 "Mrs wet White, why do you come here still wet each week?" I had interrupted her and she wet looked around at wet me before settling wetgirl back.
 "Yes. Yes." A little too quickly. She continued, "I am happy for you to do that."
 "It arouses me." My face dropped wet in astonishment. If she had been aware of me I girl am sure she would have girl laughed. "It's the idea that you could control me when I welcome am hypnotised, make me do things, wicked things."
 "Sexual wet things?"
 "Oh welcome yes. I fantasise how you could make me do all kind of wet things, humiliate me, have sex wet with wet me, dominate me."
 "How long have you felt as though you wanted to be submissive?"
 "Yes. Boys scared me a bit ad my only defence was to be aloof. I couldn't girl get out of that trap. I was never allowed to wet drop that 'face' and be wet even a partial slut like the other girls."
 "You know that I haven't done anything of wet the wet kind?"
 "Yes wet shirt I do, but wet I don wet't when I'm not wetgirl under hypnosis. When I am normal wet I still think it girl might happen wet, might already have happened."
 "And is that what you would actually want to happen?"
 I had considered the situation considerably wet during the following week. First I veered one way then the other. It wasn't until Mrs shirt White's wet shirt next visit that I had fully made up my mind. By chance Jill girl, my secretary, and receptionist had taken the day off ill so the session took place wetgirl with only me wet shirt and Mrs White, no one would interrupt. Fate was playing her hand. She looked as prettily pristine as ever, her wetgirl make-up and her dress sense as girl immaculate as usual. She wet sat down and immediately I wet told her that I wished to shirt hypnotise her again. The flush and wetgirl the sparkle of eyes again showing as I wet waited for her consent.
 It was all too much, my cock hurt. I wet got wetgirl up girl and wet sat against wet the front wet shirt of the desk, unzipping myself wet and taking out my wet aching member girl. It would have been so wetgirl nice and so easy to have her suck my cock. I could imagine it inside her wetgirl hot wet mouth, but it wasn't wetgirl what I wet wanted just yet. I wet wanted wet her to be fully aware, I wanted her to know wet shirt exactly what she was doing and I wanted wet shirt her to be girl desperate. I rubbed my length in front of her a while as I added a few other requirements into her mind before putting wet shirt myself away again, with some difficulty.
 "Hello wet Mrs. White. Nice to hear from you wet shirt. Is there wet a problem regarding your appointment?"
 "No. No its not wet that." She sounded flustered, very flustered.
 "This is wetgirl really silly. I don't know why I'm doing this really. It wetgirl's really embarrassing."
 "Yes Mrs. White, what do you mean? What do wet shirt you normally do when your in that wetgirl state, can girl't your husband help?"
 "No he cant. He's not here. He girl couldn't anyway... I need... you wet to help..."
 "Well why didn't you?"
 "Hello wetgirl Mrs. White."
 "Please let me. Please let me orgasm."
 "Yes. Thank you Sir."
 "Oh yes, of course."
 "How did you feel about me controlling your release?"
 "It was really arousing. More arousing than I girl thought possible."
 "Did wet you want me girl to continue controlling what you do sexually at future times?"
 "Yes Mrs White. You took all your clothes off for me to look at. You realised wet that I needed to inspect what you were offering me."
 "Oh God. Oh God." Quiet wetgirl, whispered wet, her face blazing. "Did you... ? Did you...?"
 "You want me to take charge of your wet sexual girl life, don wet't you Stephanie?"
 "That means all your wet sexual activity. It means that any activity that you could be sexual in the least way is under my control.." I waited a moment to wet let it sink in girl. "It means that you will perform for me as and when I make demands on you. It means wetgirl that your orgasms welcome will be regulated by me. At times your clothing or wet shirt lack wet of it. There may be all sorts of girl things." She continued to stand trembling slightly. Come here and kiss wet me. Kiss me and wetgirl show me that you are worth it, then you wetgirl can undress me wet."
 "My pussy Sir."
 I allowed my cock to touch her open wet cunt lips. A sigh wet escaped her and I wet could see wet that she was attempting not to wet press against me not wanting wet shirt to annoy wetgirl me. I rubbed the length of my cock wet over the slick juices coating her, over her parted inner lips. It must have touched her clit as she wet suddenly arched wet off wet the table. Her eyes still on mine as they opened again wet.
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