GLORYHOLE HYPNO-SLUT
An Erotic Short Story
by Imogen Linn
Website: http://imogenlinn.com
Twitter: @ImogenLinn
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Copyright 2012 by Imogen Linn
First SmashWords Edition: February 2012
Cover design by Imogen Linn
Cover photo © konradbak – Licensed through Fotolia.com
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Caroline’s having problems at college. Falling grades, disciplinary issues – nothing’s going right until she starts hypnotherapy. Suddenly, everything’s turning around – her studies seem easier, and she’s happier than she’s ever been. But, why is she suddenly dressing so provocatively, and what’s this strange fascination with the adult bookstore, particularly the gloryholes in the booths upstairs?
Warning: this erotic short story of approx. 12,200 words contains graphic descriptions of oral sex, lesbian sex and gooey, messy gloryhole fun.
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MATURE CONTENT
This story contains sexually explicit material, and is intended only for persons over the age of 18. By downloading and opening this document, you are stating that you are of legal age to access and view this work of fiction. All of the characters involved in the sexual situations in this story are intended to be 18 years of age or older, whether they are explicitly described as such or not.
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Gloryhole Hypno-Slut
Caroline left the hypnotherapist’s office, carefully closing the door behind her. She took a deep breath and exhaled, slowly. She felt her lips curling up in a smile – not at anything in particular, she just felt so relaxed and happy. She could hardly believe the contrast from just a short while ago, when she had arrived for her first, mandated appointment.
Then, she’d been depressed and angry, which seemed to be the story of her life, these days. There was no specific reason – or, at least, nothing she’d figured out. It just felt as if something wasn’t right – as if she were simply in the wrong place, or on the wrong track.
Her grades at college were suffering, and it didn’t seem to matter how much time she spent in the library, or in her dorm room, hitting the books. She just couldn’t concentrate. Her mind seemed to be spinning in circles, and nothing she studied seemed to sink in. So that, every time she started an assignment, it was as if she’d learned nothing from all the lectures and assignments before it.
It had been getting worse and worse, recently. She had become surly and snappy with the few friends she had left and, in her calmer moments, she knew it was only a matter of time before she drove them away, too.
As for guys, well … Caroline had never had a lot of use for sex. Oh, she’d dated a few times in high school. As the captain of her school’s very successful karate team, she’d gotten plenty of attention. It didn’t hurt that all the training had given her a very toned and athletic body. That, along with her long legs, blond hair and attractive features, meant that boys most definitely noticed her. But, to be completely honest, Caroline just couldn’t see what all the fuss was about. She’d tried dating, and had even lost her virginity to the captain of the football team, in the back of his car. But, really, it had been a very unsatisfying experience – undignified and even a little painful.
Boys were so shallow and pointless, and Caroline really didn’t see why she should be expected to go to a lot of trouble with her clothes or her hair, just so they would like how she looked. At college, she wanted to keep herself one hundred percent focused on her studies. So, she dressed virtually the same every day, in jeans, sweatshirt and trainers, and almost never bothered with makeup. She wasn’t interested in boys, and made no effort to make herself interesting to them, either.
She was applying the same single-minded determination to her classes that she had in the dojo. And yet, it wasn’t working. The harder she tried, the less success she had, and it was driving her insane.
Wound tighter and tighter, it was only a matter of time before Caroline snapped. Last Friday night, she had let her girlfriends persuade her to join them in a bar, after classes. She even went so far as to wear a tight t-shirt, instead of her usual baggy sweater, and put on a little lipstick for the occasion. As usual, her friends Becky and Su Lin were soon at the center of a cluster of boys, all vying for their attention. One of them, a boy called Jeff, who had a few classes with Caroline, had had a few too many beers, and had been persistently trying his luck with Caroline, doing his slightly-tipsy best to be witty and charming, but refusing to take no for an answer. She had tried to be polite, at first, but in the end, as his advances became more and more desperate, Caroline had just snapped. Her knuckles were still a little bit bruised, but nowhere near as bad as Jeff’s face. She hadn’t quite broken his nose, apparently, but she’d knocked him on his ass in front of his friends.
She thought the bruising to his ego was probably his most serious injury, but the college were taking it all very seriously. She had been called up in front of a disciplinary committee, and the only way she’d managed to keep from being kicked out was to agree to a course of therapy to “learn to control your temper, and deal with your anger-management issues.” That hadn’t sounded too bad – just one more bit of pain-in-the-ass bullshit to add to her pile. The other part – a formal apology to Jeff, was a bit more worrying. Caroline wasn’t sure how she would manage that. It had been his fault, after all – that crack about her breasts absolutely deserved a punch in the face – but, she could worry about that later.
So, she’d been her usual angry and frustrated self, when she turned up for her first appointment, convinced that the whole thing would be a complete waste of her time. Of course there was nothing wrong with her – it was just that she was surrounded by assholes, and she was having some trouble concentrating, that’s all. But, she had to admit, the therapist honestly seemed to be the real deal.
Thinking back, Caroline decided that Dr. Henderson was pretty hot, too, in an old guy kind of a way – he must have been at least forty, with hair showing a touch of grey at the temples, and those little wrinkles that old people seemed to get, at the corners of his eyes. He had this amazing voice – deep and rich, the kind of voice you heard on the radio, usually advertising some wonder drug that would make all your problems go away. His eyes were quite something, too – a wintry blue, with a stare that seemed to pierce her to the core. The moment he looked at her in that quiet, appraising way, Caroline had felt a calmness sweeping over her. Here, at last, was someone who understood. He got her, he really did – she was sure of it.
She couldn’t remember very much about the session itself, after the initial chat about how she felt about the incident, and what she thought about her college life. He was a great listener – that came with the job, she supposed – and really easy to talk to. Caroline was able to open up and really talk, for what seemed like the first time in a very long while.
Later, there had been some stuff with a candle flame, and she had just relaxed and let his deep, rich voice wash over her. She thought he had given her some instructions, or suggestions, at least. But, she couldn’t remember any of the details right now, except the stuff about the pendant.
Dr. Henderson had given her a big, ugly necklace of black glass – a large chunk of it dangling most of the way down to her belly button. He’d said it was a way to let her subconscious mind talk to her – something about her anger coming from a lot of feelings she was repressing, or some other hypnotherapy psycho-babble. Anyway, he’d set it up so that whenever she was repressing or avoiding thoughts or actions that, deep down, she really wanted, the pendant would get hot.
It wouldn’t really get hot, he’d said – it wasn’t a magic necklace, or anything. Instead, the suggestions he’d implanted in her mind would make her feel that it had gotten warm – the hotter it got, the stronger she was repressing. He’d told her to wear it for a while, and pay attention when it got warm. She was supposed to report back about it, next week.
Then, suddenly, it was the end of the session. Caroline wished it could have gone on longer – that she could have spent more time with his voice in her ears, under the gaze of those deep blue eyes. But, her time was up, for today.
Still, she felt happier and more relaxed now than she could remember feeling for a very long time, and there was a spring in her step as she walked down the hall to the elevator.
While she waited, she studied herself in the mirror. No, it really wouldn’t do. Whatever had possessed her to dress like that – so dowdy and boring? That baggy sweatshirt hung on her like an old sack. Caroline knew she had a great body. She really should be showing it off some more. And those trainers did absolutely nothing for her legs which, she admitted, were pretty spectacular, too. Her hair could use some attention, as well – at the moment it was in a simple, practical ponytail. It didn’t look bad, exactly, but there was so much more she could do with it, and some makeup wouldn’t go amiss, either. Let’s face it, she’d really been letting herself go, and it was time to put a stop to it.
When the elevator arrived, it was quite crowded – mostly office workers heading out for lunch. Caroline squeezed in, watching the floor numbers, like everyone else, while the elevator descended. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her ass. An automatic, angry response rose up from inside her, and she felt an answering burst of heat from the pendant, beneath her sweatshirt. But, before she could turn around and shout at whoever it was, that sense of calm, relaxed happiness seemed to well up, smothering her anger. Who cares if someone thought she had a nice ass, and wanted to cop a quick feel? No sooner had this thought crossed her mind, than she felt the pendant cool down again. She felt the hand give a quick squeeze, but just ignored it, not even looking around when the elevator doors finally opened.
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The days seemed to have flown past, and Caroline was back for her second appointment. That sense of calm happiness hadn’t stayed with her the whole time, but Caroline had felt it, occasionally, during the week. There had been a few times when she knew she would normally have gotten angry, but she’d managed to keep her temper, and just brush off whatever was annoying her – dismissing it as if it were a buzzing fly that she could wave away and ignore.
The pendant had helped, strangely enough. Sometimes, when she’d felt those hot flashes of anger, the pendant had given a pulse of heat of its own. Whenever it did so, Caroline stopped her angry response to whatever it was (mostly boys at college coming on to her, or guys whistling at her in the street). Often, that same sense of calm would wash over her, and Caroline felt herself just giving a small smile instead of losing her temper.
Her lectures and coursework had seemed a little easier this week, too. Caroline found herself better able to concentrate. Things were still harder than she thought they should be, but she was definitely getting to grips with the concepts a little faster. All in all, life seemed to be getting better. So, there was a definite bounce to her walk this morning, as she eagerly headed down the corridor to Dr. Henderson’s office, for her next hypnotherapy session.
The heels of her new red shoes clacked on the tiled floor, her steps echoing in a cheerful rhythm. Her hair hung in waves down to her shoulders, and the hem of the light summer dress swayed around her knees as she walked. She wondered if he would notice the change in her appearance, since last week. She’d taken extra time with her makeup, this morning, choosing a shade of lipstick that matched her shoes.
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Just like last week, the session seemed to end far too soon. Dr. Henderson had noticed the changes in her, and Caroline felt herself blushing a little when he’d told her how nice she looked. There had been a twinkle, deep in his eyes, when he looked at her. She wasn’t sure exactly what that look had meant, but she realized that maybe he wasn’t all that old – not really.
He asked about her week, and particularly about the pendant, seeming very pleased with her progress. During the session, he taught her some meditation and breathing exercises, to help her concentrate and maintain her focus. As her chest rose and fell with each deep in and out breath, Caroline noticed how awkward her bra felt – it was really restrictive and cumbersome. She’d never realized before just how confining and uncomfortable it was.
At one point, Dr. Henderson had corrected her, when she fidgeted during the meditation practice. Caroline felt a tingle inside at the stern note of command in that deep, rich voice, and a pulse of warmth from the pendant. She opened her eyes to see him staring at her, and felt a flush of excitement, mixed with just a little bit of fear.
Then he had lit the candle again, and his voice had washed over her, as before. She still couldn’t remember the details, but she knew he had been praising her, at the beginning, and had given her more suggestions for ways she could be even better.
Caroline felt a flush of warmth every time she thought about agreeing with his suggestions, whatever they had been, and promising to do everything he told her. It was funny that she couldn’t remember, now, exactly what she had been agreeing to. Still, she seemed to be doing well enough – Dr. Henderson said so. Whatever the suggestions had been, she was sure they’d come back to her, when the time was right.
The elevator was crowded again. She supposed it always was, at this particular time of day. She squeezed in, eagerly, waiting with some anticipation as the car resumed its descent. Sure enough, she soon felt a hand on her ass, again. The material of her dress was much thinner than her jeans, and she could feel the warmth of the man’s hand – she was pretty sure it was a man. This time, Caroline wiggled her ass, pushing back against the hand and grinning to herself. She felt the press of his fingers as he squeezed her firm cheek.
Her way back to college took Caroline through a slightly seedy part of town, past liquor stores, pawn shops, adult movie theaters and even a large shop selling sex toys and porn. Last week, Caroline had hurried past, her eyes resolutely down-turned, and a disapproving expression on her face. Today, though, she was more curious. OK, her parents wouldn’t have approved – her upbringing had been quite strict, in that regard – but, they weren’t here, were they? Besides, she was a grown woman, now. It was time for her to decide for herself what she did and didn’t approve of. The pendant seemed to agree with her, growing warm against her skin.
The entrance to the adult movie theater looked dark and mysterious, but the sex shop was brightly lit, with a colorful display in the large windows. Caroline stopped to look, curious about the strange collection of items on display – various bizarre-looking things made of plastic, rubber, metal and even glass.
The dildos were obvious – large artificial phalluses, some of which made her blush as she thought about whether or not they would even fit inside her. There were ingenious protrusions on a few of them, clearly designed to penetrate the anus and/or stimulate the clitoris while the main shaft was being pushed into the pussy.
Some other items were less easily understood, and Caroline was fascinated by an arrangement of what she figured out were butt plugs, ranging from slender ones made of some kind of rubber through to fat, bulbous devices of chrome or glass with ornamental jewels on the base. There was even a plug which had a fake horse tail attached. Caroline couldn’t imagine how anyone could fit some of the plugs inside them – they were just so fat. She felt her own sphincter clench, involuntarily. But, she supposed, it was a matter of practice and training, like most things.
The strangest item looked a bit like one of those old-fashioned flashlights that security guards sometimes carried. But, instead of a lens and bulb at the front, there was a bit of flesh-colored rubber with what looked like a vagina on it, although some of them had a pair of lips, instead. Caroline felt herself blushing, fiercely, as she figured out what those were for – sex toys for men.
As she stared into the store through the window, Caroline met the eyes of the girl sitting behind the counter, inside. She was pretty, with dusky skin, spiky blue hair and a silver ring piercing one nostril. She looked up from the book she was reading, and gave Caroline a friendly smile. Caroline quickly dropped her eyes – she felt as if she’d been caught doing something wicked. She shivered, and suddenly wondered what on earth she was doing, staring at a window display of sex toys. This really wasn’t like her at all, she thought, as she quickly hurried off back to her dorm, the pendant getting quite hot between her breasts.
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Once again, the week at college seemed to fly past. Caroline was feeling more and more confident about her studies – she even got her very first A grade on a paper she’d written. She stuck it up on the wall, above her desk, feeling a flush of pride every time the large red letter A caught her eye. She chatted with her mom about it on the phone, but the person she really wanted to tell was Dr. Henderson. She imagined those blue eyes filled with approval as he looked at her – she would cast her eyes down, modestly, with a small smile on her lips as she basked in his regard.
Caroline caught herself thinking of him often, these days. Even though she only spent an hour or two per week with him, he was often in her thoughts. Whenever she did so, she felt the pendant grow warm.
Now that Caroline was making an effort to look nice, she was getting a lot more male attention around campus, despite Jeff’s friends spreading the story of her punching his lights out all over the college. She was getting a lot of appreciative stares, these days – her short, summery dresses showing off her slender figure. This was particularly true once she’d stopped wearing those awful bras. Her small, high breasts really didn’t need any extra support, and it felt so much better this way. Whenever she heard an appreciative whistle, or caught a man staring at her, a small smile would spread over her lips, and her nipples would harden a little, pushing through the thin fabric of her dress.
As she walked happily down the corridor to Dr. Henderson’s office, Caroline enjoyed the feeling of the warm summer air caressing her. This dress came down to the middle of her thighs, and the breeze felt so good on the newly-bare lips of her pussy.
She couldn’t believe she’d never thought of shaving herself down there, before. It just felt so good – tingly and exciting, especially without underwear. In fact, she thought, she was doing an awful lot of things that she’d never have done before … before what?
It felt liberating and naughty to be dressed like this, and her smile grew a little bit wider whenever she caught a man looking at her. She wondered how they would feel if they knew she was completely naked, under her dress. The heat of the pendant seemed to match the heat of her cheeks, when she thought this. Her heels clacked out a cheerful rhythm on the tiled floor, and Caroline smiled to herself as she stepped into Dr. Henderson’s office.
As she had expected, he was very pleased with her progress, including her A. His eyes crinkled as he gave her a rare smile, and Caroline felt something deep in her belly tightening when she saw his gaze lingering on her legs. Her short dress had ridden up even further when she sat down, and she knew it was only just covering her naked, shaven pussy. The thought of him seeing her there brought a flush to her cheeks, the pendant pulsing hotly against her skin, and she barely managed to stop herself spreading her legs wider and flashing him. Caroline wondered what had gotten into her. She wasn’t normally like this, but something about Dr. Henderson made her want him to notice her in much more than a doctor to patient kind of way.
In this session, Dr. Henderson taught her more relaxation exercises – not just breathing, this time. Today, he lit the candle, and then her showed her some meditation postures to help her stay focused, and keep her in the correct frame of mind. As his soothing voice washed over her, Caroline moved gracefully from one stance to another. She didn’t want to wrinkle her dress, so she asked Dr. Henderson if it would be OK for her to take it off.
At the back of her mind, Caroline had a nagging feeling that taking off her clothes was a bad thing. But, she really couldn’t remember why that was. Anyway, it didn’t seem very important, so when Dr. Henderson gave her a grave nod of agreement, she removed her dress and carefully hung it over the back of her chair, before returning to what he called the first position. It felt so much more natural to do this naked, standing with her legs apart and her hands clasped behind her neck. Caroline loved the way this pose thrust her breasts up and forward. When Dr. Henderson walked around her, studying her posture, she felt her nipples grow very hard, and her pussy tingling.
Second position was kneeling on the floor, with her knees apart and her hands clasped behind her back. This time, when Dr. Henderson came around the desk to talk to her, Caroline was very much aware that her face was at the same level as his crotch. She couldn’t stop herself staring at the front of his pants. It was difficult to tell, but she thought she saw a bulge there, and the thought that Dr. Henderson was getting hard while she knelt, naked, in front of him, was delicious.
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As always, the session ended far too soon, but Caroline was filled with the now-familiar sense of relaxed happiness that she always had after seeing Dr. Henderson. She walked down the corridor, with a strong sense of purpose. She was going to do something, although she couldn’t quite remember what it was, right now. The pendant was very warm, so it must be important. Oh well, it was bound to come to her, at some point.
The elevator was even more crowded than usual, today. As she stepped inside, Caroline couldn’t help but scan the faces of the people inside, wondering which of them was mister grab-ass. It didn’t take long at all, today, before she felt his hand on her bottom. After the initial grab, she felt the fingers pause before moving from side to side across her ass. She could tell he was checking to see if she really wasn’t wearing any underwear. Caroline grinned to herself and lifted up onto her tiptoes, so that the hem of the dress was higher than his wandering hand, and then lowered herself back down so that his hand slid under the short dress, and he was feeling the bare flesh of her ass. As he explored her pantie-less behind, his fingers brushed lightly over the mound of her pussy, bringing a soft gasp that Caroline quickly tried to cover with a cough.
Caroline headed straight for the sex shop, where there was something she had to do, striding confidently through the door.
The same girl as last week was at the counter – Elise, according to her name tag.
“Hi there. I was wondering when I’d see you again.”
“You were?”
“Mhm,” Elise nodded, with a smile, “so, did you want to check out some of our toys more … thoroughly?
“I can help you choose something, if you like – I’m quite an expert.”
Caroline though that was probably true, but sex toys wasn’t why she was here … why was she here?
“No, thank you. I don’t think that’s what I want.”
“OK, then. DVDs, maybe?”
Warmer – definitely warmer.
“Perhaps …”
“We’ve got a really good selection on the racks. Or, you could go upstairs and watch some of them right now, in our video booths.”
Much warmer.
“Video booths?”
“Yes,” Elise leaned closer, speaking in a low voice, as if sharing a wicked secret, “some of them even have gloryholes.”
Between her breasts, the pendant gave a sudden, powerful pulse of heat. That was it! The gloryholes – that’s what she was supposed to do here. Caroline felt a sudden jolt of recognition, despite not having the faintest idea what a gloryhole was.
“Yes. That’s it. I want to use the gloryholes,” Caroline announced in a cheerful voice that carried around the store. Embarrassed, she blushed and lowered her voice, “Er, I mean, if that’s OK?”
Elise chuckled, and handed her a fistful of small metal tokens, “It’s more than OK, sweetie. Here you go, have a great time. Up the stairs, and pick any booth without a light on above the door – number 14 is my favorite”
“Umm, thanks. But, don’t I have to pay?”
“Honey, if a lovely little thing like you wants to come in and use the gloryholes, believe me, we’d be happy to pay you.”
Caroline was puzzled by this, but was too embarrassed by now to ask for any more information. Elise’s obvious flirting was confusing her, too. She didn’t want the other girl to think she was completely clueless – even if she was. So, clutching her tokens, Caroline headed through the store to the stairs.
Her earlier confidence was starting to fade, a little, and the many glances she was getting from the customers – all men – as she walked past the display racks were starting to make her a little nervous. She pressed her hand over the pendant hanging beneath her dress, taking comfort in its steady warmth.
The stairs were those modern type that looked a bit like a ladder, where the steps were completely open at the back, and Caroline realized that anyone standing below – the two or three men currently browsing that section of the DVDs, for instance – would have a clear view up her dress to her shaven twat.
She hesitated, uncertain about what to do. This was the only way up to the gloryholes, and that’s where she needed to be. So, she decided to brazen it out, taking the steps a little quicker than she might otherwise have done. She heard a small gasp of surprise from below her, but kept her eyes forward, not wanting to meet the gaze of whoever it was she had just flashed.
Finally, Caroline found herself in a corridor with a row of identical doors, quite close together. None of the lights above the doors was on, so she had her pick of the booths. Choosing Elise’s favorite, booth number fourteen, Caroline opened the door and stepped inside.
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The booth was dimly lit – the only illumination coming from a little red bulb above the door, leaving the corners in deep shadow. Caroline examined the small room, curiously. There was a screen mounted in one wall – it was off at the moment, but a small sign on the wall instructed her to feed her tokens into the coin slot – and a red vinyl armchair.
The other interesting feature was the holes – the gloryholes, she supposed. Each of the side walls had two holes at roughly waist height, several inches across and about three feet apart. Caroline crouched down to peer through, and could just about make out identical booths to either side, just as dim and dark as her own.
Well, she was here now, and had a fistful of tokens. So, she might as well see what all the fuss was about. Caroline sat down in the chair, fed a few tokens into the slot, and the TV screen sprang to life, the flickering glow lighting the room.
The booth was suddenly filled with the loud moans and cries of the woman who was being very thoroughly fucked on the TV screen. She was on her back, on a bed, with a man standing on the floor in front of her, holding her legs wide as his huge cock pistoned in and out of her.
Caroline gasped, and covered her mouth with her hand. OK, she’d seen a little bit of porn, before – she did use the Internet, after all. But, this was different – it was so big and loud, and the picture on the screen was just so vivid, she couldn’t help but be shocked. She hurriedly pressed the button next to the coin slot, thinking it would turn off the TV.
Instead, it just changed the channel. Now, there was a different man fucking a woman from behind as she knelt on her hands and knees, her face buried between the legs of another woman as she licked and sucked on her pussy. The moans and cries were just as loud, but Caroline was getting over her initial shock, and she lingered to watch for a few moments, her hand clutching the pendant through her dress as she watched the three people on the screen. Judging by the sounds the women were making, they seemed to be having a lot more fun than she remembered having, the few times she’d had sex.
This must have been a preview channel or something, because now the image changed by itself. There was a woman on her knees, sucking a man’s cock as he stood over her – his head out of the camera’s view. Caroline watched, fascinated, as the long, thick shaft slid between her lips, glistening with her saliva as she bobbed her head back and forth.
After a short while, the man took his cock out of her mouth and started jacking off, the head pointing at her face as she knelt, her mouth open wide. With a loud grunt, he came – thick, ropy strands of jizz shooting from his cock, some landing in her mouth and the rest spattering her face.
Caroline watched with a dry mouth, her teeth biting down on her lower lip as the sight of the woman taking a hot cum facial held her spellbound. Her heart was beating hard, and she felt a tingling between her legs, suddenly very conscious of the slick vinyl beneath her bare thighs.
The scene on the TV changed again – another woman, naked and on her knees, but this time not just one man. She knelt at the center of a ring of hard cocks, moving her mouth from one to the next – her hands busy, too, as she stroked their shafts. In this scene, the men were more aggressive, grabbing her hair to pull her mouth onto their cocks, or to shove her face forward onto someone else’s.