{"id":3900,"date":"2020-09-05T20:59:12","date_gmt":"2020-09-05T20:59:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/?p=3900"},"modified":"2020-10-01T02:14:08","modified_gmt":"2020-10-01T02:14:08","slug":"clarks-tale","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/clarks-tale\/","title":{"rendered":"Clark’s Tale"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"Clark was livid. Not that this was an unusual state for him to be in.\u00a0 Not at all.\u00a0 That was, ironically enough, really at the root of the current problem.\u00a0 Of course, with Clark, there was ALWAYS a problem, or a crisis or a situation, or SOMETHING that he (and ONLY he) could repair and set to right.\u00a0 This was because Clark was one of those self appointed \u201cGeneral Manager of the Universe\u201d types who felt that no one else was really capable or competent enough to get the job done, and done right; whatever that job was.\u00a0 He was a stereotypical hard-charger who would never admit to meeting his match \u2013 even if he had!\u00a0 He was about to have his male ego\u2019s perfect track record disrupted, however, and here is where our story begins.\u00a0 Here is where Clark\u2019s reign as \u201cLord and Master of All He Surveys\u201d would end, and he wouldn\u2019t even know it.<\/p>\n

Clark was a quintessential \u201cA-Type\u201d personality; cocky, self-will driven to the MAX, and only at home within his own skin when there was an imminent disaster, or some righteous indignation of some sort brewing in his head.\u00a0 It showed in his youthfully handsome face too, as the only facial lines set between his eyes from furrowing his brows nearly nonstop his entire life.\u00a0 At 220 pounds, and with his muscular frame , full head of light brown hair and boyish good looks, he looked like he could have been the high school quarterback-turned business man in his late 30\u2019s.\u00a0 In fact; Clark was 45.\u00a0 At his moment, however, he looked his age due to the anger he was experiencing.\u00a0 He was PISSED to the max.\u00a0 Pissed that the woman whose unique services he had hired and PAID to teach him aplomb in how to handle life\u2019s peaks and valleys was a charlatan, in his opinion.\u00a0 His EXPERT opinion.\u00a0 His all-knowing opinion.\u00a0 The ONLY opinion that mattered – to him.<\/p>\n

\u201cHypnotic siren my ASS!\u201d\u00a0 Clark growled aloud as he sat alone in his business study\/den at his home in Miami, Florida.\u00a0 His \u201clair,\u201d where he like to dream up all of his assaults on the world, his enemies, those who wouldn\u2019t do what the Hell he SAID, and exactly HOW he wanted the to do it!\u00a0 His hazel\/green eyes flashed as he read the letter from the woman he had me on-line through her web site ad, and whom he had contracted in an effort to use hypnosis in an attempt to curb his adrenaline-inspired way of looking at, and dealing with, life.\u00a0 He had undergone her on-line recording to the world of hypnotic \u201ctherapy\u201d (which was not particularly in expensive), and had undergone several telephone sessions with the \u201cGoddess Marquesa\u201d woman.\u00a0 All he felt he had gleaned from this expensive foray into the world of \u201cHypnotic Doms\u201d was an uneasy feeling that he needed\u2026 wanted\u2026 HAD to have something more, but could not for the life of him ascertain what that something was.\u00a0 So, as the controlling male spirit he was, he had DEMANDED a full and immediate refund of his money from Mistress Marquesa, Goddess Marquesa, or by God he would SUE her pretty, sexy little ass!<\/p>\n

Mistress Marquesa was much more than pretty, with her riveting and deeply compelling green eyes \u2013 eyes that many a man had lost his soul looking into, and her beautiful blonde hair, which was itself unusual for a \u201cFem-Dom,\u201d since most sport dark \u201cpower\u201d tresses.\u00a0 Then, too, was her femininely lithe and curvaceous figure; a figure that was featured, on any given night, in millions of men\u2019s dreams!\u00a0 Their romantic drams.\u00a0 Their lustful dreams.\u00a0 Their WET dreams!\u00a0 Still, with all these glorious female attributes,\u00a0 it was Still he sweetly, powerfully feminine voice combined with her magnificently complex man-manipulating skill of mind control which were her real stock and trade,\u00a0 It was that very trade which Clark had decided to end when he determined that he wasn\u2019t at all satisfied with the speed and progress with which Goddess Marquesa was performing his mental reshaping.\u00a0 She had just responded to his demand for a refund in what was her usual brief and concise manner; an email that merely informed Clark that he could have his investment back\u2026 but only if she was to deliver it to him in person, and it would be HIM that would have to come to HER!<\/p>\n

Clark banged the keys on his computer with five more times more force than was required to execute the response to her letter.\u00a0 \u201cDear Ms Tress,\u201d he began, mocking her title and taking a jab at her beautiful blonde hair, which she had previously told him she would alternatively wear up in a bun or down on her shoulders.\u00a0 \u201cI plan to be on the East Coast of Florida this coming week, and I will ABSOLUTELY stop in to see you while I am there.\u00a0 I expect a date and time from you promptly, informing me of what day and what time I may pick up my money, in full, which I have invested in YOUR fruitless program of personality alteration through hypnosis.\u201d\u00a0 With this \u201cNastygram\u201d done, Clark thought for a moment and then decided, \u201cMarquesa needs a heavy hand to keep her conception of reality\u2026 realistic!\u201d\u00a0 He grinned a mean smile, then clicked \u201csend\u201d on the overly harsh and sarcastic email.\u00a0 It was a matter of a couple of days before he had his reply, which consisted of a date and a time they would meet, and The Goddess Marquesa\u2019s home address.\u00a0 Mistress Marquesa had curiously made no reference to the tone he had set in his \u201cget tough\u201d email, which one would think was rather unusual for a Fem-Dom who was quite unaccustomed to allowing men to speak to her in such a manner.\u00a0 She actually even went on to suggest that they go out for drinks and dinner that evening as a consolation for her failure as his therapist!\u00a0 \u201cFine, I\u2019ll consider that\u2026\u201d growled Clark, \u201c\u2026 if she\u2019s buying!\u201d\u00a0 he mentally added with his best, \u201cI sure showed her !\u201d smile.\u00a0 He reread her short reply and copied down the information she had given him as to their meeting place and time, and then shut down his computer.\u00a0 \u201cShe sure too her sweet time,\u201d\u00a0 he thought as he prepared for his morning departure from M.I.A. for\u00a0 P.I.E.<\/p>\n

Part of Clark\u2019s preparation was a trip to Dadeland Mall in Kendall that same afternoon.\u00a0 Clark had a girlfriend out on the Gulf Coast, he remembered, and he decided to buy her a gift.\u00a0 Parking his company car in front of Burdines, he strolled in and walked directly to the Christian Dior cosmetics counter, where he selected a gorgeous gold tube encased beautiful red lipstick from their exclusive \u201cDioriphic\u201d line of makeup.\u00a0 It was a $22 lipstick, but Clark didn\u2019t give a thought to the high price or to not buying it.\u00a0 Not for a moment.\u00a0 He just wondered how he knew what would make the exact perfect gift for Mary, or had he just really lucked out and found what he vaguely knew he was looking for all along right away?\u00a0 \u201cNo matter.\u201d\u00a0 He shrugged, and he left for home.<\/p>\n

It was morning before he knew it, and the Super Shuttle put Clark at the airport fully an hour early, and in time for a cup of coffee and the morning Miami Herald.\u00a0 He was still wearing that wry smile on his face he had first grinned when he had read Mistress Marquesa\u2019s email detailing having dinner with him, as he boarded the commuter flight to Tampa.\u00a0 He was going to enjoy making her squirm a bit, and admit that her \u201csuperiority\u201d was but a ruse.\u00a0 That men were, are, and always will be the masters of this world.\u00a0 He even thought he would cram it down her throat (so to speak) that the hyper-anxious way that he approached living wasn\u2019t really the problem he initially thought it was at all when he had first sought her help.\u00a0 Maybe that was just the way men are, so that they can \u201cstay on top of things.\u201d\u00a0 Everything.\u00a0 It was the way THIS man was, anyway, and it was the way he was going to STAY damn it!<\/p>\n

The public attacks he had lived with for so long returned and wiped that smile off his face about ten minutes into the flight.\u00a0 It was terrible, and the feeling of anxiety;\u00a0 that something was horribly wrong, was overwhelming.\u00a0 Clark looked to his right from his window seat he had pirated away from its rightful owner, the woman who was now seated to the aisle side, and saw that she was napping.\u00a0 Clark decided that he would probably feel better if he checked the condition of the little article he had bought at Burdines for Mary.\u00a0 He had done that before and it had helped his anxiety then, and it seemed to have been instrumental in helping him drift off to sleep.\u00a0 As a matter of fact, he had slept with the pretty little lipstick in his hand that night!\u00a0 He removed the square gift box from his pocket and read the top of the box lid.\u00a0 \u201c013\u201d was all it said for the color of the lipstick he had bought for his cyber-sweetie.\u00a0 Clark removed the tube from the confines of its little box and nervously looked about again before admiring the beauty of the gold ribbed tube.\u00a0 Its metallic blue stripes banded beautifully around the ridges at the center of the tube of a woman\u2019s lip color, giving it a look of fine jewelry.\u00a0 This sophistication was belied by the lipstick\u2019s obscenely \u201csex-toy\u201d shaped and appearing bulbous end caps of shiny gold.\u00a0 Their perfect, super smooth, and semispherical shape looked like they were designed to especially massage a woman\u2019s sex and even penetrate her!\u00a0 It was terrifying for a man to buy, look at, or even hold such a feminine article, but Clark popped the cap even in the midst of his masculine-meets-feminine fright!\u00a0\u00a0 The red head of the lipstick beckoned him as he spied it hiding deep inside the tube, like the cervix-eye-view of a hard cock invading a woman\u2019s vagina.\u00a0 Putting the tube beneath his nose, Clark sniffed and inhaled the sweet scent of\u00a0 the deliciously scented cosmetic.\u00a0 \u201cAh, only a woman would think to be so sexy, so hot, so as to perfume her lips AND paint them this bright eye-catching red,\u201d thought Clark, as the scent made him woozy and peaceful, and as he drifted off to sleep.\u00a0 His cock throbbing noticeably, to anyone who happened to look, in his pants.<\/p>\n

It seemed only moments had passed when Clark awoke to find himself over the beautiful central Gulf Coast of Florida.\u00a0 The plane was getting ready to land, and he noticed with great embarrassment that the pretty stewardess who was leaning over they passenger he had argued out of her window seat was now looking at the lipstick he held in his hand!\u00a0 She had stopped her prelanding checks of passenger’s seat belts and seat positions to tell him that the plane was going to land, and that he would need to upright his seat.\u00a0 Having said this, Clark was mortified by the appearance of a rapidly spreading smile on her face.\u00a0 \u201cIs that a lipstick you are holding?\u00a0 Why, it is simply LOVELY!\u00a0 I\u2019m sure that will make some young woman VERY happy!\u00a0 It\u2019s a gift\u2026 Isn\u2019t it?\u201d\u00a0 she asked, with a very gregarious smile.\u00a0 Clark nearly choked in horror at the humiliation of being asked if the lipstick were a gift.\u00a0 What the hell did she think, that it was his?\u00a0 As several heads turned to look at the gentleman with the pretty tube of lipstick in his hand, he was barely able to blurt out, \u201cYes\u2026 It\u2019s\u2026\u00a0 for my girlfriend\u2026 I was just\u2026\u201d when he suddenly stopped in the middle of the sentence and gazed at the talkative woman\u2019s pretty lips.\u00a0 She had painted them red earlier that day, judging by how they were now stained.\u00a0 Bright, pure red.\u00a0 How pretty they must have been when her lipstick was fresh and her lips glossy and red, though Clark as he totally lost track of his thoughts.\u00a0 He merely responded with a mechanical \u201cYes\u201d to the stewardess\u2019s instructions to him, and complying immediately with her request to put his seat back in the upright position.\u00a0 She had walked back to her seat and buckled in before Clark realized that the lipstick was still in his hand and people were staring.\u00a0 He quickly returned it to it\u2019s little \u201clucky 013\u201d (he thought sarcastically) box, as that all too familiar frown returned to his face, furrowing his brow once again.<\/p>\n

It was barely twenty minutes later when the plane had already landed, taxied to the terminal, and he found himself now disembarking.\u00a0 As Clark made the line to exit the plane, he looked up and saw his stewardess face-to-face again.\u00a0 She stopped and reapplied her lipstick sometime between when she spoke to him and now, and looked absolutely radiant.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat lip color lights up her pretty face like a Christmas tree!\u201d\u00a0 Clark thought, as he brazenly glared at her glossy mouth.\u00a0 \u201cPlease fly with us again!\u2019 She happily told him as she reached out and took his hand with her small, warm one, almost losing it completely in his large manly grasp.\u00a0 \u201cYes\u2026 I will,\u201d Clark said, suddenly glassy-eyed as he gazed momentarily into her blue eyes, then for a much longer time at her carefully painted mouth:\u00a0 her beautiful mouth, glistening with lots of sweet red lipstick.\u00a0 A mouth that directed him to fly with her airline again.\u00a0 Clark wondered if her lips were scented as prettily as they looked, and if they were as indescribably wonderful to kiss as they appeared to be.\u00a0 He would have done anything to find out at that very moment, and done anything those lips told him to do. Anything.<\/p>\n

\u201cStill a little glassy-eyed from your in-flight snooze there, eh chum?\u00a0 Where are you trying to go?\u201d\u00a0 asked the gate person as Clark stepped into the terminal.\u00a0 \u201cI, uh, need to change my tickets:\u00a0 Where are the ticket counters?\u201d\u00a0 The male attendant pointed the way, and Clark went to the counter of the airline he had booked his return flight on, which was different than the one he had just used to get there.\u00a0 It had cost more to do it that way, but it was the only flight fitting his schedule needs .\u00a0 That suddenly didn\u2019t seem at all important now, and he cashed in his ticket for a rerouting of his return trip on the original airline.<\/p>\n

Hailing a taxi , Clark made the trip to his hotel, where he had time to shower and freshen up.\u00a0 He knew he didn\u2019t need to, but he shaved again anyway, just to \u201cWow\u201d Marquesa with his clean shaven good looks.\u00a0 Next, he put on his best business suit with matching pants, and a colorful silk tie with a gold collar tie clasp.\u00a0 He put a sparing splash of Dior\u2019s \u201cFahrenheit\u201d on his face, running his now cleanly scented hands through the salt-and-pepper hair on the sides, and the light brown hair on the top of his head.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 He grinned at himself in the mirror, looking into his own hazel eyes as he pondered just who was going to be in control at THIS meeting Ms Marquesa was about to have!\u00a0 Dropping Mary\u2019s gift into his pocket, and slipping on a shiny black pair of SAS loafers, he headed out the door for his \u201cdate.\u201d<\/p>\n

The taxi had him at Mistress Marquesa\u2019s address in 20 minutes flat, and Clarke thanked the cabbie with a generous tip.\u00a0 A stock tip.\u00a0 The cabbie was not half as amused as Clark was by the cruel and arrogant humor, but Clark was still chuckling as he knocked on Mistress Marquesa\u2019s door.\u00a0 She had a bell button, but he always liked the macho acting out of a good knuckle banging against a heavy wood door and the personal space invasion it performed on the occupant.\u00a0 His smile took on a hard edge as the door opened without a word spoken by that occupant, and he found himself stepping in behind the beautiful blonde woman who paid his door banging no mind at all.\u00a0 She shot him a stern and businesslike glance, however, as she instructed him to follow her into the house.\u00a0 In route to her room, she informed Clark the was either early, or she was late, but \u2013 either way:\u00a0\u00a0 She needed to finish getting ready.\u00a0 Clark followed the shapely woman as her body wriggled and swayed seductively beneath the thin black gossamer of fabric she wore.\u00a0 It was much more than an elegant looking black dress evolved into evening attire.\u00a0 It had an air of power, of potent sexuality, of kinkiness about it that Clark couldn\u2019t put his finger on exactly, since he was not much versed on this genre of the sexual scene at all.\u00a0 He proved this with his shameless eyeing of her bottom as he stayed in tow behind her, admitting it every step of the way, and in all of its lush feminine glory.\u00a0 \u201cDraped and wrapped so tightly and beautifully\u00a0 as it was, what man wouldn\u2019t gawk?\u201d he thought, as the shiny black heeled boots click-clicked down the hard floored hallway.\u00a0 They entered her lovely bedroom, where she motioned for him to be seated in a chair she had set beside her makeup table.\u00a0 He sat first, arrogant creature that he was, and she glided down softly into her makeup chair ignoring his rudeness.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo, we finally meet.\u201d Said the beautiful woman with the full bun of blonde hair worn up on her head, as she picked her makeup sponge back up and returned to stroking on the cool feeling special liquid foundation she used to prepare her face for her most dramatic \u201cnight time date\u201d effect.\u00a0 Clark looked at her, admiring how pretty she looked without the benefit of cosmetics.\u00a0 What he didn\u2019t know, foolish male that he was, was that she had already applied a subtle coat of a half dozen different makeup articles just before he arrived, just to give that \u201cno-makeup\u201d makeup effect!\u00a0 He was vaguely anxious to see her face fully adorned with whatever cosmetics a real live Fem-Dom wears on a date with a client, but broke that train of thought as his intellect got the better of him.\u00a0 \u201cYou know, we don\u2019t HAVE to go out, Madam M.\u201d\u00a0 he said, feigning little emotion.\u00a0 That was an act of self-preservation that he didn\u2019t recognize for what it was, and was his male mind\u2019s last attempt to warn him of the debacle that was soon to come.<\/p>\n

\u201cI am not a \u201cMadam,\u201d Mr \u201cMan!\u201d\u00a0 I am a Goddess.\u00a0 A female Dominatrix, A hypnotherapist.\u00a0 A \u201cMistress\u201d perhaps,, but definitely NOT a \u201cMadam.\u201d\u00a0 And I am\u2026 a woman.\u201d\u00a0 Clark sneered and angrily blurted out, \u201cI\u2019ll buy whatever you say, \u201cGoddess\u201d, but I have a problem with the hypnotist part of your self description, and you know it!\u201d\u00a0 The beautiful woman in black deflected the comment by the angry man with a wry smile, and continued:\u00a0 \u201cWe we can simply agree on the \u201cwoman part, can\u2019t we?\u00a0 I mean, as you can see by what I am doing now:\u00a0 how much more female practice can a woman possibly engage in, other than applying her lovely makeup?\u00a0 How much more soothingly narcotic in an exquisitely sexual and feminine way can you imagine ANYTHING to be than this?\u201d\u00a0 That beautiful Marquesa woman had somehow switched her liquid makeup sponge for a soft powder puff without his noticing, and was dabbing it into her big compact of face powder.\u00a0 She had looked away from his eyes and back into her mirror when he realized this, but he thought nothing of the momentary lapse in awareness and memory\u2026 She was smiling coyly, almost as if she were having fun toying with someone.\u00a0 She was.<\/p>\n

Clark shook his head slightly and returned to watching Mistress Marquesa doing her face as she seemed to disappear into a cloud of sweetly scented powder, only to emerge flawlessly complexioned and ready for her truly colorful cosmetic applications once the powder puff had worked its magic.\u00a0 Clark was a little annoyed at how he felt himself responding to this woman before him, and suddenly threw out a anxious, \u201cI\u2026 I just need to get my refund, Madam\u2026 Mistress\u2026 whatever.\u00a0 We can do that now, and I can be on my way and you can go out or go about your business:\u00a0 I don\u2019t care.\u00a0 We don\u2019t need to\u2026\u201d but he suddenly stopped short, in mid sentence, as the lovely woman turned to face him and looked deeply into his eyes.\u00a0 She had her eye shadow brush in her red tipped fingers now, and she already had it loaded up with the smoky colored powder destined to adorn her eyelids.\u00a0 \u201cClark, dear:\u00a0 we are GOING to dinner together, and that is that, do you understand?\u201d\u00a0 she asked as she appeared to use his eyes as a mirror to apply her makeup.\u00a0 She continued staring deep into Clark\u2019s eyes as she began stroking the shimmering and deep hued eye color on to her carefully prepared and powdered eyelids.\u00a0 Over and over, the dainty little soft tipped swab sensuously stroked her delicate skin; starting at the corner near the bridge of her nose, arcing out to, and even slightly beyond the very corner of her eyes where her flawlessly and provocatively arched eyebrows ended, giving her eyes a dramatic cat-like effect.\u00a0 \u201cThere\u2026 there\u2026 that\u2019s better.\u00a0 You seem quieter now, my darling man.\u00a0 Much quieter, and that is good.\u00a0 There is peace in a woman\u2019s eyes, is there not?\u201d\u00a0 Not waiting for the spell bound man to answer, Marquesa continued: \u201cYes, peace.\u00a0 Peace and surrender.\u00a0 Surrender to the strength of a man\u2019s attraction to a woman, a beautiful woman.\u00a0 You are in full control of your masculine desire, your desire for me, as you stare deeply into my eyes, aren\u2019t you, my sweet?\u201d\u00a0 Marquesa didn\u2019t wait for the now glassy-eyed man to respond.\u00a0 \u201cKeep looking into my eyes and you will find peace\u2026 the peace we spoke of on the telephone.\u00a0 I know, you can\u2019t remember, but you will, my sweet, you will, and very soon.\u00a0 Soon you will find the answers to life you have been looking for, that you came to me seeking.\u00a0 Very, very soon\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Clark was totally mute, his lips parted, his breathing shallow and fast, but rapidly slowing.\u00a0 Mistress Marquesa outstretched one long and red finger nailed hand and lightly stroked his pants once, where she had thought she saw movement indicating his cock was hardening and throbbing.\u00a0 It was, and she smiled as her soft, warm hand ever so lightly stroked his cock once more, just to ensure the effect she was having on him was what she desired.\u00a0 His cock pulsed and throbbed upwards, causing his pants to jump as her hand retreated, as if it were slapping back the feminine touch which had come and disturbed it\u2019s slumber.\u00a0 Goddess Marquesa (and now it was clear she was, indeed, a Goddess) chuckled softly, with a sweetly feminine laugh, as she returned her attention to her makeup mirror.\u00a0 She continued to speak to him and look into his eyes through use of the mirror\u2019s reflection.\u00a0 \u201cI want you now, my angry little Clark darling, to just watch my face as I apply my makeup.\u00a0 Pay special attention to my eyes\u2026 my beautiful, magnetic, green woman\u2019s eyes.\u00a0 It is for you, you know, for man\u2019s benefit, that we do this\u2026 this making up of our faces.\u00a0 Tonight it is just for you, though, my pet.\u00a0 I want to look lovely, for you.\u00a0 Look.\u00a0 To look.\u00a0 Lovely.\u00a0 Look at me.\u00a0 Just for you.\u00a0 Look how lovely.\u00a0 Look\u2026 Look\u2026 Look\u201d\u00a0 The now whispering witch now had lulled her male victim into a light trance as she began applying her dark black liquid eyeliner.\u00a0 She had already lined under her eyes with her pencil, and now she slowly traced a tiny, tiny little brush along her lash line, beginning where she had begun with her eye shadow, leaving a thick black line of icy cool eyeliner which instantly dried to a matte streak.\u00a0 The effect was that her eyes immediately became irresistible magnets for Clark\u2019s, or ANY man\u2019s eyes, for that matter, but it were Clark\u2019s which were now held fast and trapped by this hypnotic vision of womanhood looking at him in the mirror!<\/p>\n

Marquesa smiled and her now lightly hypnotized prey, and gently instructed him to pick up her cosmetics clutch from her vanity.\u00a0 Clark did so, and set it in his lap.\u00a0 \u201cGood\u2026 very good:\u00a0 There is no need for you to be frightened of a woman\u2019s makeup: it won\u2019t hurt you!\u201d\u00a0 Marquesa taunted.\u00a0 \u201cI want you to hand me that little black tube; the long thin one.\u00a0 That\u2019s it\u2026 it is my mascara\u2026 for my eyelashes; to make them longer, lusher, more hypnotic \u2013 for YOU!\u201d\u00a0 Clark\u2019s heart raced as he was forced to assist in his own domination by this mesmerizing beauty.\u00a0 He rummaged in the stuffed full of woman\u2019s cosmetics kit, looking for her mascara wand, as instructed.\u00a0 When he had finished touching countless little feminine tubes and compacts, he was dripping with sweat from the tension, the fear.\u00a0 It was such a relief to finally find his tormentor\u2019s mascara and to hand it to her\u2026 to be done going through a woman\u2019s makeup kit.\u00a0 Marquesa smiled broadly, fixing Clark ever deeper with her beautifully painted and lined eyes.\u00a0 This was going to be LOTS of fun, she thought, as she resumed her hypnotic induction on the helpless man before her.<\/p>\n

\u201cI want you to continue to look into my eyes, Clark.\u201d\u00a0 Said the ravishing Marquesa.\u00a0 She now once again turned to face him, this time with a long tube in her picturesquely beautiful hands,\u00a0 With a twist and a \u201cpop\u201d she removed her mascara wand and leaned forward so that her face was only about a foot and a half from his.\u00a0 Once again appearing to use his eyes as her makeup mirror, she began making feathery strokes at her already lush lashes.\u00a0 Marquesa\u2019s head was tilted slightly back, her lips provocatively parted as she made her lashes even longer, thicker, darker with every little dab and poke at them with her magic wand.\u00a0 She placed the mascara tube in Clark\u2019s hand \u2013 forcibly \u2013 and instructed him to hold it for her, returning after doing each coat on an eye\u2019s lashes to load up the wand with cosmetic again.\u00a0 With a push, and an in-and-out motion which was accompanied by the same \u201cschlocka schlocka\u201d sound that a penis makes as it works in and out of a vagina, the wand would reappear with a \u2018POP!\u2019\u00a0 ready to paint again.\u00a0 All the while, through three full coats of mascara on each set of lashes, she continued to purr and coo at her now entranced prey.\u00a0 \u201cYes\u2026 yes\u2026 that\u2019s it, my darling!\u00a0 Doesn\u2019t it just feel so wonderful, so lovely to let go, to stop thinking?\u00a0 How can you possibly resist the sight of a pretty woman putting on her makeup?\u00a0 Don\u2019t I look lovely; soft\u2026 feminine as I powder, paint and primp for you?\u00a0 How could you possibly be frightened?\u00a0 I think a man misses so much in life, not being able to enjoy the things that a woman sometimes takes for granted:\u00a0 the feel of a soft makeup sponge on her face\u2026 soothing and stroking\u2026 making all your cares float away with every soft, cool swipe.\u00a0 The gentle caress of a powder puff on your cheek, with it\u2019s precious cargo of perfumed face powder to make you feel and look so pretty.\u00a0 And this\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Mistress Marquesa picked up her blush compact from the kit in Clark\u2019s lap, clicked it open, and removed a small brush.\u00a0 She set the compact in Clark\u2019s hand, as she had done with the mascara.\u00a0 Swiping the broad little brush several times over the square of pressed blush powder, she passed in under his nose.\u00a0 \u201cAll of our makeup, a woman\u2019s makeup, is perfumed, Clark!\u00a0 We love to smell pretty, and smell pretty things!\u00a0 Putting on makeup is such a soothing, gratifying, fulfilling experience for a woman!\u00a0 Can you smell the perfume in my blush?\u201d\u00a0 Clark answered her question with a soft, \u201cYes\u2026 pretty\u2026\u201d\u00a0 and she rewarded him with a \u201cGood boy!\u201d\u00a0 before swiping the brush slowly, at first, over the apple of her cheeks, the progressively faster, almost as if she were angry.\u00a0 Clark\u2019s eyes followed her cosmetic application closely, and he seemed to be struggling to keep his eyes open, more and more, as her pace of application quickened and the soft brush dusted he high cheekbones faster and faster.\u00a0 The Goddess Marquesa was now smiling slyly, ominously, and had lowered her now hypnotically painted eyelids half way as she gazed at her male prey, assessing the state of his entrancement.\u00a0 He was hers now, and it was time to take the headstrong male down:\u00a0 down all the way into total hypnotic submission!<\/p>\n

\u201cKeep looking into my eyes, Clark:\u00a0 You can\u2019t look away, you must NOT look away!\u201d\u00a0 Several times she worked the brush into the lovely colored and scented cosmetic and then applied it to her prettily tinted cheeks, all the while glowering at Clark.\u00a0 \u201cSee my cheek color growing deeper\u2026 deeper\u2026 deeper\u2026 redder and redder, making my face harder and harder not to gaze at in awe and fascination?\u00a0 With every stroke, my face takes on more and more feminine power.\u00a0 Yes, my sweet, sweet man:\u00a0 you understand now, don\u2019t you?\u00a0 Mmmmmmm!\u00a0 How lovely, how safe, how secure you feel in the presence of a pretty woman as she paints her face.\u00a0 How you love to gaze and relax, more and more relaxed, peaceful, with every stroke of the brush, a puff, a wand\u2026 So soothing, so relaxing, so pleasant, and yet so exciting!\u00a0 Keep staring into my eyes Clark, dear.\u00a0 Deeper.\u00a0 Deeper into my eyes, my pretty painted eyes.\u00a0 Deeper.\u00a0 Deeper.\u00a0 Sleep now\u2026 Sleep\u2026 Sleep\u2026 Deep deep sleep, but you can\u2019t close your eyes!\u00a0 You are so deeply asleep, listening only to my voice and looking as deeply as you can into my eyes.\u00a0 Deeper into sleep, my dear boy.\u00a0 Deeper and deeper into sweet, sweet sleep.\u00a0 You cannot resist me, my love.\u00a0 You cannot look away from my eyes nor resist my voice.\u00a0 My sweet siren\u2019s voice, the voice you have dreamed of.\u00a0 The voice you long to obey, without question.\u201d\u00a0 Marquesa had begun to stroke Clark\u2019s face with her hands deepening his trance, her hands wandering all about his face and forehead, his neck and hair.\u00a0 Clark\u2019s eyes faltered in their gaze, lost focus, and began to close.\u00a0 Marquesa immediately caught that, and responded: \u201cNot yet, my pet, not yet:\u00a0 You cannot close your eyes yet!\u00a0 I want you to continue staring into my eyes and tell me why you are here.\u201d<\/p>\n

Clark was lost in those huge green mesmerizing eyes, his conscious mind was now clicked completely off.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2026 I am here on business, and to get my money back\u2026 from you\u2026\u201d\u00a0 He said slowly.\u00a0 Mistress Marquesa smiled as she set her blush brush back in its case and took the case from Clark\u2019s hand, closing it with a snap that made his cock bounce in his slacks again, and setting it back into her little makeup kit.\u00a0 \u201cClark:\u00a0 What business do you have in Tampa?\u201d\u00a0 the Goddess cooed.\u00a0 \u201cIsn\u2019t it true you just asked for a week off from work and flew up here just to see me?\u201d\u00a0 Marquesa smiled broadly.\u00a0 Clark looked stunned, and answered, \u201cI\u2026 I\u2026 \u201c\u00a0 as he frowned, trying to remember what business he had in Tampa.\u00a0 He had never had business there before.\u00a0 Goddess Marquesa saved him from his hypnotized agony:\u00a0 \u201cClark, you are here because I willed you to be here.\u00a0 You are very strong willed, a man who is used to getting his way, OR ELSE, aren\u2019t you?\u201d\u00a0 \u201cYes\u2026\u201d answered Clark.\u00a0 \u201cYes what, Clark, darling?\u00a0 Yes Mistress?\u00a0 No\u2026 I want you to call me Goddess.\u00a0 Yes GODDESS!\u00a0 That is how I want you to address me from this point on, do you understand me, my little makeup boy?\u201d\u00a0 Goddess Marquesa continued with her piercing gaze into the hypnotized man\u2019s eyes.\u00a0 \u201cYes Goddess Marquesa.\u201d\u00a0 Clark obediently replied, his eyelids impossibly heavy with the desire to sleep, and the command to keep them open his Mistress gave him was the only thing keeping them from closing.\u00a0 \u201cClark, I do believe you understand how to address me now, and I think we are clear on why you are here.\u00a0 You are here because I summoned you to me, through my hypnotic control of you.\u00a0 I have been hypnotizing you, at will, since you first contacted me and listened to my recordings.\u00a0 You belong to me, my love, entirely to me.\u00a0 You don\u2019t want a refund of any money, any more than I want to give it to you, do you understand?\u00a0 This is not about money, none of this is:\u00a0 it is about power.\u00a0 A woman\u2019s rightful power over the weaker sex:\u00a0 MEN!\u201d\u00a0 Clark shuddered.\u00a0 He was trapped.\u00a0 Totally.\u00a0 Her words were feeding directly into the deepest centers of his mind, programming him to her specifications and liking.\u00a0 She was a witch, and she had him under her spell.<\/p>\n

\u201cClark, dear, I believe you brought me\u2026 a gift?\u201d\u00a0 smiled the beautifully made up and incredibly hypnotic-eyed woman.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2026 I have a gift\u2026 for my girlfriend, Mary.\u201d\u00a0 Said Clark as he tried to brace himself to resist her demanding his Mary\u2019s gift from him.\u00a0 \u201cClark, dear\u2026 where does Mary live?\u201d\u00a0 smiled the Goddess Marquesa, her made up and powdered lips wanting only for the application of a woman\u2019s lipstick to be the finishing touch on her spell.\u00a0 \u201cShe lives on\u2026 the West Coast, Goddess.\u201d\u00a0 Replied Clark as he fought hard to maintain some control over where this conversation was going.\u00a0 \u201cClark:\u00a0 Your girlfriend lives on the west coast alright.\u00a0 OF FLORIDA!\u201d\u00a0 The gorgeously beautiful Goddess in the hypnotic makeup threw her head back and laughed wickedly as she saw the shock in Clark\u2019s face.\u00a0 \u201cYou bought that lipstick because I TOLD you to, my little hypno-slave, my little makeup lover!\u201d\u00a0 Clark desperately want to be able to look away from this mesmerizing beauty\u2019s face now, but he could not.\u00a0 No matter how hard he tried, she held him with her gaze as she reached up and undid the clasp holding her golden locks of silky hair, which promptly spilled about her shoulders and framed her face in a liquid and most fetching way.\u00a0 Reaching on to her vanity, she picked up a flagon of her favorite (her ONLY perfume for this occasion) and sprayed it into her soft tresses, her neck, her breasts, the cool droplets of mesmerizingly heady and potent scent raining down on her soft white skin.\u00a0 \u201cClark, I want you to show me MY gift now.\u00a0 RIGHT now.\u201d\u00a0 The perfumed Goddess demanded curtly and with a sexy sneer.\u00a0 Cl;ark obeyed, never letting his eyes leave hers as he removed the lipstick from his pocket, then from it\u2019s box.\u00a0 \u201cShow it to me, my love!\u201d\u00a0 commanded the lovely woman still holding her perfume bottle in her hand, as if ready to apply more at any moment, or as it were a weapon to be sprayed at an unruly male.\u00a0 \u201cShow me MY new Dior lipstick!\u201d\u00a0 Marquesa now had the slight sound of adrenaline-induced excitement in her voice.\u00a0 Her free hand dropped to her panties, which she easily found under her skirt, and pinched, then massaged her swollen, blood engorged mound.\u00a0 Her panties were drenched with her sexual excitement, the musky scent of her pheromones taking their toll on her already lost little captive male.<\/p>\n

Clark removed the cap from the lipstick and swiveled up the red phallic-shaped cosmetic at their eye level, for both of them to see.\u00a0 \u201cMmmm, how pretty, and I just KNOW it is delightfully perfumed, my pet:\u00a0 smell it for me.\u00a0 Smell my lipstick and tell me how lovely it is!\u00a0 Is it as lovely as this?\u201d she asked as she playfully sprayed her captive and very, very deeply mesmerized man with her sexy and VERY feminine perfume mist before recapping the bottle and setting it back down on her vanity.\u00a0 \u201cYes\u2026 I want you to sniff my pretty new lipstick for me.\u201d\u00a0 Clark shuddered, tried to resist, yet the lipstick made its way to under his nose by his own hand anyway.\u00a0 He sniffed it and immediately felt dizzy from sheer sexuality intoxicating nature of a man sniffing an entrancingly perfumed (and it was) woman\u2019s lipstick.\u00a0 \u201cOh, God, Goddess\u2026 it is so\u2026 beautiful!\u00a0 I\u2026 I want to\u2026\u201d\u00a0 \u201cAnd you will, my love; you will get to taste it \u2013 and maybe not in the way you might think!\u201d\u00a0 a gloating Marquesa said, as she threw her wickedly beautiful head back, blonde hair spilling down her back, and laughed.<\/p>\n

\u201cI want you to\u2026 watch me as I apply my lipstick, my love.\u00a0 You cannot take your eyes off my mouth\u2026 you MUST watch as my lips become perfume scented, glossy and red with the lovely lipstick YOU have brought to me!\u00a0 Clark, darling, when I am done applying this lipstick, I am going to give YOU a gift.\u00a0 A gift I have never given any other client.\u00a0 I am going to let you taste my lipstick, just like you have dreamed of ever since I put that thought in your mind while hypnotizing you over the phone.\u00a0 I am going to let you feel, taste and smell the lipstick that has kept your fears at bay, your anxiety under control:\u00a0 the lipstick you have curled up with and cradled as if it were\u2026 a woman,\u00a0 As if it were\u2026 ME!\u00a0 I know, because I MADE you do that!\u00a0 I have hypnotized you over the telephone and used my lipstick to control you, to keep you near to me, to enslave you to my will from afar!\u201d\u00a0 Goddess Marquesa laughed naughtily as she paused in this moment of her glory before continuing.\u00a0 \u201cClark, I am going to kiss you on your mouth.\u00a0 When I do, you are going to have an orgasm.\u00a0 You may masturbate now, but you will not be able to cum until I kiss you, do you understand, my sweet pet?\u201d\u00a0 Clark answered immediately:\u00a0 \u201cYes Goddess\u2026 I will\u2026 cum when you kiss me.\u201d<\/p>\n

The spellbound man removed his fully erect and throbbing cock from his pants, and his new owner saw that her pet had precum oozing from his cock slit already, in preparation for lubricating its was into the vagina it was never going to see.\u00a0 He was her pet, and pets don\u2019t fuck their owners.\u00a0 NONE of Goddess Marquesa\u2019s clients ever got to do that, but they DID get to cum all over themselves for her amusement.\u00a0 \u201cThat\u2019s it\u2026 cooed the Goddess, as she wrapped her soft, warm hand around his and showed him by demonstration how hard he was to grip his own cock, how quickly to milk it, and how long his pumping strokes would be.\u00a0 After she had him going, masturbating himself as he sat in the chair facing her at her makeup table, his precum oozing down his cock and hand onto his best trousers, she released his hand and began painting her lips with the incredible lipstick.\u00a0 She began with her upper lip, as she stared deep into his eyes.\u00a0 From dead center up to the Cupid\u2019s Bow\u2019s arches, the \u201ckissing spot\u201d a man aimed for when kissing a woman\u2019s mouth, then on out in a sensuous sweeping arc to the far corners of her wickedly sexy mouth.\u00a0 Over and over she went, applying far more lipstick than she needed to for the totally devastating effect she was shooting for.\u00a0 Clark was the one who would be \u201cshooting for\u201d that effect, as he continued madly pumping his cock, groaning in ecstatic agony, his orgasm being super humanly held at bay by her hypnotic suggestion that he would not be able to cum until she kissed him\u2026 Her lipsticking\u00a0 maddeningly continued, as she started at the left corner of her lower lip now, sweeping all the way out her mouth\u2019s outermost edges and across its entire lush expanse, then reversing direction once the red head of the gorgeous lipstick reached the far corner, only to glide back to its starting point, but this time floating on a rick coating of bright red lipstick. \u00a0Her lips looked matte red for an instant, before exploding into a fragrant man-magnet of glossy red color as the cosmetic melted from the heat of her mouth, taking on a molten fire appearance with the heat of her lust fueled by her rabid desire to possess this man.<\/p>\n

The Goddess Marquesa was smiling broadly as she put the finishing touches on her lipstick, using her lips reflection in the deeply hypnotized man\u2019s eyes as her mirror.\u00a0\u00a0 It was time for his big surprise, the clincher that would ensure this man would be her willing and obedient little hypno slave for ever.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019ll bet he never saw THIS one coming when he got on that plane!\u201d\u00a0 she thought, as she pressed her heavily painted lips slowly together and then let them drift back apart, evenly distributing her lipstick all over her mouth for the hypnotized man\u2019s benefit.\u00a0 The Goddess was now furiously masturbating herself, her fingers buried deep in her swollen and drenched labial lips as she completed her hypnotic incantation on this man she had chosen to be her special pet just because of his great male arrogance and, \u201cI am superior to women, to EVERYONE\u201d attitude.<\/p>\n

Her voice shook with adrenaline at her own approaching orgasm as she once again commanded her slave, \u201cClark, when I kiss you, which will be just as soon as I finish this final instruction to you, you will cum\u2026 and\u2026 you will fall in love with me!\u00a0 Yes!\u00a0 That is what I want: I want you to fall deeply, helplessly in love with me:\u00a0 deeper in love than you have ever been before\u2026 as deep as possibly imaginable!\u00a0 Clark, darling:\u00a0 YOU WILL BE MY LOVE SLAVE\u2026 FOREVER!\u00a0 KISS ME\u2026 KISS ME\u2026 NOW!\u201d\u00a0 the beautiful hypno-dominatrix commanded of her man-toy!<\/p>\n

Clark was crying, tears running down his cheeks.\u00a0 His life, as he knew it was over.\u00a0 His mind was doing, in these thirty-some-odd minutes, a complete 180 degree reversal of direction.\u00a0 Of being.\u00a0 He was no longer the one that would be calling the shots.\u00a0 No longer doing the \u201cfind \u2018em, feel \u2018em, fuck \u2018em, leave \u2018em\u201d selfish playboy lifestyle with the ladies.\u00a0 He knew he was going to fall ever so maddenly and deeply in love with the very woman who he thought he had hired to work for him, the very woman who now tormented him to the brink of insanity.\u00a0 He had bee teetering on orgasm now for the last five minutes, and hot semen was flowing freely,, in pulsing eruptions, from his tortured, throbbing cock as he milked it in the way his Goddess had shown him with her blessed hand.\u00a0 Goddess Marquesa\u2019s lush red lips filled his mind as they approached his.\u00a0 He heard his own groaning, his crying as her red-red oh-so red mouth paused mere millimeters from his lips.\u00a0 The perfume from the molten hot lipstick on her waiting mouth filled his head\u2026 and then it happened.\u00a0 Suddenly.\u00a0 Without warning.\u00a0 Triggered by the onslaught of her orgasm, Goddess Marquesa\u2019s mouth suddenly pressed forward into his, and he tasted the sweet bitterness of a woman\u2019s lipstick; HER lipstick, just as he had dreamed of every night since he first spoke to her on the telephone.\u00a0 He remembered now, for an instant, then it was as if time itself had stopped and the universe had exploded \u2013 the universe he once commanded.\u00a0 He heard his Mistress groaning, SCREAMING loudly, as she responded to her ultimate power over him\u2026 as well as her own marauding fingers as they worked on her spasming wet sex\u2026 by having an orgasm\u2026 an orgasm just as he was now suddenly allowed to have!<\/p>\n

Clark knew he was \u201chome,\u201d as he kissed those red hot painted lips.\u00a0 His pain, his anger were gone.\u00a0 Control was no longer important or relevant, and he didn\u2019t have it even if it was anyway.\u00a0 His orgasm rocked him as he came all over his $600 suit, spilling spurt after spurt of steaming hot and musky-scented semen all over his shirt, jacket and slacks.\u00a0 One projectile spurt actually hit his lower jaw and tie as his Mistress sucked the semen from his body with her kiss.\u00a0 His screams were muffled by the lips of his Mistress, his Goddess: the woman he loved more than life itself.\u00a0 The woman he suddenly loved deeper than he ever imagined possible to love a woman.\u00a0 She was all he would ever again be able to think about in life:\u00a0 pleasing her and making her happy, making her proud of her little Clarkie.\u00a0 He adored the feeling of her hot staining lipstick all over his mouth, her various perfumed cosmetics creating a cacophony of delightfully feminine sensual experiences and feelings within his mind, making him fall that much deeper in love with her at every sniff\u2026 and with every spurt.\u00a0 He was hers now, and he knew it.\u00a0 And he would offer little resistance to whatever her plans for him were, and he knew she had plans.\u00a0 As the last of his semen pulsed from his throbbing cock and onto his hand and clothing, he saw the face of his Goddess, flushed and panting, backing slowly away from his.\u00a0 The last thing he heard of knew before the darkness overtook him was Goddess Marquesa\u2019s now husky sounding voice as she spoke the words he longed to hear more than any others in the universe: \u201cYou may close your eyes now, Clark.\u00a0 Close your eyes and sleep.\u00a0 Sleep for me.\u00a0 Deep, deep restful sleep, until I instruct you to do otherwise, you will sleep\u2026<\/p>\n

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The end?\u00a0 Of part #1, anyway! *S* Mistress: do you like?\u00a0 Approve?\u00a0 I worked on it all weekend!\u00a0 It\u2026 made me very hot and longing to be hypnotized by you!\u00a0 Soon!<\/p>\n

Love, Clark S.<\/p>\n

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