West of the Centre of Los Angeles, not far from LAX Airport and Marina Del Rey was Langourie tower. It was an imposing 30 floored structure. Perched on its top floor was a huge diamond-like structure which moved around at night bathing the ground below in flickering, mesmerising scintillas of coloured light.

It was the headquarters of the Langourie media empire. This up and coming corporate heavyweight had massively grown into a now formidable body encompassing some 20 smaller organisations with offices in London, Paris, Rome, Madrid, Tokyo, Berlin, Prague and a brand new branch in Beijing.

It’s CEO, Lady Langourie, had an opulent office befitting Her station and style right at the top of the building. But She was not there today. Instead, She was in the 10 floors below ground level. A subterranean location for so much of Her corporate headquarters was potentially dangerous because of the earthquake risk. But this degree of concealment was absolutely necessary for Her to carry on Her life’s work and bring it to fruition. Her ultimate, laudable goal was hypnotically taming and controlling the entire male population through female dominant hypnosis.

Anyone visiting the tower would note that all the important jobs were held by women. The males were more like mesmerized drones. Actually the men were mesmerized drones captured and hypnotically trained-in Languorie Tower’s underground complex. Those who were consciously cognizant of its existence often affectionately nicknamed it the “Nursery of Narcosis”. Lady Langouries hypno-slaves and pets were brought here and intensively subjected to sleep hypnosis and a daily repetition of how to best serve and please and [for the most elite and luckiest of them all] intensely and intimately pleasure their new mistresses.

Lady Langourie was in the most important part of this hidden area now, the point where new potential hypno-slaves came in. New trainees were often so predictably rebellious and willful. Only after all things were set to rights in their conscious and {far more important} subconscious minds were those deemed useful and acceptable to later plead for their subservient sleepy-time.

Lady Langourie sternly and calculatingly looked around the small meeting room where She sat with Her daughter, Amanita and Her Deputy CEO mistress Dormina. With a wave of Her hand a pair of curtains parted at the end of the room to reveal a huge plasma TV screen.

“Now ladies, I have brought you here firstly to make My daughter aware of the power behind Our little mens “Play Group” that she has been bringing her mesmerically anesthetized victims to for so long.” Amanita swept back her longed crimped blonde hair and smiled smoothing her black two piece satin blouse and trousers down as she did so.

” But secondly We’re going to see how that power will soon help Us to achieve Our final aim. Observe….”

Suddenly a diagram of a satellite appeared on the screen with accompanying small sub-diagrams of it’s trajectory, speed, and mode of transport into orbit.

Once this detailed image was fully displayed, Lady Languorie began Her explanation. “Communications satellite NG507/1157 to be launched from the new European space exploration centre in Suffolk, England in a months time. A poor title but this is possibly the most powerful tool in the sky. It’s able to literally lock onto every cable and satellite point as well as all cell phone networks and the worldwide web at any time….We want it for OUR purpose”.

At this point, She enjoyed a few sips from Her Waterford crystal glass inscribed with Her personally designed crest and filled with the delicately flavored, high-end bottled water of Her choice. After luxuriating a bit in Her executive’s chair, even the biggest big wigs would have openly envied, She continued.

“Our purpose of course is to hypnotically mesmerize and enslave every living male adult on earth. For too long We have been dictated to by their weak, emotional , yet muscle-bound power. Remember, Ladies, We are the collective handle that rocks the cradle. Our sex soothes and controls and builds their personalities–only for them to become brutish and unbearable later. Yet, fortunately for Us and them too, deep in their subconscious they never forget We nurtured them, We soothed and coddled their once helpless bodies to sleep, We caressed their brows in sickness, We regaled their sporting prowess in their health. We!! built them, only to regrettably let them control Us. Now We are on the cusp of controlling them.”

A determined look spread across Lady Languorie’s refined and lovely countenance before She made Her summation and laid out Her plan.

“We are the collective hand that rocks their cradle. Now We will rule their world. We aim to take over this satellite. It has to go up with a manned crew for security reasons while orbiting earth. We aim to have one member of that crew to program its antenna to search for Our operating code and OUR media. Observe…..”

Suddenly the screen cut to 2 video files…

The first featured a clear remix of an old black and white TV show with two stars singing their audiences to sleep, at the end there faces became stern and they said “Now all the lulled and completely asleep males both here and beyond will become our slaves, you will obey as you sleep, obey as you sleep.”

The next scene was a weathergirl pointing at a swirling area on a map “Of course there are clouds here, gentle clouds, wonderful clouds, clouds that all you men really want to carry you off to dreamland….sleeeep my pets, sleeeep”

Lady Langourie turned to Her friends and co-conspirators..

“So you see, even these simplistic programs can lull males into their properly submissive condition where they will actually benefit the planet. These are only a few but We have plans to implement them and create far more effective vehicles. Each one will be handcrafted for each communications medium where it will operate in achieving Our goals. What We need is a rocketman, an astronaut of the old type, to program the satellite on a spacewalk under OUR command. We think We have such a man. But he does not know it yet. This is where Our staff comes in….”

The video shifted to a young blue-eyed boy in a pilot suit..

Lady Languorie regally yet somehow maternally pointed one feminine and paradoxically powerful hand at the image.

“Ian J Mars, My friends. Now aged 34 but still the best test pilot in England and the main tech man of the voyage to install this satellite. We have been doing some extensive research on this gentleman. We have found that he , despite his adrenaline-charged life, yearns to be put to sleep like a little child. And he absolutely loves the feel of satin. He is addicted to satin and female-induced sleep. What could be better?”

Lady Langourie fell silent and permitted Her companions to fully absorb and delightedly bask in the satisfying serendipity in this beneficial set of converging circumstances. Once these three Women had a few moments to revel in Their pleasures, Lady Languorie carried on. “What’s more, this man, when very young, encountered the irrepressible, irresistible, and unconquerable hypnotic lady that now runs our conditioning centre for men. At 20 he was involved in a motorcycle accident. He was put into hospital where the lady that you will soon see was his nurse….She nurtured and comforted him. He developed a fascination for her which we have and shall continue to put this to good use.”

Her hand waved again and the screen cut to a scene in England revealing a shop called, in flowing languorously enticing and hypnotic handwriting “Satin Repose”. Beside this photograph was a media file. Lady Langourie clicked it and as it loaded She kept speaking..

“The lady featured, who you will get to know soon, was once called Caroline Peters. She was a state registered nurse at the hospital that Our astronaut was placed in in England. She was fascinated by this virile but helpless young man who was just 19 at the time. She made a point of comforting him. He had no immediate family and he was out on his own. He adored her approaches and she was by his bed all the time. As you shall see he especially recalls one particularly important incident. But once he was out of hospital and despite seeing “Caroline” he spurned her obvious desires. His rejection of her was not through hate , but through youthful confusion motivated by the fact that at that age he could not deal with being erotically attracted to an older woman…. Caroline was not so much hurt but very practical. Once he became less helpless and more traditionally masculine she lost interest. She prefers helpless man-boys. But she always shone a torch for this young man.”

“Caroline later realised her hypnotic prowess . But because of her height and build she first became a female wrestler. You may remember “Lady Lullaby”–the wrestler who, having got her opponents in a vice-like grip , put them to sleep with a soothing but mocking voice.”

“When Our teams met her we developed her skills and turned her nurturing instinct, physical power, height and strength, and her love for satin into our primary hypnotic conditioner. Now she is Our Lady, HYPNOMOMMY.”

Suddenly Mistress Dormina and Amanita gasped. On the screen was a towering image of a lady with long, flowing blonde hair. She wore a white blouse of rippling satin and a shimmering black mermaid-style skirt to match. She was clearly at least 6 feet and 10 inches tall, taller even than Lady Langourie’s statuesque daughter Amanita. She had a large frame that was nevertheless perfectly proportioned to her height. She had the most voluptuous and voluminous and utterly mesmerizing, huge breasts that anyone could imagine. In between them nestled a strangely incandescent jewelled pendant that she appeared to nonchalantly finger with one satin gloved hand….

“We will see her potent prowess soon. But for now watch this covert video of her and Mr. Mars in England last week in the town in the West Midlands where we have given her her “Shop”. Please observe.”

The file opened to reveal a youngish man transfixed by a bed swathed in wonderfully sensuous satin sheets and pillows. This dreamy bed of his dreams was resting in a shop window. As he gazed intensely upon his desire, the lady just identified as HYPNOMOMMY tapped him on the shoulder….

“How are you, Ian? It’s been some time.”

“Caroline!” he replied. “Oh Caroline, how are you? I have so much to tell you. Is this your store?”

The conversation flowed, but one part was very relevant. Mr. Mars said,

“I really appreciate your support in the hospital you know. Especially the time that you stroked and soothed my head to try to get me to sleep. And I remember when I was to be operated on–you made me calm, you even said that you would like to sing me a lullaby. I was so overwhelmed. In fact why did you not become a hypnotist?”

“I became lots of things, Ian” said HYPNOMOMMY. “But I recall what you said and appreciate how you felt. You were very childlike, you know, just like a helpless little boy needing his sleeeep, sleeeeeeep.” As she said these words she flashed a bejewelled hand in front of his face.

She smiled down at her former charge while taking note of the slightly dreamy look in his eyes which never left her. Then she said mischievously,

“Only playing” she replied. “You have achieved a lot recently in a very manly way. Of course all those thoughts you will always subconsciously retain of me lulling you into dreamland must be laid to rest and seemingly forgotten, for the present. You have your mission. I imagine you have oh so many thoughts running around in your mind. All those responsibilities must be somewhat stressful, my drowsier little man. But perhaps one of my “Magic Beds” would help you relax in satin repose. I bet you still suffer insomnia don’t you?”

“Yeee-ees” he said clearly attracted by her denial of what he REALLY wanted her to do.

“Then come inside, my dear, and we will arrange everything. And I promise your orders are set to arrive before your very manly space mission.”

The video faded as he followed her into the shop.

“She has him hooked” said Lady Langourie. “Our plans are that she should again travel to England tomorrow and personally help him to get used to his “Magic Bed”. Then her goal is to hypnotically deliver Our instructions as to how the satellite We discussed will be programmed…. Now let us enjoy seeing what HYPNOMOMMY can do before she goes to England to ensnare her little Man-Boy.”

The screen cut to a scene of a man pacing up and down in a room furnished with one chair. The walls were covered in glistening white tiles. It looked like a holding cell.

Suddenly there was the sound of a door booming open and slamming shut. The man ran for the door, and off camera for a second, only to be seen gripped by the towering figure of HYPNOMOMMY. She was dressed in a shiny white satin blouse which strained to hold in her huge bosoms.

“Let me go! Let me GO!” shouted the man. “You can’t hold me here. You’re not police. That was all a lie. Now let me go!”

“Shhhhhh, Shhhhhhhhh” said HYPNOMOMMY in a soft, calm voice. As she did so she put an arm around him and clasped his face to her silken cleavage.

“Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm! Let me go, let me go!” struggled the now pathetic-looking figure.

“Try as you might, you won’t beat me, my sweet, oh so tired, little man. I am stronger in muscle and stronger in will. And you need a little nap, like any fractious, little child. Now I am going to put you to sleeep, put you to sleeeep. And you won’t resist me.”

“No! No sleep. Go away, go away!”

“Like I said, the harder you fight, the more my sweet soothing voice and strong arms and wonderfully voluptuous breasts will overwhelm you. For I am HYPNOMOMMY. and HYPNOMOMMY feels sooooooo gooooood it is for you to get a little help going to beddy bye’s. Why don’t you admit you need HYPNOMOMMY, sleeeeeeepy one. Now rest in my arms, watch my little toy, and listen.”

HYPNOMOMMY deftly lifted her large crystal pendant that looked like it was the size of a light bulb. Suddenly it came to life, flickering and glistening and throwing images of a maternal lady rocking someone to sleep in her arms all around the room. It emitted a gentle purring sound interspersed with sounds like an old-fashioned children’s lullaby music box. She waved it gently in front of her captive’s eyes whilst loosening her grip to massage his clearly relaxing neck…It was then that she started to sing. The sound of her voice was like a choir of sweet, gentle, lullaby voices as she crooned her hypnotic song to the man now resigned to nestling in her breast. The words were sweet and soothing. And after a while, one felt lost in them like the very edge of peaceful sleep where reality fades in and out like the spluttering flame of a softly dimming nightlight at the end of its mission to help tired, childlike eyes to finally close….

All the fight was ebbing out of him. “Nnnnnnn, nnnnnnnn” his now childlike voice whined as his eyes rolled and slammed shut. HYPNOMOMMY looked down at him with a mixture of adoration, possession, and triumph. She shifted his completely hypnotised body to the chair, gently sat him down, and soothingly stroked his cheek with her long, strong, surprisingly soft fingers.

“Goodnight, my little one. Sweet dreams. And remember that when we take you back to where we found you, you will simply wake up refreshed with no memory of what happened here.”

The screen faded.

“So that is an example of the potent hypnotic power of Our new enchantress. Soon She will exercise Her talents on Our “Rocketman”. Her orders are to program him to program his satellite to serve Us, the supreme Langourie dominant matriarchy that ALL males will grow to love serving. What do you think?….”

There was no reply. When she looked round Lady Langourie saw her deputy’s head finally lolling against the satin breast of Her daughter. Quite attractive and formidable Woman though She was, Mistress Dormina’s incredible will had swiftly and inevitably succumbed in a fruitless battle against softly, soothingly, spellbinding sleep. And Her daughter was sound asleep too. Lady Langourie smiled wickedly.

CHAPTER 2 “ROCK-A-BYE ROCKETMAN BOUND FOR THE SKIES, PREPARING ALL MEN TO BE HYPNOTIZED”

Ian Mars was amazed at his new “Magic Bed” sold to him by his long lost friend Caroline. But he was troubled. He just couldn’t sleep for some reason. Secretly he wished that Caroline would renew her acquaintance as his nurse, as the wonderful lady whose gentle voice and gossamer fingers across his furrowed forehead had gotten him through hard times.

He had his mission to think about as well. All the Zero Grav and G-Force training had ended. He had a “Furlough” for a week or more. He really just wanted to sleep. What he could now admit to himself that he really just wanted was for Caroline to sit beside him like before.

A few days after his bed was delivered there was a knock at the door. He opened it and saw Caroline, complete with what he saw was an overnight bag. His heart jumped. Maybe his dream would CUM true. I’d better just wait and see, he thought. Because as well as Caroline mesmerizing and soothing him, she had also aroused him. And like the lungfish or some other ancient animal misbelieved to be only a fossil deep in the earths mantle, his memories of his overwhelming attraction to Caroline {his blonde, truly titanic, Junoesque goddess of softly, sumptuously, and soothingly impressing irresistibly ensorcelling sleepiness upon him} had not died. He couldn’t stop looking at her utterly bountiful cleavage which was so prominent that it looked like it could wrap his head up like two man-boy-seeking torpedoes of voluptuous womanhood. No surprise then that his erotically extended manhood stiffened and protruded from his chinos like a rocky crag of sensual truth fighting and winning a battle against English tight lipped restraint.

Yes, it was Caroline. And she looked breathtakingly stunning. she wore a thin, gossamer satin dress which stretched voluminously to her bracelet endowed ankles but which devilishly exposed her utterly eye-ensnaring cleavage. A light-bulb-sized, strangely dim, crystalline pendant was bobbing tantalizingly above the valley of dusky entrancement that separated her two huge mammary glands.

“Hello, my dear, I have just come to see how much you like your new magic bed.”

“So wha-whats with the bag Caroline?” he nervously yet expectantly asked. His erotically-charged brain was shouting “Please stay. Please put me to sleep.”

As if on cue she replied…”Well I would like to, how shall I put it, “Baby-sit” you about the wonderful satiny, silky and totally mesmerizing bed that you have bought. In fact, why don’t we just go and see……..”

“Would you like to stay, Caroline?” He said.

“Well, I thought about it. But surely you wouldn’t want me disturbing your rest…But well, Ian! you do look tired, so very tired. I still care about you. I remember how I used to sit by your bed, soothing you as a young man, comforting you when you were in pain, lulling you when you simply could not sleeeeep!”

Ian felt a sudden change in his hearing–as if Caroline’s melodious voice was coming from a great distance. He remembered this unusual yet somehow familiar and comforting phenomenon and feeling from the hospital. Her constant, colossal, compassionate, and comely presence felt like a loving breast gathering his pained young soul up and gently transporting it to a beautiful sleepy rest.

“You want Me to hypnotizzzzze you. Don’t you, My little love? You have longed for Me to hypnotizzzzzze you for sssoooo, sssooooo long. You still crave My gentle voice. Even now you are growing drowsy. Come with Meeeeeee! Come with Me to your silk, satin magic bed awaiting your tired, little body, waiting to carry you away on a soft, peach, satin, silky cloud to sweet and silky fairyland.”

She took his hand and led him to his bedroom where his new utterly heavenly satin-swathed bed was resting. She sat him on the edge and whispered….

“This is going to happen now, My dear. You have always longed for this, craved! it. I know that you dreamed about Me putting you softly to silken slumber. Throughout the years. you longed for My lullaby voice and sleepybye massage. Well it’s going to happen now, My restful, relaxing, little, lovable angel loves Meeeeeee and every mesmerizing moment in you are definitely drowsier, desirable dreamland. Now lets get these clothes off you, you tired, sleepy, helplessly falling to sleepy bye little man-boy.”

While Her voice caressed his ears, Her forceful, feminine fingertips subtly, soothingly, and somewhat suggestively explored and relaxed other parts of his well-developed body. Once Caroline saw he was swiftly succumbing and sweetly surrendering to HYPNOMOMMY’S teasingly tender touch, this sirenic, statuesque sorceress softly and soothingly spoke spellbinding, wonderful words into his very soporific soul.

“Ooops a sleepy daisy, here goes your jacket, here goes your shirt. Oh My baby, you can hardly keep your dreamy, drowsier, tiring eyes open any longer–can you? It’s so maternal, so safe for you to quiet your mind and quietly rest here with Me. Now lets take off these socks and these pants…..”

She added….”Now lets take away these little boxer shorts and get you ready for hypno bedybye.”

He felt delightfully helpless, deliciously smothered, and totally dominated. Yet although one small facet of his mind tried to resist, it was arrested and detained by the overwhelming presence of the enchantingly enticing embodiment of his fetish he had all his life–to be put to sweet sleep by a dominant, maternal, satin-clad Mistress…No bets about which part of his persona triumphed in this debate as he let the wonderful woman who was now known and desired as HYPNOMOMMY massage his neck as She dressed him in peach satin pyjamas.

“Don’t fight in vain against feeling your peacefully pacifying pleasures of resting with me now. Ian! you know that I loved you more in pyjama-clad helpless sickness. Well, now I want to hypnotically adore you in silky satin pyjama-clad helplessness is already overwhelming you. Why should males get all the benefits of snuggling into silken dreams without wearing the attire themselves?”

He was growing more limp and helpless so close to Her presence was overpowering his mind and body. His weakening, waning will to feebly resist was drifting away like a plane leaving a vanishing vapour trail of it’s presence only for more dominant yet gentle silken clouds to dissipate it like it had never ever existed at all. With very little effort and even less resistance from enticed, enchanted, ensorcelled, entrancingly intoxicated Ian Mars She pulled him into the bed and then slowly, sensuously, suggestively, and seductively slid Her long-legged, long-waisted, firm, fascinating, forceful, feminine form in the bed so that he lay lulling and luxuriating beside HYPNOMOMMY Caroline Peters. She flicked a switch and the bed rocked back and forth, back and forth. She placed an arm over his shoulder and pulled him to her huge bosoms.

His eyes rolled around trying in vane to resist sleepiness, sensuality, and sooooooo many more pleasures than he had ever expected or even imagined. But so much of him was wanting, needing to be sent into sleep by his long-awaited Giantess Goddess.

“You see, Ian,” she said, “over time I stopped being only nurse Caroline Peters. I became HYPNOMOMMY instead. And although in conscious conversation you try to deny Me, you have always kept the mesmerizing memories of my sweet, soothing voice in your drowsier, relaxing, tiring, restful head. My sweet, soothing voice promising, even at the point that you were about to be operated on, to sing you a lullaby. Well now the time of your life with Me has come to passing you gently into sleepiness, quietness, and resting passively and peacefully in My maternal, mesmerizing, matriarchal embrace. as I whisper sweet, soft, sleep-inducing endearments in your ear you will also remember the times you came to My home–not just longing for sleep but for sensual, sleepy arousals. You turned away from enjoying and experiencing our overwhelmingly intoxicating pleasures. But you do not want to, nor can you ever even attempt, to turn away now. You will not turn away now. As you finally rest your sweet, little head on My huge, compelling bosoms, you realise that I am your HYPNOMOMMY. Yessss HYPNOMOMMY. And you want to sweetly sleep for Me, don’t you? But you need your lullaby, My darling . You need HYPNOMOMMY to gently sing you to sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.”

He slowly fell against Her silky satin breast. His eyes were elsewhere but it was then that HYPNOMOMMY dangled her pendant in front of his eyes and flicked another little switch. Ian marvelled, like a little child, at the images that the crystal cast upon the wall.

“You like this–don’t you, angel? It is an idea culled from the films of Marlene Dietrich where she uses a toy to help her lull a child to sleep. Marlene was a very sensual lady and you feel that so am I. She sang her child a lullaby. And I am going to hypnotize you even more with a lullaby as you snuggle into soft, caressing satin, My little man-boy-love….”

She then started singing.

“Oh little man-boy rest your head and close those tired eyes
Little man-boy be caressed by hypno-lullabies

“Oh little man-boy do not speak just rest upon my breast
Oh little man-boy softly drift into my silken resssst

“Oh little man-boy gently rest in HYPNOMOMMY’s bed
Oh little man-boy see her breasts pillow your tired head

“Oh little man-boy sweetly sleep and feel your manhood rise
Oh little man-boy just succumb with glazed and transfixed eyes

“My sleepy man-boy lose control surrender now and rest
Oh little man-boy gently sleep on HYPNOMOMMY’s breast

Oh little man-boy free your mind and here all my commands
Oh sleepy man-boy as you sleep your ramrod manhood stands”

She looked down and he was gone. His head slipped off her bosom and into her lap where she turned him over and said….

“Yessss, My dear one, you are close to sleep. But first you must suckle. Suck on My satin-swathed, wonderful bosom soothing you always juuuussst like the tired, little baby man-boy I want you to be.”

Soon he was suckling on HYPNOMOMMY’s breast. She deftly stroked his forehead and then said..

“That’s enough now. I am going to give you a baby kiss and you will then fall into the deepest and most relaxing sleep you have ever felt at this point.” And it was then that She started to slowly massage his hugely aroused man wand……

“My, my, my!!! rocketman, I can see where you got your name.”

HYPNOMOMMY had wondrously worked Her witching wiles and womanly will well indeed. Lady Languorie would be pleased with the results. However, the one-time wrestling titaness, Lady Lullaby, was fascinated by something much more intimate than worldwide feminine governance. Thanks to what She now held and beheld, Caroline Peters had other devilish delights on Her lasciviously lust-filled mind.

“You will satisfy Me. As you know , when men CUM they feel that they should just nestle and sleeeep. But as you sleep I will instruct you. I will instruct you how to program the satellite that you are meant to maintain. You will remember these commands and our pleasures and My powers overwhelming you forever. But now sleep man-child, sleeep.”

He collapsed into the silken quilt with a huge smile on his face…………

* * *

“MISSION CONTROL SUFFOLK….Contact lost twice with satellite but maintenance complete…..”

During both instances in which Mission Control lost contact with the best astronaut they had, Ian Mars was not disconnected from all communications. In both intervals HYPNOMOMMY spoke directly to her hypnotized charge. First, She instructed him to apply the global femhypno program to his satellite. The second time She wiped his memory.

She was tempted to get him to orgasm. Ever since Her assignment began, She was wondering how would a man in hypnotized ecstasy at zero gravity react to CUMMING in a space-suit? But she tamed Her Gargantuan desires–despite the fact that her “ROCKETMAN” was suitably endowed to satisfy her large needs……..

EPILOGUE

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