"Painting a Submission" It is time again. Time for a new target. Jason was in junior high when his interest in hypnosis sprouted. After seeing the rerun, Abbott and Costello Meet the Killer, he would read and study any material he could find on the art of hypnosis. The thought of having the power to control someone's thoughts and actions excited him and the more he read, the more excited and confident he became. He soon began experimenting with his classmates. At lunchtime, study hall, after school, every chance he got he would try to relax any willing young girl into a light trance. With each successful session he would experience a stimulation, an arousal. He was a young boy already discovering his sexuality...always getting those unexpected bulges with the hottest little skirt casting a smile his way or coming close enough to lightly brush his shoulder. And of course, observing girls and fantasizing also elicited a noticeable rise, even in unlikely places such as the cafeteria line or pep rallies. The physical arousal he experienced from hypnosis was the same, a nice erection crying for attention, but the reason was different. The source wasn't a physical sexual attraction; it was a mental one. His slight control of another's mind, his "in charge" position, was the source of this unique sensation. With practice, Jason became more skilled with hypnotizing, and when he entered high school his reputation had preceded him. Thus many young beauties were eager to give hypnosis a shot and they sought him out for "dates." Most times he succeeded with inducing a light trance. Many times, his subjects entered a deeper trance, one where he could play games with their minds. He marveled at how well he could manipulate them with his suggestions. Sometimes he would suggest simple common things like placing a late night phone call to him or visiting him in the cafeteria at lunchtime and planting a seductive kiss on his lips. Other times he would suggest something a little more unique, such as scraping nonexistent mud off a shoe or participating in 5th period gym class surrounded by the color purple. Whatever the suggestion, the ability to induce a deeper trance sparked a new arousal...he had power! For three years, Jason controlled half of the female student body. He was in demand! However, toward the end of his senior year, Jason had tired of this game. He needed something different. So, when he graduated and left for college as literally an unknown, he decided that he would venture into a direction he had only thought about previously. His sexual encounters in high school were not with girls during hypnosis. He was tempted, but believed he was not sexually experienced enough himself to feel confident in guiding one of his playmates through a rewarding session. So he steered away from the hypnotic sexual fantasies and enjoyed the sex first hand, absorbing all the pleasure presently and storing all the knowledge for the future. Now, in college, this future had arrived and his sessions had become sexual in nature. Jason found that creating sexual suggestions ignited a new, stronger and deeper arousal for him. Again he basked and lavished in the thought of how well he controlled his subjects! For four years he played and toyed with his zealous submissives, creating games and fantasies over and over. Repeatedly they indulged in the persuasive pleasures and shared climaxes until, again, he bored with the prospect. The scene grew ordinary...go to a bar or local hangout, strike up a conversation, get her undivided attention about hypnosis, start the usual induction, and presto, she was his. By graduation, the sexual thrill from hypnosis also became ordinary and again he needed something new. -------------- After graduation and obtaining a job that affords contact with many women, Jason decides it is now time again...time for a new target. The thought of dominating an unsuspecting victim spurs a newfound thirst for power, a pure hunger for control, and a new avenue for arousal. Yes! That's it! He will attempt to hypnotize unexpectedly. Catch his prey off guard. He looks at the women in his workplace. No, he knows all of them to some degree and would rather have a complete stranger; after all this is part of the new allure. That is when the bright idea to volunteer at the Baltimore Museum of Art begins to formulate. Another interest of his is art history, spawned by his 101 class in college, and an interest that he has continued to develop on his own. This weekend he will visit the museum to offer his "services." One month later, the museum is preparing for several paintings to arrive from the Musee d'Orsay in Paris. The exhibit will feature prominent artists from the Impressionist period, one of Jason's favorites. He enjoys his volunteer job as a museum docent and asks to be assigned to the new exhibit. For several weeks a steady stream of visitors view the magnificent works of Degas, Monet, Manet, Renoir, Daumier, Millet, Beraud and Seurat. Jason loves discussing the Impressionism Movement and "impresses" himself with the knowledge that he has acquired, always able to answer questions and add a little fact or two with his explanations. One day, toward the end of the exhibit's period in Baltimore and when the crowds have toned down to the last few, she strolls in. A gorgeous vision of femininity, she is brilliant and breathtaking. Jason watches her view the paintings one by one, returning to Manet's "Luncheon on the Grass" again. Gently approaching her from behind, Jason softly announces the French title, "Le Dejeuner sur l'Herbe." Taken a little by surprise, she turns to look, but just as quickly, Jason smoothly guides her to the painting again. His touch penetrates her and urges her to comply. He continues with, "This very painting aroused the hostility of the critics when it was exhibited in 1863." After no response he adds, "But it also aroused the enthusiasm of a group of young painters who later formed the nucleus of the Impressionists." Barely audible, she utters, "Oh?" Jason steps a little closer to her, the front of his navy museum sports jacket barely touching the back of her flowered sundress. He continues speaking about the style of the period while continually lowering his voice until it is just above a whisper. She tilts her head slightly to the side and back enabling her to hear him better, but never taking her eyes from the painting. "Notice the bright against the dark." She begins to turn again to see who is enthralling her. He deftly and tenderly touches her face and turns her attention to the painting again. His warm touch feels soft, yet demanding. He moves closer so that the lengths of their bodies are in contact with one another. He glides his hands slowly and deliberately down either side of her neck, her shoulders, her arms until he meets her hands. Her pulse quickens. As she turns to meet him once more, Jason grasps her sweaty palms in his, brings his mouth to her ear, guides her to face the painting again, and calmly whispers, "Take yourself to the girl in the stream. Feel the cool water. It is a hot day; the water is refreshing and relaxing. Very relaxing." His words sound inviting. "You can feel it soothe your feet, relax your feet, and the cool ripples gently play with your calves, relaxing your calves." She begins to feel the relaxation and continues to listen to his engaging words. "Now your knees begin to relax, feel it move to your thighs. Yes, relax. The water is so cool and soothing. Relax your hips, and your buttocks, letting the tension escape you. Relax...relax. Let the feeling move to your stomach, your chest, your arms. Feel the stress leave through your hands, vanish. Only relaxation." When Jason feels her hands go limp, he is certain he's got her. His alluring words and steady voice are comforting and she finds herself mesmerized. He continues, "Relax your neck, remove all tension. Let the relaxation spread to your facial muscles. Relax...relax. It feels good to let go. To let your body relax completely." She feels her stomach and chest drop. They feel so heavy but she feels so light, so relaxed. Almost in disbelief, he continues, "Now that your body is totally relaxed, you must relax your mind...same as your body. Empty your mind of all thoughts. I am the only one you hear. Relax...everything fades away. Deeper. I am your thought. Give your mind to me. Deeper. Do you understand?" She quietly responds, "Yes." Struggling to subdue his excitement and maintain his commanding voice, Jason continues, "Excellent. Relax, deeper. Allow me to think for you. Go deeper for me...give yourself to me completely...that's right, surrender yourself to me...go deeper and let me take control. You are very deep...surrendering. Very deep. You are asleep. You are deeply asleep." "How do you feel?" She responds, "I am very light and floating, but I am heavy and relaxed." He replies, "Excellent," and commands, "You are mine now, totally and absolutely mine. You hear only my voice and you are aware of only what I tell you. Do you understand?" His dominating, confident tone penetrates her body and mind; she empties completely and her unwavering "Yes" verifies obedience. An exhilarating rush surges throughout Jason's body. A tingling arousal gushes through him from his face to his fingertips to his toes. His entire being is one big throb! He's done it! He's succeeded in hypnotizing an unsuspecting, beautiful woman who scarcely even laid eyes on him! Trying to maintain composure, Jason coolly returns to his subject. "You are floating and feeling wonderful. You are totally submissive to me and will do as I say. You must obey me. Do you understand?" Again, she confirms her acquiescence. "Look up from the water now and see your two friends lounging on the grass. One is beckoning you to come over. You must go to them. You want to go to them." She feels herself climbing out of the stream and walking over to them, the water making her white cotton slip heavy. "As you approach them, you feel teasingly sexy. The closer you become the more excited you grow in anticipation of what is about to happen." She smiles as she feels her arousal deepening. Her pert nipples harden and become even more visible through the "clinging wet slip." "One friend's hand reaches up to guide you to sit between them. Can you feel the breath of the other on your neck?" She nods and allows a shallow audible moan escape her. "You are feeling wonderfully sexy and desire their touches. Tell me what is happening now." Her head falls back and relaxes on Jason's shoulder as she describes how her slip is slowly being pulled off one shoulder and then the other from the one friend at her back. She tells him of the tender, deliberate kisses that are being planted on her neck, back and shoulders while the other friend continues to pull her slip over her breasts, down her waist and off completely. Jason plants kisses also, the same, and suggests that she now see the other woman in the painting and that it is her, naked, full of mounting passion, and an overwhelming desire to please her friends, to obey and do as they say. He asks, "Must you obey?" She whispers, "Yes." "Do you want to obey?" A little louder, she replies, "Yes, I do." "Good, now you will feel what they want, what they are doing. As you feel it, the excitement will build. You will experience what they are doing to you. Do you understand?" She licks her lips and swallows before she answers with, "Yes, I understand." Jason notices that it is near closing and the gallery has emptied. His enthusiasm grows twofold with the anticipation of total privacy. Her body begins to slightly sway back and forth rubbing up against his. Her breathing increases as she feels a hand gently forcing her legs apart. She feels tickling on her inner thigh traveling toward her femininity, very lightly brushing her there, and then continuing up her other inner thigh. Back and forth several times, "his" fingers gliding, tickling and teasing. Sometimes more pressure is applied to produce a light massage, but still only a light brushing over her most sensitive area. Jason hears her soft moans caused by the sensations aroused in her. He commands that she verbalize her imagination. She breathes out, "tickles, soft inviting tickles," as she slowly thrusts her pelvis forward, her aching pussy begging for "him" to apply more pressure. "Yes, you want him to touch you; your tingling is building into throbbing. What else is happening?" And as Jason asks, he cleverly brings his hands up to cup each breast. A quick gasp of breath is inhaled as she pushes back into Jason, sending a rush directly into his manhood. She responds, "The one behind me is fondling my breasts. His fingers are pinching and massaging my nipples." Between low ohs and ahs she utters, "He is twisting, pulling them, with gentle play." She takes her own delicate hands and places them over Jason's and follows his movements for a few seconds. Then she guides them down to her sides, to her hips. She rocks slowly back and forth and moans out, "Oh, yes, that feels very nice. He is pulling me toward him." Jason suggests that she lie down on the soft grass and allow the men to pleasure her; to satisfy the hunger that is building in her. She leans back into his chest for support as she relaxes somewhat. She puckers her lips and begins kissing the air. Jason kisses her head, neck and cheeks, guiding and accompanying her through the fantasy. She exhales loudly with pleasurable moans, kissing her one friend passionately, sensuously. Simultaneously, she slides her hands seductively toward her inner thighs and begins to rub and stroke causing her dress to rise higher and higher. Jason moves his hands down to hers and takes control of the stroking. As he inches closer and closer, Jason feels the first trace of wetness on her inner thigh. His fingers find her lips, so smooth and silky, free of all hair. She is pantiless, naked, and her juice has begun to ooze from her. He caringly spreads her lips apart and feels her body tighten around his fingers as he enters her warm moistness. She begins to rock slowly to the rhythm of his strokes until she breaks into a full pumping motion and causes his excitement to increase with hers. He masterly moves his fingers in and out, tantalizing her clit on each outward stroke and enticing her sensitive special spot on each inward stroke. A few intense moments later she is ready to give herself completely to the fantasy friends in the painting and to Jason, the one who controls her absolutely. His breathing becomes more rapid like hers. In a sexy voice from deep within his throat he passionately dictates, "Tell me what you want." She draws a deep breath and exhales, "I want to have orgasm." He, more excitedly, commands, "Louder, what do you want?" Again, and more audibly, she pants out, "I want...to have...orgasm!" Jason is so excited he forgets where he is; he has become enthralled himself, wrapped up in this unbelievable hypnotic seduction. Keeping her on the edge just a tormenting moment longer, he asks, "Who controls you?" "You do," and in a fiery reply, she repeats, "You control me." "Must you obey me? "Yes, I must obey you," she wildly complies. Jason undeniably demands one last burning request, "You must ask me for permission to release." In a soft, almost pouty voice, she pleadingly cries, "Please may I have orgasm?" "You must beg me, show me you are ready." In a feverish pitch, she pushes out, "Please, I want to cum! I need to have orgasm now! Please allow me to cum now!" Granting her indulgence in the fantasy that he has created for her, Jason commands that she give herself to the friends in the painting and guides her to experience a pounding robust orgasm; one that radiates from her clitoral pulsations and uterine contractions to her tingling and eager nipples. It travels to her face, down her arms, and into her knees causing her to stiffen and then relax and subside into soft quivers and quakes. Jason allows her to beam with a warm afterglow. He then quietly proceeds to awaken her feeling refreshed and blissfully content. Of course she is instructed to remember nothing about this hypnotic session, but upon awakening, she can't help but feel a kindred connection to the women in Manet's "Luncheon on the Grass," especially the one looking and smiling at her. Jason, too, is overcome with gratification and satisfaction from the experience and from the newfound source of future arousals.