Hypnotic Control

Life was pretty good. At 33 years of age and still single, I had
achieved continual success in my burgeoning industrial law practice
and life was damn good. I drove the latest model Porsche, owned the
building in which I had my office and enjoyed the company of many
beautiful women.

It all changed when Julie, my personal assistant asked a strange
question.

"Have you ever had an eastern massage, Dan?" she said out of the blue
when we were going through the day's diary.

"What?" I asked, startled.

"An eastern massage, " Julie said with a dreamy look in her eyes.
"It's wonderful."

"I'm sure it is. Now, can we change this meeting with the Patent
Office?"

"Rumiko does them," she said, ignoring me. "She's very good at it and
you should have one, it will remove all that stress."

"I'm not stressed. Who the Hell is Rumiko, by the way?"

"Rumiko Araki, your tenant who rents the floor below us? You have met
her, haven't you?"

"I think so," I said and a picture of an older slightly plump woman
with Asian features came into my mind.

"She said you would enjoy a massage so I booked you in for Thursday."

"Well, you can cancel it, Julie. I'm not interested in massages. Now,
can we get back to work?"

I forgot all about it until Thursday when I saw Rumiko Arak scheduled
as the last appointment of the day. "Julie," I said, exasperated. "I
thought I told you to cancel that?"

She looked puzzled for a moment, then a strange look filled her face
while she spoke. "I called her and she was so nice but insisted you
needed a eastern massage. Rumiko has seen you many times and would
like to meet you so I left it in."

"Julie," I asked, concerned with her drowsy tone, "are you ok?"

She blinked and then smiled. "Sure, why?"

"No reason," I said, realising I was going to have to meet this Rumiko
but I was damn sure I wasn't having any stupid massage.

Rumiko greeted me in her reception area. "Dan," she said, smiling
warmly at me and I felt drawn to her dark eyes as she took my offered
hand. She was slightly shorter than I was, a little plump with long
black hair and she was dressed in a white smock, kind of like dentists
wear, and blue trousers.

"Rumiko?" I asked hesitantly and she bowed slightly.

"Correct. Rumiko Araki. I have seen you many times as you rush in an
out of this wonderful building you own. You are, if I may say so, a
very handsome young man with your blonde hair."

Strangely, I felt myself blushing. "That's kind of you, Ms Araki," I
blurted out and realising she was still holding my hand, withdrew it
from her clasp.

"Please, call me Rumiko and I will call you Danny. Follow me, please."
Stunned, I followed her through the door to a dimly lit room and
Rumiko gestured at a massage chair, which faced a wall covered by a
large oblong mirror. I opened my mouth to tell her I wasn't having any
massage but I didn't get a chance. "Remove your coat and tie, Danny,"
she said in that throaty mellow voice of hers, "and sit in the chair."

I did so while she busied her self behind me and soon a musky aroma
filled the air and soft music began. As her fingers gently started to
knead my shoulders. "So tense," she said and I felt myself relaxing as
the musky perfume and the low insistent beat of the music filled my
senses. "So very tense, you work so hard you must learn to relax," she
said softly and I closed my eyes. "Open your eyes, Danny, for a moment
and look at the light in the mirror." My eyes were drawn to a small
light reflected in the mirror that was slowly flashing in time with
the music. "Relax and watch the light," Rumiko's soft voice whispered
in my ear. "You are relaxing, you are drifting with music and the
light is beckoning you to your special resting place. Relax," she kept
saying while her gentle fingers alternated between caressing and
kneading my shoulders and neck.

Suddenly, the massage was over and I blinked my eyes, aware that the
music had stopped and the light had vanished. "All over," Rumiko said
switching on the lights. "How do you feel?"

I had to admit I felt wonderfully refreshed and very relaxed. "I feel
great," I enthused. "That was really fast."

"Fast?" Rumiko laughed. "It was over an hour."

Shocked, I looked at my wristwatch and saw she was right. "An hour?" I
stuttered. "But it felt like a minute or two."

She patted me on my arm and I tingled to the touch. "Danny," she said
in that soft voice, "my special eastern massage takes your mind to a
zone that allows you to divest yourself of pressures and control."

I laughed. "Almost sounds like hypnotism."

Rumiko smiled. "Yes," she said simply a sly smile on her face, "I
suppose it does."

"Well, thank you, Rumiko. Will you send me a bill?"

Rumiko bowed slowly. "No charge, it is my pleasure. Goodnight Danny."

I slept like a log that night and woke feeling so alive and so
refreshed. Whistling, I drove into the basement car park of my office
building and turned the engine off. I had arrive fifteen minutes
earlier than I usually did and was ready to dash over to the elevator
when a strange thing happened.

I couldn't get out of the car!

Desperately, I tried to get my arms to move to unlock the door but my
own body would not obey me. I sat in the car, my hands resting on the
steering wheel for about ten minutes while I tried to will my body to
move but with no success. Was this a stroke? Was I dying? A million
desperate thoughts ran through my mind while I sat staring at the
basement wall through the windscreen of my car.

The sound of another car riving into the basement drew my eyes to the
rear view mirror and I saw a dark coloured sedan park a few spaces
away from me. Suddenly, I found myself moving, getting out of my car
with my briefcase and walking to the sedan. With a flourish, I opened
the door and Rumiko, seated in the driver's seat, smiled up at me.
"Good morning Danny," she said swinging her legs out of the car to
stand beside me, her perfume washing over me.

"Good morning Rumiko," I croaked, picked up her bag, closed the door
and followed her to the elevator. She was dressed in an elegant
charcoal grey business suit and suddenly appeared to be so beautiful
that my heart leapt into my throat.

As she pressed the elevator buttons for both our floors, I suddenly
blurted out, "You are beautiful, Rumiko!"

Rumiko smiled at me as the elevator doors opened at her floor and took
her bag from me. "Thank you Danny, you are a cute boy yourself." She
held the door open, looked around the empty hall and smiled back at me
her dark eyes twinkling. "Look at my legs, Danny," she whispered and
my eyes watched her legs as she walked away.

As the door closed I was hit with a tidal wave of arousal, my cock
surging to rampant hardness and I was filled with a desperate need to
cum. I desperately rushed into my office, holding my briefcase in
front of me to hide the tent my trousers and slipped into my bathroom.
Eagerly, I dropped my trousers and gripped my cock with my hand and
started quickly jerking off, figuring it would take just a few
moments, as I had never been this aroused before.

I was wrong. Again and again, I got to the edge of orgasm, my arousal
building each time but I could not come. The act of fulfilment was
denied to me. Finally, depressed and angry, I dressed and returned to
my desk to try to concentrate on work while I puzzled over what had
occurred to me.

All morning I sat behind my desk as my cock remained hard and I was a
fever pitch of arousal with my mind filled with constant images of
Rumiko's beautiful face. To Julie's surprise, I cancelled
appointments, worked the telephone, grumpily declined her offer to go
out for lunch and ate at my desk. At the close of the day, I waved
goodbye to her and burrowed deep into my paperwork, my cock pounding
and still fully hard.

Suddenly, I stood and walked down to Rumiko's suite. Her door was open
and she was seated at a desk as if she was waiting for me, her legs
elegantly crossed and my cock surged again.

"What have you done to me?" I croaked, my body trembling.

"Hello, Danny," she smiled. "Having trouble with something?" Her eyes
travelled to the bulge in the front of my trousers.

"What have you done?" I repeated, face burning in embarrassment.

"Done? I am sure you can work it out but it is obvious I have taken
control of you." She smiled and, once again, I realised how beautiful
she was, even though I knew she had induced that feeling within me.

"Why?" I stammered. "Why?"

Rumiko shrugged. "Why not? You are a beautiful young man and I have a
penchant for blondes. I do what I want. Now," she stood and smiled at
me. "Would you like me to show you a way you get to cum?" She didn't
wait for an answer and walked into the massage room.

I stumbled in after her and she was seated on a chair, her legs
crossed, calmly waiting for me. "Take your clothes off," she murmured
and, driven mad by my pounding cock, I hurriedly complied and stood
naked before her. Her eyes fell to my throbbing cock, jutting from my
groin. "Nice," she said softly, "a natural blonde. You should kneel."
Flushing in embarrassment, I knelt naked before her and waited.
"Start," Rumiko said simply, a soft smile on her lips and, trembling
with arousal and humiliation, I started masturbating before this fully
clothed woman.

After a while of frantic stroking I was not any closer to coming and I
raised my eyes to her face in a unspoken desperate plea. Rumiko
smiled. "Look," she said in that soft voice uncrossed her legs and
opened them so I could see up her skirt, past the lace tops of the
stockings I now saw she wore. My eyes fell on the flash of white that
was her silky panties and I groaned as I rushed over the edge,
spurting over her floorboards as I pumped myself dry.

Rumiko smiled, adjusted her clothing and stood. "It's very simple,
Danny. You get to come when I put you in certain situations that only
I know. That was a free sample but next time my pleasure will come
first." A box of tissues dropped in front me and, humiliated, I wiped
up the result of my orgasm. "The bathrooms in there," Rumiko said and
I disposed of the sodden tissues, then slowly got dressed while she
watched me.

"What happens now?" I asked quietly.

"You will be available when I want and you will please me until I grow
tired off you. You can go now but I'll see you tomorrow night." I
looked puzzled and she laughed. "You'll know what time and how to get
there when the time comes."

Dejectedly, I walked to the door, her laughter following me. "Be
happy, Danny," she called. "I might never get tired of you and we may
get married. Who knows?"

I could still hear her laughter as I walked down the stairs to the car
park.