"This man is very rude with his staring", Alison Barton thought. All she wanted to do was sit and relax on the couch... alone. Instead...this man... was sitting on the same couch, just staring at her.
"Can I help you?", she said, trying to stress the annoyance in her voice.
"I think you can...", the man said, mysteriously. Alison noticed he had a thick European accent.
"With what?", Alison said, aggravated.
"I'd like you to pleasure me, orally", he said.
Alison's heart jumped. Was he kidding, was he some kind of psycho creep? Was he going to hurt her?
"What did you say?", Alison asked as her head jerked back to emphasize her disgust.
"But, I have something for you first...", the strange man said. He pulled out a single long stem rose and gently placed it on Alison's lap.
She had a hard time finding words, this was all so... unusual.
"The rose is almost as beautiful as you my love. Why don't you touch it for me?", the man asked.
Alison was flabbergasted, "Do really think that if you give me a rose, I'm all of a sudden going to give you.... you know.... that!?"
"Do as I say, touch the rose now.", the man commanded, his voice low and powerful. Alison obeyed, though she didn't quite know why. This was all so strange, yet .... exciting.
"Who are you?", she asked in a whisper.
"You know who I am Alison. You know how I control you. You know how I commandeer your mind. Tell me who I am Alison", the man said.
Alison's heart pounded. Yes she knew who he was, he was the one she wanted so badly, "You're the hypnotist", she said in a gasp.
"Look into my eyes, precious Alison", the hypnotist said.
"I shouldn't... it's wrong", she whispered.
"You can not resist", the man demanded, "look into my eyes now Alison", he said. She did so and was immediately enraptured.
"The rose is your key Alison, the rose is your key to deep hypnotic submission, the key to your most secret erotic fantasies, stroke the rose Alison, stroke the rose and feel your desires coming to the surface. Feel the desire to serve your hypnotic master welling up inside you. Feel yourself become more free with your sexuality. You want to suck-"

"EEEEE EEEEEE EEEEEEE EEEEE EEEEE", screamed the bell in the self tanner.
Alison was immediately taken from the couch she was on. The rose was gone, so was her hypnotic lover. The warm lights were again noticeable. The hardness of surface on which she lay was again realized. One thing remained from her dream though, the wonderful sensation in her crotch, it was like someone was still there stimulating her, getting her ready with wonderful massaging. Alison was awake, but the pleasure remained.
Alison started to remember the feel of those hands, just as her hands were remembering the feel of her womanhood. Alison realized she was still masturbating from her dream. She lifted her head up and looked down at her hands, which where continuing the pleasure as if they had a mind of their own.
Maybe they did, maybe they were now working for Alison's subconscious mind, which had now allowed yet another

disturbingly erotic dream. The Senator's daughter just laid in the tanning booth masturbating, as the timer's alarm still screamed like a banshee.
Alison Barton knew that she had succumbed to yet another erotic dream. She knew it was wrong, she knew something wasn't right, but she only half cared. It felt so sexual, so free. Ever through all the pleasure though, she was starting to realize she had a problem.

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