Can it really be ten years?, you ask yourself as you step back on to campus for your reunion. The setting is the same, but is now spruced for the festivities. Banners welcoming back alumni, balloons everywhere, and of course a crew of smiling staff ready to help you reminisce about all of the fun, crazy times you had as an undergrad.
You check in and grab your name tag, briefly looking around for the building where the first lecture of the day was about to begin. Once oriented, you find yourself walking quickly to the lecture hall, eager to find a seat in the back for the first presentationāreally the only reason you decided to attend the event in the first place. A professor of neuropsychology, Alex Ross, was going to give a lecture on the āThe Power of Hypnosis:Ā The Potential for Healingā and the name seemed to call to you like a sirenās call.
For two months, you threw away the āsave the dateā and promotional postcards, ignoring your alma materās attempts to draw you back to campus in honor of your tenth reunion, but when the brochure with the program arrived, you decided to flip through it out of curiosity.Ā Your eyes skimmed over the various luncheons and meetings and settled very suddenly on āHypnosisā in the title of the featured Warthel and Smith Memorial Lecture. Immediately it brought you back to your first introduction to hypnosis and the moment you discovered that you had a hypnokink. You were sitting in the lecture hall, watching your professor begin an induction for another female student. It was supposed to be an instructional demonstration, and instead triggered a level of arousal and lust in you that was transformational. You wanted to be her, to feel that release, to float mindless in the words, and to be controlled. It was one of the most erotic things you had ever witnessed and reading that word in the brochure made the room spin a little, your nipples tight, and your pussy throb.Ā Michelle, you cannot sink right now, get a hold of your self!Ā you demanded at the time.Ā There are so many other things to focus on than a stupid reunion and the prospects of another interminable lecture.
You started to smile at the remembered inner dialogue as you settle into your seat in the rear of the 50-person lecture hall, realizing it was inevitable that your curiosity and underlying fetish would win out. The room itself hadnāt changed a lot since your time --the seats were still mildly uncomfortable, but clearly a major upgrade to the technology had been made. A big screen dominated the front of the room, along with a podium and microphone to the left ā it all seemed familiar enough, but you were ansty for the program to get started. As you scanned the room for any familiar faces and passed over the alumni coming in to find their seats, you got your first glance of Professor Ross from behind. Tall, broad-shouldered, dirty blonde hair, with what looked to be just the start of grey sprinkled into the temples, wearing the prototypical tweed jacket and jeans that looked like he filled out quite nicely.
This could be even more interesting than I thought,Ā was the first thing that came to mind, and then you realized that you were locked into a gaze with him. He had been talking to a younger, striking woman, and they were discussing something intently, when he turned suddenly and you got caught by his blue eyes ā eyes that matched the color perfectly to his untucked oxford shirt. A familiar heat started to spread as you saw the corners of his mouth turn up into an irresistible smirk.Ā Oh, heās trouble,Ā you thought to yourself, as you eventually looked down and away from that piercing, knowing look.
Within a few moments, the crowd had settled down, and filled about half the room. The lights dimmed in the auditorium as the opening slide of the presentation, āThe Power of Hypnosis: The Potential for Healingā flashed onto the screen.Ā Professor Rossās rich baritone began, āWelcome back to campus everyone, my name is Alex Ross, and Iām a professor of neuropsychology here for the past seven years. My research focuses on the potential uses of hypnosis to reduce the amount of anesthesia patients might need, or to provide a sense of calm for patients before they go in for surgeryā¦or their annual dental visit.ā That brought a warm chuckle from the crowd, and he continued, āToday, it is an honor and a privilege to give the Warthel and Smith lecture, and in my presentation, I will share the evolution of my work throughout my tenure, first as a doctoral student and graduate assistant here in this very same room, and then what Iāve discovered about the power of hypnosis, and its ability to heal in my lab and other clinical settings.ā
āBefore I begin, please filter down to fill all the seats, just in the in case thereās a mad rush from registration,ā he said with that same jaunty smile, āoh, and I want to warn you that some of the early slides do have some flashing lights and visual effects, so if you are sensitive to these types of displays, now is your chance to abscond without any potential impact.ā
You begrudgingly rise from your seat, and move down four rows, settling in the middle of the aisle and trying to figure out what it was about Prof. Ross that was so intriguing. Certainly his voice was pleasant to listen to, and the way his hands moved to emphasize certain points had garnered your attention, but there was an ineffable quality about him that made you want to focus on every word that came from those well-formed lips.
A change in lighting from the big screen drew you from your reverie, and you saw a black and white image of Bela Lugosiās Dracula peering over his cape. āFor most us, this image or maybe a Svengali in a turban with a large jewel dangling from his fingers, were the first introductions to hypnosis. In popular culture, these images prevail, and baked within these portrayals there is something of the āother,ā the āoutsider,ā usually male, using his mystical powers ā and maybe more importantly, the power of his very male gaze to exert influence or control over a woman that he desires.ā
āThat perspective hasnāt changed much over the years,ā Prof. Ross continued, as he pointed up to the screen, and a number of images from movies and TV started to crossfade into each other as he described them. āI sure you remember Kaa, the giant constrictor from theĀ Jungle Book, with his swirling eyes. Or how about Ming the Merciless from the 1980Ā Flash GordonĀ film, when he uses the power of his ring to enthrall Dale Arden. And of course, thereās Jafar capturing the mind of Princess Jasmine with his staff,ā he paused as he said this, and it seemed like he was staring right at you when he said, āI wonder what the Disney animators were trying to tell us?ā
He quickly scrolled through some additional pictures of Saturday morning cartoons and movies like the modern CoppollaĀ Dracula, highlighting the oversimplification and mysticism associated with hypnosis in the zeitgeist of the general public.Ā Heās not wrong about the publicās view of hypnosis, but heās not semphasizing the obvious,Ā you thought to yourself, itās sexual and taboo, and touches all the dark, naughty places that hot college professors arenāt supposed to explore with impressionable minds.
āLetās now discuss the reality of what hypnosis is, and how this form of communication allows the trained professional to bypass some of the barriers we put in place in our conscious minds,ā and just like that, you were back into a fully focused mode. āI mentioned earlier that hypnosis could be used to address anxiety around medical procedures, or in advance of surgery to help reduce a patientās need for anesthesia, so I wanted to share a video of what real hypnosis looks like and then detail some of the success weāve had working with clinicians in hospitals, and yes, the occasional dentistās office.ā
The screen showed an all white, spare room, with two chairs and a table with a lit candle in the center of it. Professor Ross was seated at one side of the table and the striking young woman was seated at the other. Both were in profile, as the camera panned into their interaction.
āAlright, Darla, please watch the flame of the candle as you listen to my voice. Try to follow the flickering at the base, where the candle burns the hottest, and see how it dances, back and forth, back and forth, always shifting, but always burning bright. Now focus on the top of the flame, watch as the colors change, first orange, then yellow, then redā¦orange, yellow, redā¦each time the color changes, your drawn deeper into the flames and you become more relaxed and more focused on my words. Thatās it, just like thatā¦keep your eyes focused onā¦ā and as Prof. Ross continued the induction onscreen, a part of you realized the potential of this situation. His voice was so engaging, you wanted to keep following the words, and similar to the way you watched his lips when he started speaking, you were now completely overwhelmed by the need to watch as the words are coming out of his mouth onscreen.
Your mind was definitely drifting, sinking, fading into the words, and that wonderful feeling of arousal, bliss and compliance settled in over you as you start to slouch in your chair. So difficult to think, yet so easy to follow his words down and down, deeper to that place where there is such a strong compulsion to listen and obey. Pulses of pleasure radiate with each syllable, and now you can feel the hard points of your nipples pressing against the silky fabric of the chemise your wearing under your button-down shirt. Your pussy starts throbbing with each syllable, so wet and readyā¦your mindās eye brings back the image of Alexās tight ass in those jeans, those bright piercing eyes, and you begin to wonder blissfully what his hard cock would feel like as it pressed against your cheek, then your half-parted lips, and then fully down your throatā¦
You are startled by someone calling your name, āMichelle, are you alright,ā as the room slowly reforms around your returning vision. Standing over you, a concerned look on his face is Prof. Ross, and he continues to press you for a response. āIāIām okay, thank you. Iām not really sure what happened.ā And as your full senses return, you realize that youāre alone with him in an empty lecture hall, and clearly some time has passed.
āWait, how did you know my name?ā you ask, suddenly a little alarmed.
āThank goodness, youāre okay!ā he said with that easy smile that reached his eyes, āOh, I just saw your nametagā¦Michelle, why donāt we go back to my office to grab you some water.ā Ā You agree, gathering your belongings and your thoughts as you realize that you just dropped in the middle of lecture, in front of probably 30 other people. There is a level of embarrassment that starts to creep up as a blush on your cheeks, but not nearly as strong as the level of arousal, remembering how easily this professor captured your mind as he leads you to his office.
āHere, sit down and make yourself comfortable,ā he says as he hands you a cool glass of water and looks you directly in the eyes again. āIn my career, Iāve never seen someone so susceptible to trance,ā he begins, and you immediately protest, saying, āOhhh, noā¦I wasnāt hypnotizedā¦I think I fell asleep, or something!ā
He laughs, and it shares the same warm, rich quality as his voice, as he puts his large, warm hand over yours, āMichelle, please. Iāve literally devoted my lifeās work to hypnosis, and you were definitely deep into it, just from following the induction video.ā
āYou know whatās odd?ā he asked rhetorically, āI seem to recall an undergrad about ten years ago with the same beautiful smile, and eerily similar response to inductions and trance. I was just a TA sitting in the front row, occasionally glancing up at the students seated behind me to make sure they were paying attention, and Iām now fairly certain it was you who would watch, enraptured by the display and never missed a class whenever someone was going to be hypnotized.āĀ
You donāt know what to say, your mind and heart are racing, as you realize that this master hypnotist has just insinuated that he has seen through your faƧade and in reality, you are a pliant, willing hypnoslut.
āI was just coming back to see the campus, and saw that you were giving the first lecture, so I thought I would drop in, Prof. Rossā comes your hasty reply.
āOh reallyā¦that doesnāt sound very convincing at all, Michelle, and, please, call me, Alex. I think your subconscious mind wanted to relive those lectures that made you squirm in your seat, and as soon as you saw the topic, you became the proverbial moth to the flame from the candle in the video. You remember that candle, right, Michelle? The way it flickered and shimmered, drawing your focus in so that it was easier to listen to my voice.ā
āPlease,ā you whimper as the power of his words and the image of the candle create a chill that starts at your toes and rises up through your body. You are very aware of how close he is to you as he kneels in front of your chair, that he is still clasping your hand, and that your pussy is dripping in advance of all the possible ways this could play out.
āPlease what, Michelle? Do you want me to stop, or do you want to continue to envision the flame of the candle, burning so brightly, filling your vision as my words fill your mind. Whispering to all those dark places within in you that crave submissionā¦pleasureā¦and release.ā
āYou do know that my research not only focuses on alleviating pain, right?ā the cadence of the words reinforcing the rhythmic squeezing of your thighs as you try to somehow alleviate the liquid desire growing at your very core. āI also do private research on how to increase pleasure, would you like to know more about that, Michelle? You can just blink or moan to let me know.ā
āYesssssā is your response, as the sounds slip unbidden from your lips. āMichelle, Iām going to take you deeper now, farther into those recesses of your mind that hold your deepest desires. Follow the candlelight deeper, follow it down and let my voice guide you there. Perfect, yes, right there, so deep, so relaxed, so openā¦ā
āYou are going to feel me touch now, first on your lips, then my fingers trailing down your neck, to your nipples, where they will lingerā¦and teaseā¦and play,ā and as you heard those words, your body responded to his touch. Your lips parted, feeling the pressure of his fingers as they traced their outline, followed by the jolt of delight when your right nipple and then your left were pinched, then pulled taut and manipulated by his talented hands.
āEvery time you feel me touch you, your pleasure will double, so as I move down your stomach and slide my fingers over your panties, your desire will increase onceā¦twiceā¦four timesā¦eight timesā And as he spoke the words, they became true. Never before had you felt the encompassing fire and power of your arousal, where every inch of your body yearned to be touched by his words, his fingers, aching to find that next level of pleasure. Your skin became another sexual organ, and even the weight of his breath on your inner thighs as he watched your hips rise uncontrollably off the chair to chase his suddenly absent fingers was enough to bring you close to climax.
āMy fingers are going to fuck you now, Michelle, one at a time, slipping inside you, in and out, in and out, in and out. First one, then two, then threeā¦deep inside, activating the nerves that send incandescent bolts of the purest pleasure through your body. But you canāt cum for me yet, Michelle, even though the pressure of it is literally driving you mad for the release. I want you fully aware and fully awake for this, so come back to reality, Michelle, come back to see what my words have wrought in you. Experience the full capacity of bodily pleasure now that Iāve amplified it through my words.ā
As if a switch in your brain had been flicked on, you are back in his office, pants puddled on the floor, legs spread wide, and your arms crossed high over your head. The persistent throbbing of your pussy aligns with your heartbeat, and you are having trouble forming words under the full force of the implacable need to cum. His eyes are a stormy blue, almost glowing as he unzips his pants and pulls out his hard, thick cock. āTaste it,ā he says, voice hoarse and dripping with desire, and you immediately get down on your knees to feel his hardness on your lips. Itās clear his patience and calm have been replaced with a need that matches your own, as he grabs you by your ears and starts fucking your throat with feral grunts and thrusts. With each one, the triggers from your ex blast through your already fractionated mind, and you start to dip back into the void of sub space.
He notices the change, and with a demonstration of sheer willpower, pulls out of your mouth and commands, ābe present, Michelle! Be my good girl and let me really fuck you mindless.ā And with that said, he bends you over the desk, and slides his cock into your molten pussy. His deep moans and thrusting hips all the proof you need that he is savoring how slick, hot and tight you are as you adjust to his full length and girth. One of his hands is on your hip, pulling and guiding the speed and depth of his cock inside you while the other has reached around to pay close attention to your diamond hard nipples and then your clit, as his rhythm increases.
You are literally seeing stars and black spots with every stroke of his cock as your body responds to what it knows will be a cataclysmic orgasm. And then he says it, through gritted teeth in a voice barely recognizable as human, āCum for me, Michelle, cum for me nowā and you experience the most mind-blowing, intense orgasmic contractions, pulsing around his cock as he erupts and cums inside you. Those pulses radiate from your pussy through your whole body, and spiral into other orgasms, one after another, and then youāre gone againā¦
āMichelle, welcome back,ā Alex says to you as you open your eyes to see him standing next to you, half-dressed, another glass of water in his hand. Youāre back in the chair, but the cool air on your hard nipples and the leather under your ass mean you are in a similar state of disarray. There is the unmistakable scent of your fucking still lingering heavily in the air, and he says, āMichelle, you are the perfect subject, and such a good girl. I canāt wait another ten years for you to come back for the next reunion, I think you should be new my lab assistant. What do you think?āĀ
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