't come on!" she babbles and scoots off
towards a doorway. Your eyes scan the hut, soaking in the strange environment.
The blankets appear to be of Aztec or Inca design, you're not positive which.
“Where are we going?" you ask. “Come on! You want a man don't
you?!!!" You follow her outside, gasping when you see the jungle through
the bright blasting sunlight. Again she calls to you to hurry. Barefoot and
wearing very little clothes you continue until you reach a building more grand
than the huts around it. Is it a temple? Bizarrely, you are able to understand
the hieroglyphic-like marks on the wall next to the door of this building and
are aware that it is a social meeting place, a communal hall. Two scantily clad
women brandishing spears guard the entrance - amazons! They bow as you approach.
At the far end of the hall is a row of naked men and more female guards sporting
weapons. The girl grabs your hand and leads you to the men. You are instructed
by an older woman, with what appears to be a whip, to "inspect" the
men then "choose which one you want”. Looking politely down the line, you
capture someone's gaze. You nearly choke when you recognise those piercing dark
eyes - it's James again! Naked! The girl has moved further down the line and is
beckoning you to check out a handsome creature down the line. He's good-looking,
but no competition for James. Slowly, you walk down the line, looking closely at
each man. You reach James; his eyes are not so bold this time, staring at the
ground. You swiftly look him up and down, as you did with the others, feigning
indifference... When asked if you have made your decision, you whisper and point
at James. The girl objects, favouring the man she inspected previously, but
you're really not interested. “But his arms are so much stronger, he's bound
to give you a better massage..." she protests. So that's what you're
supposed to be choosing - a masseur! The female guards push James before them as
you walk back to your hut. The girl has disappeared now. The guards soon vanish
also when you thank them. You are now alone with James in your hut. You smile
gently at him, then untie his hands. He is not naked anymore: the guards had
provided a loincloth before leaving the hall. As you are obviously his mistress,
you know you must give orders. Removing what little clothing you are wearing,
you announce, "I would like a massage now. “Not daring to catch his eyes
in case it betrays the fact that you desire him immensely, you lie down on the
blankets on the floor, and he obediently kneels beside you. When his hands touch
you, you sigh loudly but innocently. He begins to squeeze the muscles in your
shoulders – heaven. After a while you relax completely, his hands pressing and
pulling your muscles gently. His soft fingers move up and down your back, then
start sliding up your legs. Can he feel your heart beating faster and faster as
you become aroused by his touch? Can he hear your breathing getting shorter? You
suddenly realise his hands are getting very close to your most intimate areas
now. He wouldn't dare.... would he? Yes, he would. His finger slips inside you.
He can't resist you as much as you know you can't resist him. You've been
enjoying the massage so much that you're already very wet. It's so nice as the
in-out motion becomes faster. His other hand wanders to your breasts, and cups
one firmly. By the time he climbs on top, you are panting loudly. He slips in
hard from behind so unexpectedly that you moan uncontrollably. As he f**ks you
hard (…you've obviously turned him on a great deal!), he playfully bites your
neck and gropes your breasts, squeezing your nipples viciously and you love it.
Eventually you can feel him growing that little bit harder inside you, and he
grabs your shoulders, thrusting down on you so hard…
A
cough rudely awakens you. Pants! It's the hypnotist again, and this time he has
interrupted your regression: he probably didn't want a repeat of yesterday! It's
frustrating to say the least. Before you leave, he hands you a tape of the
session. Incredibly embarrassed and rather annoyed, you take it, shove it in
your pocket and retreat swiftly. After an afternoon of constantly going through
your second experience on the hypnotist's couch in your mind, but losing
details, you rush home from work to play the tape. You press play, jump into a
nice hot bath and close your eyes, determined to finish what James started…