SHE'S GOT LEGS
Paul awoke one morning to the rousing sound of his alarm clock. He could hardly believe that it was already 7 AM. Why do Sunday nights always last about half a second? It was always Monday morning just about as soon as the Patriots were done. Fortunately for Paul, though, he had tickets to WWE Raw from the FleetCenter that night. When he thought about that, he glanced over to his poster of Stacy Keibler, looking innocent as all hell in her little teddy with the pigtails and everything. It was then that Paul decided what he was going to do.
He called in sick to work, telling his friend Joe that he was so happy about the Patriots winning that he didn't think he'd be able to get any work done. He then proceeded straight to the public library and checked the card catalog for books on hypnosis. He found just one, but it was all he would need.
"Willing Slaves: A How-To Guide for Hypnosis" was much more interesting than Paul had thought it would be, and the author acknowledged that most people reading it weren't looking for a cure to their mental health problems or a possible foolproof lie detector; they were looking for a good, quick fuck. That having been said, the author described in detail how one could hynotise anyone with everyday objects, such as the classic pocket watch or a gem. Paul, unfortunately, had gone to a wristwatch years ago and owned no jewelry. It was then that he got to the chapter on all things shiny. In the right light, one could use even a simple photograph to control another person.
Paul went about searching his house for just the right thing, cursing himself for not having anything that produced enough of a light. Just as he sat down on his bed, however, the afternoon sun broke through a cloud and caused a large amount of glare in Paul's eye. Paul looked around and finally saw what had caused the glare: his poster. Paul thanked God for his divine inspiration and set about forming a plan. Obviously he couldn't just walk up to Stacy Keibler and hypnotise her; he had to think this through. Soon, though, all the pieces had fallen into place and Paul was convinced that he was ready and soon Stacy would be willing.
Raw was a fun little show, nothing earth shattering but nothing remarkably bad either. Paul had been momentarily distracted by Lilian Garcia but remained focused on Stacy. She had worn her trademark short skirt, her legs longer, tanner and more beautiful in person. After the show ended, Paul set about his plan. He made sure that nobody was looking and leaped over the railing that keeps the crowd away from the ring. Being sure not to get caught, he snuck to the backstage area and hid, waiting for Stacy to try to leave. It was a common practice for fans to go backstage after the show, but most superstars avoided the designated autograph area, and it definitely wasn't the place for Paul to make his move. He would get Stacy alone, and then the fun would begin.
Soon he saw her, walking backstage with a bottle of water. She was with her real-life boyfriend Test. "Damn him," Paul thought, although he suspected Test would be fairly easy to put under his spell. Not exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer. Paul summoned up all of his courage and, after a quick prayer, went to work.
"Miss Keibler! Test! Can I have an autograph?"
Stacy and Test were surprised to see Paul there, but decided that doing one autograph wouldn't help.
"Sure," Test said.
"Thanks a bunch." Paul produced a picture of Stacy and Test together and a black Sharpie. When they had both signed the photo, Paul asked if he could show them something. He produced the poster of Stacy and quickly held it at the right angle.
"Just look at the poster, see how pretty Stacy looks in the poster, she looks very pretty, just focus on her legs, her nice long legs. See the light reflect off of her legs and into your eyes. Feel the light go deeper than your eyes, into your soul. Just look at the poster and feel the light go into your soul. As you feel the light go into your soul, feel yourself getting sleepy. Both of you are very sleepy right now, you need to close your eyes. As you feel the light go into your soul, you need to close your eyes and sleep. Just sleep."
Paul saw both Test and Stacy fall into the deep sleep that he had commanded them to, and let out a slight cry of victory.
"Test, I want you to go home. When you get home, you will not remember anything that has happened tonight, but you will want to break up with Stacy tomorrow. You will not care that she is gone, in fact you will go out for a night on the town. Go now." Test did as he was told, leaving Paul alone with Stacy. "Stacy, come with me." He led her out to his car, strengthening her trance all the while. He took her to a Frederick's of Hollywood in Boston and told her to go in and buy the nightie in the poster. 5 minutes later she came out with it and got back in the car. Paul applauded his hypnotic skills as he drove home and admired Stacy's legs. He almost couldn't believe that she was his to do with as he pleased. When they got home, ho told her to change into the teddy and meet him in his bedroom. Once again, she did as commanded, and Paul could barely contain his glee. Stacy Keibler, her eyes blank and subservient, wearing a sheer pink teddy and pink heels, her hair done up in pigtails. Paul quickly disrobed as he thought of what to make Stacy do first.
"Stacy, kneel." Done. He walked over to her and told her to suck his cock. She was only too happy to comply, immediately taking him into her mouth. She ran her tongue up and down his shaft, coating it in her saliva. She licked his precum and did things Paul had only dreamt of with her lips. She was obviously no rookie to blowjobs, and Paul intended to make sure she had plenty of practice. The stimulation was eventually too much for Paul as he came into her mouth. She swallowed every drop and remained on her knees, awaiting her next order. Paul was more than a little fatigued and sat down on the carpet in front of her. Then, he was again struck with inspiration. He ordered Stacy to take off the teddy but leave the heels on. He then commanded her to sit her ass on his cock. Paul usually preferred traditional sex before anal, but Stacy Keibler was an exception.
Stacy started to grind her ass against Paul's cock as he started to push inside her. Her ass definitely wasn't virgin territory, but it was tight nonetheless. His hands kneaded her small but firm breasts and pinched the nipples. Paul continued to push until all 7 inches of his cock was inside her, and then he started to pull out. Slowly but surely he worked up to a steady pace. In and out of Stacy's ass he pumped as she moaned out of pleasure. She did not say a word because she had not been commanded to, but it was impossible for her to make no sound as her amster fucked her ass as hard as he could. Paul continued increasing his speed and he soon found himself on the brink again. Pumping even harder now into Stacy's ass, he marvelled at how she was practically pulling him back in every time he pulled out. Stacy was moaning louder now as her master pumped her ass and rubbed her breasts. Her moans became full fledged screams, though, as Paul came in her ass and pinched her nipples hard. Paul pulled out of Stacy and lay back down on the carpet, exhausted and sweaty. Stacy's ass and his cock were both covered in his cum as well. Paul ordered Stacy to lick his cock clean and he did the same to her ass, but they were both too tired for another round. Deciding to let Stacy take the bed, he grabbed a blanket and spare pillow and went to the couch to catch some Zs. As he did, he thought about who his next conquest would be and thought about just how far he could go with a poster and a slave.