"You are in the middle of a quiet, uninhabited forest. The only thing you can hear is the twitter of birds on a tree somewhere nearby. The evening is approaching. The sun is slowly setting somewhere behind the trees, and you know that you need to return home before it's completely dark.

You walk along a narrow, winding path, dressed in a cherry-colored velvet tight supermini dress on a naked body, black lycra stockings, black nylon gloves and black patent leather classic high-heeled shoes. You have a cherry velvet choker on your neck. On your shoulder you have a small black hard shiny handbag. You understand that these shoes and your entire outfit in general are, to put it mildly, not a very good choice for walking through the woods, but you had no choice. And you are very angry with your boyfriend, who, after a trip on a trip, dropped you off to nowhere when you were both on your way to a party with your best friends. But you know this forest well, so you should not have problems finding the way home ... "

He looked at the girl lying on the couch. Her long brown hair sprawled beneath her head and shoulders. Her eyes were closed, and he could notice their movement under the calmly closed eyelids. She really lived in the story he told her, and that was a good sign for his plans ...

"... The surrounding vegetation around you slowly changes as you go deeper into the forest. Pine trees gradually give way to thickets. But the path is still clear, so you calmly continue walking further. The soil under your feet becomes soft and moist, now it's it is covered with dark green moss. The stiletto heels of your shoes are tied in soft ground, it starts to annoy you and you decide to take them off and go on in stockings only ... "

He looked again at her charming face. She was still immersed in the situation described to her and showed no signs of a desire to open her eyes. He slowly turned his gaze to her young slender body, to her amazingly beautiful legs in thin black tights. He felt excited and continued.

"... Feeling the wet moss through nylon is just wonderful and you would like to wander for a little more time. But ... Having taken the next step, you suddenly feel that the soil under your foot is leaving, spreading out, and you are falling into a viscous mass with your foot. Instinctively, you put your right foot next to your left to keep your balance, but it's also stuck. You look down and realize that you're almost knee-deep in a quagmire. Rather, with irritation than with anxiety, you are trying to pull your left foot out of the swamp, but it's yours the right leg goes even deeper, to the very hem of the dress. Then you lower the left leg and try to pull the right one out, but this only leads to the fact that the right one sinks deeper into the splashing and gurgling swamps. You are trapped. ... "

He sighed quietly, so that this could not disturb her hypnotic dream. With a smile, he continued to deceive her, forcing him to believe that she was really somewhere - drowning in a forest quagmire, and not lying on a comfortable couch in a cozy and safe hypnotherapist's office. "Safe? Good question ..." he thought with a smile.

"Your legs are slowly sinking and your heart is beating harder and faster. You can't get out of the quagmire and can't feel the bottom with your legs. Your imagination instantly filled with scenes from old horror films where the heroines quickly suck in the swamp and they disappear in it forever. Your situation obviously similar and you have a bad feeling that you will suffer the same fate as these heroines. Having thrown off your shoes and handbag to the sides - you continue trying to get out and at first you don't even notice that it only leads to you being drawn deeper and deeper deeper.

Suddenly, a shiver ran through your spine and you feel agitated by the viscous gurgling mass reaching your crotch and thighs. This is strange, very strange. You only felt like that before with your guys and masturbating.

Your excitement is rapidly increasing. And then you scream! This is a cry of fear, but mixed with desire and you are amazed that you can feel the desire even in such a situation ... "

... He definitely felt lusty, he wanted her right now, but he had to pull himself together. He will bring it to the end. Then she will lead her out of a hypnotic trance and with a simple technique will make sure that she does not remember anything. In the mind. But not in the depths of his psyche, from which desire will arise, as soon as he once utters the key words to her. And then - her real meeting with the Mire will occur. And he - will receive his pleasure - as has already happened more than once ...

"... The quagmire continues to slowly suck you in. You are waist-deep in it. Your supermini dress below your waist is saturated with mud and you are surprised to enjoy the effect of velvet soaked in mud that has covered your body. You no longer cry out of fear, now you groan with desire You start to turn your hips, first slowly, then faster and faster, accelerating your dive.

Your breathing becomes heavy and intermittent. You immerse your hands in a quagmire, start to caress yourself and then the first orgasm covers you. Your movements have accelerated your immersion, but this does not bother you anymore. A quagmire approaches your swollen breast, with hardened nipples. You think only of one thing: how you completely leave for the warm swamp, gently hugging you. And you want it - madly want it! You have neither the strength nor the desire to say "no". Meanwhile, the swamp begins to absorb your breasts ... "

Now he was literally trembling with excitement, watching her writhe from orgasms, unconsciously masturbating on a couch in his office. He noted with pleasure. that there were no panties under her pantyhose. She tried to lean her head back, as if she were really drowning in the quagmire that he described to her. And he continued ...

"Nothing matters to you anymore. Now there is only one way, and you have already chosen it. In the interval between orgasms, you turn your head left and right with a smile and see a forest in which it has become almost completely dark. The air seems to have become cold and you you feel this contrast with the warm and soft swamp that has already dragged you on the shoulders, you understand that you'll definitely not freeze now and this thought makes you a mocking smile, and then a new orgasm, generated by your clitoris violently tormented under the surface of the bog by the fingers of both hands covers you. Meanwhile, the swamp is already approaching your lips ... "

The girl on the couch screamed with pleasure. He longedly looked at her face, then looked at the convulsively billowing breasts. Her head leaned back and he realized that she had made her choice ...

"Continuing to violently rotate your hips and caress the clitoris, you tilt your head back, taking the deepest breath, and take a last look at the starry sky. Your face is now framed by marsh. You close your eyes when after a few seconds your face goes into a quagmire. After a few more seconds, an incredible orgasm covers you. You are exhaling with all your might air from your lungs and opening your mouth wide, with gratitude accept the offer swamp ... "

The girl on the couch again screamed from orgasm and frantically opened her mouth. He waited until she calmed down and said:
"Laura? It's time to wake up. But before you wake up completely - I would like you to forget everything that happened. You are alive and in complete safety. But when they say to you," You are Beloved of the Quagmire! "You will have an irresistible desire to experience in reality what you have experienced in a hypnotic dream. And you will buy tomorrow all the things that you wore in this virtual adventure. "

For a few seconds he was silent, allowing his instructions to be established in the subconscious depths of her psyche.

"And now I'll snap my fingers, and when I do this, you're awake again and fully conscious - as before the session"

He snapped his fingers, she slowly opened her eyes and blinked. Seconds later, Laura sat up on the couch, supporting herself
elbows and asked: "And what, doctor? Will I ever smoke again?"

"No, Laura, never! I set you up for" encoding "or" blocking. "Only another hypnosis session can take it off. If you want, take a cigarette and check it now. The taste of tobacco smoke will seem incredibly disgusting to you!"

"OK, can I really check it out?" - Laura was clearly not completely sure.

"Yes, I can offer you a cigarette to prove that it all really works!" - said the hypnotherapist.
Laura lit a cigarette and after the first puff of a grimace of utter disgust distorted her face.

Satisfied, she paid the price and waved her hand five minutes later. He just looked after her and smiled, thinking: "But instead of the passion for smoking, I gave you another passion. And you will feel it soon enough ..."

***

It was a beautiful day in mid-April, when Laura was sitting in the living room reading one of those weekly fashion magazines, the acquisition of which she could never resist while shopping. She was barefoot, dressed in blue stretch jeans and a white T-shirt on her naked body. Suddenly, a phone call broke the silence of an empty house.

"Hello! This is Laura!" she replied. At first there was no answer, so she asked:
"Hi. Who is it?"

"Laura?" a man's voice asked.

"Yes it's me!" she replied.

"You are the Beloved of the Mire!" said the voice calmly.

"Oh yeah!!" - Laura answered in an excitedly excited voice after a short silence.

"Good! Then you will do as I tell you now, okay?"

"Yes of course!" - Laura answered without hesitation.

"Put on your best dress and meet me today at six in the evening at the city opera, but near the back door. Don't bring anyone with you and don't tell anyone about it," the male voice instructed somewhat excitedly.

"OK! Cherry short velvet dress, which I recently ordered to sew - will it fit? I haven't worn it yet!" - Laura answered excitedly.

"Yes, dear, it will be just fine," the male voice answered, "I will wait for you!"

***

He parked his dark blue sedan next to the back door of the opera. Around it was deserted and no one saw her getting into his car. At least for now, everything was as he planned. Although he had been doing this trick not for the first time and for many years, he still always wondered: "Did hypnosis really work out completely? But the telephone conversation convinced him of this. And when he saw how she was meeting in that same cherry supermini a panne dress ... Her long slim legs were in black lycra stockings, and the dress was so short that the fact that she was in stockings and not tights was quite clearly noticeable. And of course she looked delightful in her black classic shoes on a 12-centimeter hairpin ... He smiled and realized that a great performance was ahead. He was sure that both of them would enjoy tremendous pleasure - as was the case with all his victims. But - unlike that of him - she will not be fully aware of what she is doing. But what did it ultimately matter? ...

***

They were on the road for twenty minutes, when he stopped the car right in the middle of the forest section of the road and demanded that she get out of the car. Laura was furious, but still came out and showed him the middle finger, slammed the door.

As he rode to the bend he stopped at, he smiled and laughed. Everything really worked. As always. Everything will be the same as the story he told her during the session. Now he knew what to expect ...

After a while, she found a path and went into the thicket of the forest. He followed her at some distance. Her shoes on a tall stiletto hedged her a little, but she was not worried about it and continued to walk along the path.

After about ten minutes or so, she came to a section of forest where solid soil turned into mud with puddles on it. Her stilettos began to bind in the sticky soil and she took them off and went barefoot, in stockings alone. After a hundred meters, she came to the shore of a vast forest swamp. She hesitantly stopped, stood for several tens of seconds, shifting from one foot to another and suddenly began to slowly go into it diagonally.

"She really did it !!!" he thought, looking from his hiding place as she entered the quagmire. He was trembling with excitement, watching her go knee-deep and bogged down, how she threw off her shoes and handbag, how she tried to stretch her legs. How more and more she was fond of her game with a quagmire, how she began to caress herself. It was insanely sexy. Laura was already waist deep. Suddenly her moans ceased. She turned her head toward the shore, to which she was half-turned and looked around the area with a curious, playful look.

And then ... He heard the words that shocked him. "So? Will you just continue to watch and masturbate? Like last times? As with my younger sister Lauretta and all the others? Keep in mind - this is the last time for you anyway! But you can finish it all or now here and with me - in pleasure - or of your choice: with an electric chair, a gas chamber or a fatal injection - our staff is very kind, it even gives serial killers the opportunity to choose: how to die? Yes, yes, you understand correctly, dear, I'm completely not hypnotizable !! Well? Your choice? And rather - I am still drowning, ohhh ... Wow! "Laura moaned, but then laughed loudly.

He understood everything at once. And did not hesitate. Having thrown off his jacket and unzipped his jeans, the hypnotherapist jumped out of his shelter and rushed into the quagmire. When he reached Laura, drawn into the swamp already above the waist, he pulled her up with all his might. He did a little bit of it, but from this effort he himself went into the swamp as deep as she did. Submerging his hands in the mud, he lifted the hem of her dress below the surface and entered it. Laura answered with a groan and playing along. Then she looked at him mockingly and playfully said: "But you are still brave!" She hugged his neck and began passionately kissing her delicious ruby-red lips.

There was no way out - and none of them regretted that they had chosen ...

They did violent frictions, Laura also rotated her hips - and the dive went quickly. He violently ended up in it, but the desire did not quench, and he continued. When the quagmire reached their lips, they did not throw their heads back, but continued to play with tongues in their friend's mouth, swallowing dirt. Drops of sweat appeared on their foreheads. Their nostrils went into a quagmire. Coming to Laura for the second time, the now already hypnotherapist serial killer maniac choking in a quagmire saw the last sight in his life - the joy of excited triumph in Laura's eyes. He was happy...

In less than half a minute, their heads finally disappeared from the surface. The mad doctor ended his journey as well as all those whom he had programmed for many years to leave forever in this swamp. And also, like these amazing sisters - Lauretta and Laura. That Lauretta was not at all a victim of a hypnotherapist-maniac, and he was only an occasional witness to her absolutely voluntary immersion in the bottomless swamp - after which he began to play this scenario again and again - already with her patients - Laura did not recognize. Although ... Who knows what our souls become known for THERE? If THERE is not just Darkness of course. Who knows who knows...