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watched movies in which people were spellbound with almost religious ecstasy. As I spoke, Madame held onto my arm, and sat me back on the sofa, as if I were handicapped. She nodded warmly to me. What power she suddenly projected! The full force of her personality was staggering. I had really forgotten all about my "date," so self-absorbed was I at that moment. Of course, the mentalist was experienced at reading faces. "Hypnosis is a type of seduction, James," she nodded, "especially in my life too! ... but I use it solely for my own pleasure. Observing the mechanisms of control and submission, those are my passions ... and they are very strong passions for me indeed ... as I see they are to you, though you hadn't known until this ... very ... moment ... Control, and ... deep, deep submission ... yes ... submission ... those who can respond quickly and very deeply truly are gifted ... that's right, James, it's a very special gift, you know ... to be able to surrender control ... to relax and submit ... to submit to firm, gentle control ..." I was suddenly aware that I had not blinked in several minutes, and was sitting way back in my chair. I shook my head slowly to try and clear the cobwebs I felt forming. Zarah gave a small friendly smile. Defensively, I blurted out that I felt uneasy in the dressing room, when anyone could come in and see us, but I know my demurrer was half-hearted at best. She gave a small, friendly smile, and reached out to take my coat from off my lap. As she hung it over her chair, she continued her spiel. "Your masculine instinct to assert domination is naturally strong, yet there is a yielding side even in the most aggressive," Zarah said. "Usually in my various tour cities, I observe people like you in my audience during a performance. I may keep up a ... personal contact with the most ... rewarding ... prospects. I often arrange ... how shall I call it ... small private 'seances' in my hotel suite, or in their homes. Many of my hosts are glad to invite me back ... although some are not truly aware of why they have done so." Her gaze burned me yet again, and I felt my cock respond with a surprising surge. I must have blushed. She changed the subject abruptly. "You don't know Brenda yet, do you? I mean know her intimately, as an erotic being? She arouses you, I can see that ... but you and I are already very intimate ourselves, aren't we? The two of you seem alike in a curious way ... very well-favored in face and physique, but perhaps a shyness, and a self-centered nature ... Well, if we are to know each other better, you will soon find yourself abandoning such confining attitudes." She nodded, still gazing right at me, and I found my head nodding its agreement. Really, I was had almost stopped paying attention to her words, her

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