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Before  reading this story, please note that it contains more explicit content  than what I generally include in my work. Whether that will please,  displease, or not matter to readers, I really don't know. But I do feel it's better to give folks a heads-up than to give them an unpleasant  surprise.

The story is dedicated to BewitchingCara and features her as the main character. She has generously given me  permission to write about her in this manner and also encouraged me to  post the story here on DA. For that generosity and support, I am ever so  grateful.

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Bouncing

"Hello?"

"Hello, Cyril. It's Cara. How are you?"

"Oh, hi, Cara. Nice to hear from you. Although...it's a bit early for a call on a Saturday morning."

"Oh, yeah, I guess it is. Sorry. I've been up all night. Didn't realize it's only...jeez, 7:30. I'm really sorry."

"It's okay. But, hey, are you okay? You sound a bit...rough."

"Do I? Probably just lack of sleep. I'm fine, though."

"Good, glad to hear it. But, uh, what prompted the call?"

"Bouncing."

"Bouncing?"

"Yeah."

"What does that mean?"

"It means...I want to bounce. Up and down. I've been thinking about it all night."

"You want to bounce up and down?"

"Yeah."

"And you felt the need to tell me this at 7:30 on a weekend morning?"

"Yeah."

"Care to elaborate?"

"Definitely. I need your help."

"You need my help bouncing?"

"Bouncing up and down, yes."

"Why and how?"

"I want to bounce up and down on your cock."

"..."

"Cyril? Are you there?"

"I'm here."

"Did you hear me? I said I want to bounce–"

"Up and down on my cock. Yeah, I heard you."

"Okay, good. The thing is, want doesn't really cover it. I need to bounce up and down on your cock."

"You need to."

"Bounce up and down on your cock, yes. Can I come over?"

"Now?"

"Now would be good. If not, as soon as possible."

"Okay, well, sure, now is fine. I need to clean myself and my place up a bit, but I should be done by the time you get here. If not, I'll leave the door unlocked. You can let yourself in and come into the bedroom."

"Great! Thanks! See you soon."

"See you soon. Bye."

"Bye."

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"Oh, hey, you got here faster than I thought."

"You said to come in, so I did."

"Yeah, it's fine. The room's in decent shape, and I just got out of the shower."

"So I see."

"Greeting guests naked isn't my usual M.O., but in this case–"

"Why put on clothes just to take them back off?"

"Yeah, that."

"Time for me to catch up. Shoes came off inside the front door, of course. And I didn't exactly overdress--"

"So I see."

"--but I was oiling up my feet before undressing all the way."

"That's an interesting activity to preface you bouncing up and down on my cock."

"Well, for me to bounce like that, I need you hard. Harder than hard. Rock hard. Diamond hard. And I figured a good way to get you there was with a footjob. Now that I think of it, I could use my mouth or hands just as easily. Actually, even more easily. But I just felt like I should use my feet. It wasn't just a feeling, though. It was more like...I don't know..."

"A compulsion?"

"Yeah, a compulsion. Weird, huh?"

"Right. Weird. Anyway, it looks like your feet are ready."

"That they are. I'll get started on you and undress as I do."

"Sounds good to me."

"How's that?"

"Mmm, your bare feet feel great. And watching the rest of you get bare is great, too."

"Glad to oblige on both accounts. Especially since you're going to oblige me soon enough. From the looks of you, very soon indeed."

"Just curious about this whole bouncing thing...do you know what it's about?"

"No idea. I just need your cock. I need to bounce on it. And I'd say you're ready for me to do it."

"Climb aboard."

"Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes! Yes! That's what I need! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh! Oh! Oh. O-oh. O-oh. Uh. Uh. Uh--"

"Cara? Are you okay? Your eyes went blank. And your head is nodding, like you’re about to fall asleep. Cara?"

"--Uh. Uh. Oh. Oh. O-oh. O-obey. Obey. Obey. I must obey. I must obey. I must obey--"

"Oh, for fuck's sake. Literally, in this case. Cara, listen to me. When I snap my fingers, you're going to come as many times as your body can handle. Your orgasms are going to be tremendous and wholly fulfilling. When you're done, you will no longer feel the need to bounce up and down on my cock. Well, at least for now. You will climb off me and sit next to me on the bed. You will remain hypnotized and obedient. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good. Here goes."

"Oh! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! Oh! Oh. Oh...."

"That worked out nicely, if I do say so myself. Still, I'm sorry for the craziness that led up to it. I only just now figured it out myself. You'd probably like to know what it was all about, huh?"

"Yes, Master."

"Fair enough. Well, buckle up because it’s a doozy. No, don’t actually try to buckle up. Just sit there and listen.”

“Yes, Master. Sit here and listen.”

“Good. Anyway, a couple of weeks ago, I invited you over to try out my latest invention, a massage chair. Just to be clear, what I mean by ‘massage chair’ isn’t at all a chair that massages you. But if I called it a sleek, streamlined, stealthily-camouflaged bondage chair meant to immobilize you for my own nefarious purposes, I highly doubt you would’ve sat in it.

“Calling it a massage chair, though, meant you were quite happy to try it out. You took off your shoes and socks–because I told you it had a foot massage function–and then sat down in it. As soon as you did, embedded restraints locked around your arms and legs.

“On the walls before and around you, there were several paintings strategically placed to be exactly where they would catch your eye. But just as it wasn’t a massage chair, the paintings weren’t paintings. They were digital screens displaying artwork. Once the restraints engaged, the images on those screens changed:

“Now they showed swirling spiral patterns designed to catch and hold your attention, regardless of whether or not you wanted to look at them.

“To say that you didn’t want to look at them is an understatement. You were not happy at all to find yourself suddenly bound and bombarded by weird visual stimuli. You struggled to get free, stretching and squirming and kicking with your bare feet. Your efforts were of course futile, as were your verbal pleas and demands that I let you go.

“Just as futile were your attempts to not look at the screens. You couldn’t help yourself. And the longer you looked at them, the more enraptured you became. Your protests dwindled and then died off entirely. So did your struggles. You just sat there, staring bemusedly at the swirling spirals, which reflected in your eyes, almost like a special effect in a show or movie.

“It wasn’t long before the induction began slowly but surely lulling you into a hypnotic trance. Soon, you would be completely hypnotized, utterly suggestible, and willing to do anything that I commanded. I couldn’t have hoped for the process to go any better. Everything was working wonderfully…until it wasn’t.”

“Because, suddenly, a mechanism in the chair glitched. The chair began bouncing up and down. Thankfully, the bouncing was slow and rhythmic, as opposed to erratic and jarring. So you weren’t in any physical danger. But still, it wasn’t supposed to do that. And I had no idea how to stop it.

“So there you were, completely enthralled by swirling spirals, falling deeper and deeper into hypnotic submission, and bouncing up and down in a stylized bondage chair.

“Somehow, I don’t know how, the chair eventually stopped bouncing. I turned off the digital spirals. You remained hypnotized and proved to be every bit as submissive and suggestible as I’d hoped. I gave you instructions and implanted post-hypnotic suggestions–among them was that compulsion you had earlier to get me off with your feet. And we both had an absolutely amazing evening.

“For my part, I got to be the master of a gorgeous, sexy, hypnotized slave. For your part, with some instruction from me, you enjoyed being said slave and had many orgasms for your troubles. True, I didn’t let you remember anything that happened. But your body remembered and yearned for more.

“Which brings us back to where we are now…

“In a moment, I'm going to wake you up. When I do, you're going to forget this whole explanation. But you're also not going to wonder or worry about your sudden need to bounce. You fulfilled it, had some amazing orgasms, and you're good to go. You're also not going to remember falling back into a hypnotic trance by bouncing on my cock. You will continue to follow all of the post-hypnotic suggestions I gave you two weeks ago without being aware that you're doing so. Understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"All right, then. Wake up."

"Oh! Oh, wow! That was amazing. Thanks, Cyril!"

"My pleasure."

"Glad to hear it. But...you didn't finish."

"No, we weren't in sync. And you all but fell off me once you had bounced your last bounce."

"Sorry!"

"No worries."

"Well, I got you going with my feet, so how about I take you all the way with them? Just give me a second to get oiled up again...there we go, nice and smooth and wet. Ready? Oh, yes, you certainly are...."