Porter said. "We'll start right away."I can't say I remember a lot about the hypnosis session. We began with some visualization and breathing exercise...s, but I don't remember much more. The next thing I remember is being in a small conference room with Dr. Porter and one of her assistants."The session went extremely well," explained Dr. Porter. "It took me several hours to lay the groundwork in your subconscious, but future sessions will take very little time. I'll leave you with my assistant,. Standing astride me Jo lifts my dick. At this height she can hold it upright and slide her pussy over my knob; coating it with her slim.Jo lowers herself just sufficient to lodge my knob within her pussy. As much as I try to thrust up to penetrate her I can’t. Jo now starts teasing me my playing with her boobs and then pushing her fingers through her long blonde hair. This causes her boobs to sway hypnotically. Jo stands still…. Her hands rest on my chest….Jo slips down and inch and then back. I am nude as best I can tell. The cool, dank air is tickling my skin all over. There is musky smell in the air. A basement? no. there is something clean about the smell. It's somewhere old, I smell old polished wood, and stone...a church? perhaps.There is a soft droning sound. It's not unpleasant or pleasant. It just consumes the room. It's all I can hear. It's like...a pipe organ, playing notes that don't belong together. but it's not. Maybe it's wind, howling through an opening. Fluids spurted into the open mouths of those victims, their parts were used for the delight of the Queen and the female victims were penetrated with gross indignity by her vicious devotee. The whip that adorned the king’s cringing and needy flesh was used to add piquant highlights to the base servitude, the cancerous perversity that the Queen always required to come to the heights of gratification that she craved. Finally those victims were branded with the mark of slavery and sold to those.