"The Present"

written by brit brat

"MADAME MARLA'S LINGERIE STORE" said the large illuminated sign hanging over the store front. Brett thought this was worth a look. He liked lingerie on his girlfriend, so why not? He liked to buy her new things to wear every so often to turn him on. And she was only too happy to oblige! This was a new store to him and he hoped to find lots of new tantalizing, and if he was really lucky tasty, treasures there!

He waited until the store was empty. He could see a woman behind the counter and assumed that she was the only sales assistant on duty. After all, the store was a small one and was easily run by one person. So Brett gathered up his courage and entered!

At first, the woman took no notice of him. She had many males come into the shop to buy goods for wives, girlfriends, or mistresses. However, she had been at this business for a long time. She could tell, after a few minutes of scrutiny, that this male was different. She had seen the way he looked excitedly at all the corsets, basques, bras, and rows of sheer stockings. Also Brett, the poor dear, could not disguise the fact that he had a raging hard-on. Brett couldn't help himself as lingerie had always turned him on! "Hum...." thought Marla, "a fetishist, a cross-dresser, or perhaps even a transvestite was in her presence once again." Even if he was none of these, it did not matter as she could be quite persuasive. "This might be fun," she thought to herself. Marla was by no means young. she was about 46, but well preserved, and still possessed a voracious sexual appetite! She had retained her tremendous hourglass figure, topped off with the most amazing bosom of 48"! "Another lamb to the slaughter," she thought! As he was not paying attention to her, she permitted a knowing and wicked and predatory smile to flash across her matronly, magnetic, coquettish countenance. She conjectured that if all went well, and it almost always did, soon, this poor, dear boy toy would be helplessly, haplessly, and happily pouring out all his fantasies to the attractive Madam Marla.

" Can I help you, my dear?" she inquired. " I was just about to take a coffee break. I hope you don't mind if I close the store while you browse?"

"No, that will be ok," Brett answered her courteously.

Marla locked the door and turned over the sign to read "CLOSED." She left the room for a few minutes and returned with a cup of coffee.

"Now my dear, how can I help you?" she asked after seating herself and starting to sip her brew.

Brett told her he would like to buy something for his girlfriend. A black satin corset would be nice and some fully fashioned sheer nylons to go with it. Already his mind was working overtime feverishly attempting to absorb the scene with his girlfriend dazzlingly dressed in those intoxicating items and doing indescribably pleasurable things to his cock whilst wearing them.

Marla took another sip of her coffee, then went off to the racks, and swiftly returned with an alluring assortment of corsets and packs of nylon or silk stockings. She selected a corset, carefully placed it on the counter, and languorously laid it out flat for Brett to see!

" There you are, my dear. Exquisite, isn't it?" she asked.

"Yes, it is very nice ", replied Brett. Still daydreaming, he didn't really take much notice of the fact that Marla had begun to stroke the corset from bottom to top in a rhythmical fashion with her right hand. The large ruby ring on her finger was sparkling as it caught the light.

"The satin is so smooth to the touch. So relaxing to feel the satin, so soothing, so relaxing. Just think of your girlfriend wearing this and wearing lovely jewellery and relaxing you. Relaxing you deeply. So soothing, so relaxing, almost hypnotising you, sending you deep down within your own thoughts. Caught up with the sparkling jewel on my finger. My lovely ruby ring is so irresistible for you to watch. It is sooooooo absolutely easy for you to listen to my suggestions. My simple suggestions so sweetly spoken by my velvety, voluptuous voice," coaxed the wicked, witching, wily Marla.

He was so distracted by the garments in front of him that he wasn't really paying much attention to the words she was speaking. That is--until he tried to work out what she was saying to him. He could see her lips moving, but it appeared to him that he couldn't hear her voice! He tried to look away from her lips, to return his gaze to looking at the other garments. But, he could not.

" Good, now I have your attention, your full attention. Now you see and know it is absolutely impossible for you to look away from my lips." This fact irresistibly compelled her to issue a throaty chuckle. "You will now become aware of my voice as it relaxes you so deeply, so relaxed. My lips now fascinate you, holding your attention. It's so good to watch them move, my words entering your mind now, relaxing you, relaxing you completely, so good to listen to my voice. You can hear and perfectly understand my voice now--can't you?"

" Yes," Brett said, his mouth dry, his breathing quite shallow, his mind numbed.

Marla had coaxed him into trance and would need little effort to condition him deeper and deeper into her spell. Soon she would dominate his thoughts completely.

"Now, close your tired and sleepy eyes, my dear, as they are so, sooooooo heavy. Your body feels heavier and heavier as every tired muscle in your heavy, heavy body relaxes even more and more by the pervasive power of my compelling command. You will obey my every command, obey, obey, obey! Now, my dear, tell me your name?" continued Marla.

Brett gave her the information she sought. He could just about keep on his feet as his body swayed backwards and forwards slightly as his trance deepened. Marla went to a panel on the wall and pushed a button which allowed the security shutters to close down outside the store. She certainly did not want to be disturbed now!

"Brett, what a nice name. Relax my dear, deeper and deeper into trance now for me. So pleasurable to be hypnotised by me. you enjoy the feeling don't you Brett?" she asked.

" Yes..... ", he replied meekly. He was hardly able to talk as his mouth felt like it was full of cotton, fur, or wool.

" Good, then let the pleasure continue, my dear, as you follow my suggestions and go deeper and deeper. Way down, way down deep within your own mind. Now, Brett, to make this easier for you I want you to stop thinking for yourself. My thoughts will replace your thoughts now. Do you agree to this, Brett?"

"Yes.....," he assented.

"Good, I am pleased about that. You please me very much Brett. You will want to please me and you will work to please me because I can reward you. Reward you with even more pleasure. From now on, when you obey my commands and suggestions, you will feel waves of pleasure wash over you. Every time you do as I suggest, you will feel waves of erotic pleasure wash over your mind and travel through your body. Feel! it now, Brett. Feel the pleasure washing over you, washing away your will, washing away your will."

Brett moaned as the pleasure washed over him as she said it would. He was soon addicted to the pleasure and didn't want it to stop. Marla fetched a chair and placed it in the centre of the store.

"Brett, my dear, I want you to open your eyes now. But, though your eyelids will be open and you shall see all that is happening around you, you will remain deeply hypnotised--for you are still beneath the magic power of my unbreakable mesmeric spell." She observed his instantaneous and unconscious obedience. "Good! Now, Brett, take off all of your clothes and do it quickly. Then sit on the chair."

Brett complied with her commands and was soon naked. He still sported the erection he'd had since entering the store. It was dribbling pre-cum after Marla's onslaught on his erotic senses. Marla looked him over and thought that this was going to be easier than she had anticipated. His naive mind would be so easy to condition.

"Brett, I want you to begin to masturbate. You will wank for me, Brett. Massage the juices leaking from your cock around the head, my dear. But, Brett, you will not cum unless I say so. Do you understand me, Brett?"

"Yes....."

"Now, begin to pleasure yourself then, my dear..... Feel the pleasure... And as you do, I want you to drift within your own mind and listen to my words as they add to your pleasure. Oh, ..... and I want you to call me Madam Marla from now on," She intoned.

"Yes, Madam Marla," he replied.

"you are so relaxed and very deeply hypnotised. brett, you will obey My every command and will allow Me now to plant deep hypnotic suggestions in your subconscious mind. And you will from now on obey these hypnotic suggestions, these post-hypnotic suggestions. you will obey--wont you, brett? Marla controls you. Marla controls you now..... Increase the speed of your wanking a little more brett."

"Yes, Madam Marla, i will obey You," he moaned.

Chapter 2.

With that command obeyed, Marla began to remove her tight dress. She revealed a black satin corset, black satin panties already damp from the activities so far, and sheer black seamed stockings attached to eight suspender straps. To finish off this delectable outfit she wore 6" high heel court shoes and she then proceeded to pull on a pair of long leather evening gloves. She walked over to the mesmerised brett and let him absorb the site before him. "Good," She thought to Herself, "this was going remarkably well!" She placed Her right leg strategically beside brett's left arm.

"Caress My stockinged leg, brett, up and down the calf muscle. So smooth to the touch and such a shapely leg--is it not so? Now listen to Me, brett. Tell Me all about your fantasies, My dear. As you caress My leg and wank for Me, your mind will open up to Me and you will tell Madam Marla everything."

brett did indeed tell Marla everything: all his love for sheer lingerie; his craving for stockings and corsets; how he loved to see gorgeous women wearing them all; and how his girlfriend would wear those things for him.

"Tell Me brett, have you ever dressed up in lingerie yourself? wank a bit faster for Me, brett. Tell Me the total truth now, My dear."

brett confessed to Marla how he had indeed dressed in some of the lingerie he had bought for his girlfriend. he also could not resist the compulsion to tell Her how he had masturbated to the touch of the sheer stockings on his legs, his hairy legs.

" Good, I am so pleased that you confessed to Me, My dear. Stop wanking. Now close your eyes and go into a deep, deep trance for Me."

brett complied and fell deep asleep. his head slumped slightly forward as he sat in the chair. he was lost, oblivious to what Marla was doing to him, and to his mind. For She was gently stroking his cock as She whispered Her suggestions to him. More to the point, She was speaking to his subconscious mind. Her aim was conditioning him further.

"you will, from now on, feel more and more submissive and obedient. I want you to feel more and more feminine. you will feel compelled to feel more and more submissive, even towards your girlfriend. Now brett, tomorrow I want you to go to the address I am about to give you. you will enter this place and will ask for Barbara. you will ask for Barbara. When you hear her say to you the words, "sheer stockings," you will become deeply hypnotised. Although your eyes will remain open and you will not fall asleep, you will obey My friend Barbara. Do you understand this, brett?"

"Yes, Madam Marla!"

Marla stopped there and had brett dress. Before bringing him out of his trance, She implanted certain memories in his very receptive and quite malleable mind. These were memories of him holding a very pleasant conversation with Marla, and of him carefully examining many garments before deciding upon the merchandise he wanted. She awoke him just as She was handing back his credit card and his goods for his girlfriend to wear for him!

"Thanks," he said. He did not even stop to wonder where the past couple of hours had gone.

The following day after work, Brett inexplicably elected to alter his usual routine and found himself walking down an unfamiliar street. He stopped outside of the "Paradise Beauty Salon." What the hell was he doing here, he thought to himself? He tried to walk by, but could not. He just had to go in. When she looked at him, he knew it was only good manners for him to speak to the receptionist.

"Can I talk to Barbara, please?"

The receptionist spoke into the intercom and soon, a gorgeous blonde appeared.

"You must be Brett. I've been expecting you!" She leaned towards him and whispered into his ear the words, "Sheer stockings!"

It felt as if he was hit by a bolt of lightning. he wanted to do anything this stranger wanted him to do!

Barbara soon had brett naked on the couch. She gave him a relaxing massage. Then she waxed him and removed all of his body hair. She brought in another girl who gave brett a manicure and pedicure. After his fingernails and toenails were done, it was time for another massage--this time with moisturising cream. Barbara could not resist moisturising brett's cock too. All the while, brett was deeply hypnotised and did not question any of the things she did to him. he meekly complied.

The next day, he felt refreshed and relaxed. He didn't even notice the changes in his appearance--not even that his legs had no hair. For some reason though, he had to return to the lingerie store to see that nice lady again! He entered the store and saw the lovely Marla.

"How can I help you, Sir?" she asked.

"I um......"

Before he finished his sentence, She looked him in the eyes and said, "Black satin, My dear."

he returned to the deep hypnotic trance state from the previous occasion that he had visited the store. Marla closed down the store as, once more, She did not want to be disturbed. She had brett strip again and stand before her. A vacant gaze was in his eyes. She was pleased with Barbara's handiwork! he looked good! She went out in the back room and returned with a few more interesting items: big false boobs, a black satin corset, sheer stockings, high heeled shoes, and a pair of panties. She helped brett to dress in the items and convinced him just how good it felt to be feminised by Her. (It required little effort to persuade him on this point.) Marla left him standing in the centre of the room in his fully feminine regalia and went to the phone. She made a quick phone call and returned Her attention to Her powerless prey.

"Now, brett my dear, open your eyes for Me."

brett opened his eyes. There standing before him was his girlfriend Tanya. She smiled, looked him up and down, and then she turned to the woman proprietor.

"Thank you, Auntie Marla, it's just what I always wanted!" Tanya tenderly kissed her aunt's hand which was bedecked as usual with that ruby ring. "I am thanking you twice, auntie. Those lessons in surreptitious mesmerism you gave me sure did the trick and turned the tables."

Both women laughed mischievously and triumphantly. ............... Brit Brat