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Erotic hypnosis author. Age: 30s.

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A real gentleman

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Note: what follows is fantasy. Consent is 100% the most important aspect of any relationship. Normally I consider that unsaid but implied in what I write but given the nature of this story and the times we live in I wanted to just be absolutely clear on that. Hypnosis can be fun and a wonderful way to play with consensual submissive desires but like booze or drugs using it to bypass consent is 100% wrong and illegal.

“You’re actually going to that talk?” My roommate asked incredulously. I had made a point of saying that I was going to was going to protest a Men’s Rights Activist talk on campus that was going to feature a bunch of Seduction “experts” and some noted alt-right types.

I tapped my purse, “Got my mace and an air horn. I plan to be as disruptive as possible.”

She raised a fist aloft from her reclined position on the couch, “Power to the people. I’ll be watching Gilmore Girls.”

Security was light as was the number of women in the audience. It was mostly college age young men who had come to be reassured that feminism and women were conspiring against them.

I was kicked out about thirty minutes in when during one supposed seduction expert declared that consent was a silly concept. Though my protest was rather inefficient it was disruptive and soon sigh my air horn taken away I was ejected onto the street.

“Didn’t like the talk?” a man asked. He was standing off to the side by the door checking his phone. Slender with short dark hair and a nice suit he smiled.

I shrugged, “I made a counter-point that they didn’t appreciate.”

He laughed, “Well good for you. They need to hear some counter-opinions. I hate that I ended up speaking here. If I’d have known what it was…” He shrugged.

“You’re a speaker? You seem so,” I sought for the word.

“Rational?” he said shrugging, “My thing is I talk about how to talk with women. I don’t do any of this ‘negging’ bullshit. Most of these kids haven’t had a real relationship with a woman and really just need to hear how to talk to someone, show interest and be respectful regardless of outcome. That it gets wrapped up in this speed seduction and MRA nonsense is annoying.”

I nod. I suppose I can see his point. Sort of.

“Men don’t have Cosmo or something that trains us how to positively interact with women. It’s all about how to score and yeah I like to score but it’s not a numbers game. Volume is less important than making a connection,” he said.

“Well that sounds more reasonable than what I heard in there,” I said, gesturing to the door.

He nodded, “Well not all seduction experts are pigs just like not all feminists have unshaved legs and wear tie-dye. Some are actually quiet attractive.”

I laughed, “Is this a line you teach?”

“I’m testing it out. How did it work?” He asked and laughs.

“It’s not terrible,” I replied smiling.

He nods and smiles to match mine.

“Not terrible is a start. It’s enough to get you to let your guard down a little bit. To feel more comfortable with me, like I might be someone you enjoy talking with me. Not like those other men who upset you but someone you can feel yourself growing to trust more and more,” he said.

I nodded again. He had nice deep blue eyes and was suddenly a lot closer than I remembered him being.

“Yeah you’re fun to talk to,” I agreed, “It’s good to hear the other side.”

He nodded, “Of course. I think we both are in sync and agree passionately that women deserve to be respected and to make their own choices but maybe part of you admits that sometimes it might be nice to not have to struggle so hard for that respect. Isn’t it tiring always fighting for respect and to be treated well?”

“Yeah, it shouldn’t be something I have to fight for,” I said.

“Of course. You shouldn’t have to tire yourself out fighting, you should be able to relax with someone you trust. Someone who agrees with you that women should be respected,” he said, “Relax with someone who agrees with you.”

I didn’t say anything. It just felt so nice to relax with him and know that he agreed with me.

“I bet it’s even nice to not to have to think about being an independent woman. It would be so nice to shut that off and feel relaxed with someone you feel a connection to,” he said, “someone you can feel good talking to. Who you can focus on and relax with. No need to think or worry just relax.”

His hand touched the back of my neck, “Sleep.”

My eyes closed and I felt myself fall forwards.

I was kneeling when my eyes opened. I reached for his zipper. He was right it was nice to find a man who appreciated a woman. A real gentleman. He deserved a reward for his views, for being so enlightened.

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Under the Same Roof

Sophia waved as our parents, or rather her father and my mother, drove off. We’d been a mixed family for all of four months, and now after the wedding between our folks they were taking their honeymoon. We were their grown children, still living at home because the economy sucks. Now we were the Hernandezs. Or rather everyone was but me, since I’d kept my birth name of Cooper. 

“They’ll have fun,” she said. Sofia was wearing her Uniform for AJ’s Smokehouse where she was the assistant manager and a waitress. She was taking night classes in real estate and working at the restaurant to save up for her own place.

I was in college having bounced around a lot, trying to figure out what to do. I was in psychology now, though I didn’t have any clear plans for what to do next. I could be a therapist, or I could use it to go into advertising. 

I glanced at Sophia and shrugged,”I guess.”

We hadn’t developed a sibling bond or anything. We were just basically roommates. Not friends, not brother and sister, just strangers living together all of a sudden. We had gone to different schools in high school, and she was going to a trade school for her night classes while I went to the local college. We were just two people living under the same roof.

Sophia rolled her eyes at me, “I’m off to work. Later Richard.”

I flopped onto the couch and turned on Netflix. I must admit I promptly fell asleep. I was laying on the cushions drooling when Sofia returned from work ten hours later. I woke up hearing the door shut and sat up, getting my bearings and wiping the drool from my face.

“Hey,” she said walking past the couch in the living room, pulling her work shirt out from her pants where it was tucked in. She flashed me a smile and jogged upstairs to her bedroom. When she came down she was wearing a black top with white accents. She flopped down on the couch next to Mark.

“You going out?” He asked, not an expert on women’s clothing. Was this a club outfit or just a wear around the house outfit.

“After a full shift? Nah, I’m too tired,” Sophia said leaning away from me on the couch. It was the weekend the only days that she did not have class but balance school and work was exhausting her. This gave me the seed of an idea. 

“Why not we can watch Anyone But You? I heard it’s good,” I said, I had no interest in it but she’d been talking about watching it.

“You’d watch a chick flick with me?” Sophia teased, “Sure set it up I’m going to get a soda.”

She got off the couch and instead of putting the movie on I flipped the TV to YouTube and found a spiral, one of the hundreds that were on there. I set it to the black screen right before the spiral started and paused waiting until Sophia came back from the kitchen.

After she flopped onto the couch and opened her can of soda I started the spiral. It was blue with purple and green lines that swirled in concentric circles to the center of the screen. A soothing new age type soundtrack played.

Sophia looked at the screen and frowned, “You sure this is it? This looks like it was made on a phone.”

I laughed, “You know everything is Marvel movies these days. They gotta make movies like this on the cheap, just look closely I’m sure it will change.”

I could see this was not that convincing and Sophia wrinkled her nose and studied the screen harder. I kept my eyes averted, but I knew from checking the time code of the video that this was an hour long spiral. So I watched her, to see how she was being affected. 

Sophia was intent and then slowly her mouth began to relax, falling open. Her eyes widened a bit, eyes opening more as they became more fixed on the spiral. Her breathing slowed and deepened, her chest rising and falling in a steady pace. I allowed my eyes to drift down to her chest packed into her blouse, showing a fair amount of cleavage. 

Normally I would not have looked so long, but the way she was looking deeply into the spiral made me think it was safe. 

I leaned close to her and whispered into her ear, “Relax, sink deeply Sophia. You are relaxed, relaxed and hypnotized.”

“Relaxed,” Sophia mumbled, her mouth not quite moving properly. When she wasn’t responding to me it fell open and drool escaped her mouth falling on her chest.

“Stare into the spiral and feel your mind leaving, feel my words reshaping you,” I said adjusting myself on the couch, eager to touch her but holding back for now. I’m not an incest guy, but boy had I found myself with a hot step-sister. It wasn’t actually incest, we hadn’t grown up together, I tried to rationalize it in my own mind.

“Obey,” I said, “You will always obey Richard anytime whether in a deep trance or awake. You trust Richard, he’s your step-brother and Master. You love Richard, you need Richard.”

I suppose I was not being totally coherent. I’d never brainwashed or hypnotized anyone before, and I didn’t have my villain patter down. I spoke on similar themes for about thirty minutes then switched the TV over to Netflix and queued up the movie about an hour into it and pressed play. I then woke up Sophia, so she’d assume that she’d just dozed off during the romantic comedy.

Sophia blinked, wiping her doll from her chest and looking around. Sydney Sweeny was doing something dorkily adorable on the screen. As Sophia looked around, getting her bearings.

I studied the screen intently while watching Sophia out of the corner of my eye. She looked at me, intently, blinked and said “Richard can we talk?”

I paused the movie and turned to her, “What is it Sophia?”

“I umm, am having inappropriate thoughts about you,” she said.

She looked at her hands, “I want to, umm, you know and you’re my brother so.”

“Step brother, for just a few weeks,” I said.

She nodded, “But our parents…”

“Aren’t here,” I pointed out.

She still seemed on the fence, so I decided to test out her obedience. I said in a stern voice, “Sophia we’re family now, you are comfortable being naked around me.”

Sophia blinked, looking startled and then nodded. She stood and undressed fully. It wasn’t sexy, in that she didn’t do a strip tease or anything, but it was sexy in that she was hot as hell. 

“When it’s just you and me you will always be naked,” I said.

“Yes sir,” she nodded, then added, “I mean Richard.”

“No sir is perfect.” 

“Yes sir,” she said.

I smiled, “You feel much better obeying, no need to think about whether it’s right or wrong. You just obey.”

She nodded, “Yes sir.”

I smiled, “Kneel.”

It was the beginning of a beautiful relationship. Complicated but beautiful. 

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No Reason to Flee

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Victoria looked at the collection, seemingly random, of wires running to the televisions and frowned. It was the kind of setup that looked like it had been created along with tinfoil hats to block our alien signals. Jonathan grinned, gesturing to it again. It seemed he was proud of the madness.

“Seriously, what the fuck,” Victoria said, realizing that her grade was fucked. She’d trusted Jonathan as the class brain to pull something together and now all he’d done was this. She’d given him a hundred dollars, just like he’d asked and he’d spent it on this?

Jonathan flicks a switch and smoke comes out of an old VHS player, the TV screens wink to life then flash off. He looks upset and hits them with his fist and then kicks the VHS player. The entire setup makes a ‘chug’ sound and then a small fire starts as something in the VHS just decides to explode. Victoria finds it impressively unimpressive.

“This is meant to be our end of term project in Psych 324. I just hope we can make it up on the final,” Victoria said already doing the math in her head. She was doing well on the weekly quizzes and the final was worth half of their grade. This though had meant to be forty percent of their mark. She’d thought they should do a study, like on the effect of sleep on grades. Jonathan however had been certain that he could build something, and given that he was the smartest kid in class she’d trusted him.

“We’ve still got a week left,” Jonathan said, “I can fix it. A computer instead of this VHS.”

“The fire is the least of our problems, what even does it do when it works?” Victoria said. She wondered if she could get some markup points about writing a paper on how her partner was a fucking idiot. She gestures at the now smouldering invention, “What even was this meant to be?”

“A mesmerizer, if it works the military and CIA would be lining up for it,” Jonathan said, pressing the center of his glasses to slide them back up his nose.

“You tried to build a fucking brainwashing machine?” Victoria said, maybe she could complain to Professor Gladen and get a special pass for being with a real weirdo on her project. She figured there could be a way that this would rebound to her advantage. Observing a mental breakdown by the classes star pupil would be a good paper.

Jonathan shook his head, “No it’s just it puts people in a state of suggestibility. Like hypnosis, but more automatic.”

None of that sounded any better. She shook her head, her brown hair falling around her face. Victoria pushed her hair back and rolled her eyes. She shoved her notebook back in her bag, what a fucking idiot. What had she done wrong to be paired up with Jonathan just as he went on some kind of psychotic break from reality.

“And what you were going to use that on me?” Victoria asked, realizing that in his mind she should be an empty and suggestible shell now. Totally obedient. What a sicko.

“Proof of concept,” Jonathan mumbled sadly, “I’d made a smaller one but I just wanted to make one that would work on an industrial level.”

“I gave you a hundred dollars and you spent it on Amazon to try and brainwash me,” Victoria hefted her back onto her shoulder and headed towards the door to his apartment. She wondered if this was the kind of thing the cops should be called about. Attempted brainwashing didn’t sound like a crime, but it wasn’t right. She slammed the door as she left.

Or at least she thought she did. The scene played out in her head, her intentions were right. Her instincts to leave were spot on, but as the televisions flickered to life no fire actually broke out. Instead swirls of color filled her field of vision. She thought about leaving, imagined it. She realized what it was, correctly guessing that this was a brainwashing machine.

But Victoria did not move, she did not flinch, or look away. She didn’t notice that she had stopped moving, or that her mouth hung open, as her eyes went glassy. She imagined storming out on Jonathan, but in reality she remained still absorbing the spirals, learning obedience.

Jonathan smiled, unaware of the scenario playing out in her head, but knowing that his control was growing. She was sinking, and while he wanted to shrink the device a lot he’d use it next on Professor Gladen and then sell it having built himself a small harem. He’d hacked the school computer network to change the groups the professor had been about to assign. He’d organized getting put with Victoria, wanting her under his thumb.

“Victoria I am your lover, your true love. Obedience is the thing you most desire,” Jonathan said, smiling as he stroked her hair perfectly framing her face. He was careful not to block her view of the screens, as her eyes went wide and took in the messages of obedience.

In her mind Victoria ceased her escape. There was no resisting Jonathan. She now loved him, there was no need to flee. She’d just watch his screens, and obey. No reason to flee. 

Just obey.

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“So I’m looking for a book on hypnosis can you help me find it?” he asked at the front desk. The brunette nodded, punching the subject into her computer and finding the topic’s associated number.

“This way,” she said, leading him into the stacks of books. He followed reaching into his pocket and removing the pocket watch. He felt the cool metal in against his fingers as he walked behind her, admiring her ass.

Deeper into the stacks, where nobody else was visible, she stopped and bent down slightly looking at the books her eyes scanning their spines for the correct numbers.

“Let’s see, hypnosis…” she said.

He dropped the watch before her eyes and began to swing it.

“That’s right hypnosis. You know like pocket watches and spirals, the things that captivate your mind, catch your eye and put you into a deep trance.”

She frowned, trying to look past the watch to the books behind it. The swinging motion attracted her eyes, and it was hard to focus on the numbers and titles of the books when her eyes were following the watch back and forth.

“I’m trying to find your book,” she said frustrated with him.

“Is this distracting you?” he asked innocently.

“Yes.”

“Because your eyes follow the watch, back and forth, and its hard to focus on anything but the watch,” he said.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

She sighed, still trying to look past the watch, “My eyes follow the watch.”

“Back and forth.”

“Back and forth,” she agreed.

“And you can’t focus on anything but the watch,” he said.

“I can’t focus on anything but the watch,” she repeated, used to saying what he said now. It was true, it was impossible to look past the watch at the books, especially with her eyes following its arc back and forth.

“Nothing but the watch.”

“Nothing but the watch,” she agreed.

“I bet if you thought of hypnosis before you thought about how watching a pocket watch swing back and forth made a pretty girl very sleepy, made her eyes very heavy. Made her relax. What does watching a pocket watch do?”

“Makes a girl sleepy,” she said.

“Sleepy.”

It was becoming hard for her to keep her eyes open, and to maintain the pose of bending down to look at the books watch. Her back felt tired, her eyes felt tired. She was heavy. Each swing of the watch her eyes blinked and were harder to open.

“You want to sleep,” he said.

“I want to sleep,” she agreed, feeling so tired.

Placing his arm around her shoulder he gave her a tug towards him, “Sleep.” He said it firmly but not too loud. 

Her eyes closed and she slumped against his body, everything relaxing. He kept speaking but it was not important to pay attention. Not important to notice how everything he said became her new beliefs. How he was becoming the most important person in her life.

The pocket watch went back into his pocket. He smiled, his voice would be enough now.

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Learning As I Go

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“You can’t hypnotize me,” Miranda said, perhaps a little too eagerly. 

I hadn’t been thinking about it, but the way she said it, the way she kind of glanced down at the pocket watch as I took it out of the box and examined it, almost sounded like she wanted me to. I glanced back at the old watch, left to me among my grandfather’s effects. I glance at Miranda, and she grins challengingly. She’s goading me, we’ve known each other since childhood and she’s goading me into hypnotizing her.

“I didn’t say anything about hypnotizing you,” I protest. I don’t know the first thing about hypnosis, aside from what I’ve seen in movies. Or the time Miranda dragged me to a hypnosis show at that club and she got up on stage as a volunteer. Then I watched some guy hypnotize her and twenty other college students into doing a bunch of random and raunchy things.

We were sitting crossed legged on the ground going through a box of stuff I’d just got after my mother had sent it to me following my grandfather’s estate sale. After college neither of us had money for our own place, so we rented a two bedroom apartment together in the city. Miranda and I, friends since grade three, now living together as friends.

She kicked me, uncrossing her legs and pushing my arm with her foot, “It’s cause you can’t.”

I rolled my eyes, “Sure, but not because you’re so smart. I saw that hypnotist hypnotize you in like ten seconds flat.”

“You remember that?” she laughed.

“Sure it was just like two years ago,” I said, picking the watch back up I swung it like they do in movies or TV, like the hypnotist did. He’s had a prop watch too. “He just had you look at this and said a word, what was it ‘Bringo’?”

“That wasn’t it,” Miranda teased, looking at the watch.

I searched my brain. He’d had a trigger word, a nonsense word that you wouldn’t just come across in day-to-day life. Not like ‘sleep’ or something but a totally made up word. Puffasaurus or something. As I thought of it, I noticed Miranda’s eyes were following the watch back and forth.

“Do you remember it?” I asked.

“Remember it?” Miranda asked as if she was only half paying attention.

“Remember you were hypnotized but anytime he said a word you went into trance what was the word?” I asked.

“I remember relaxing, watching the watch. I remember blankness,” Miranda said, her voice space. Her mouth fell open, and her breathing depended, It was clear she was altered in some way, as if she was hypnotizing herself based on her memory of being hypnotized.

Was that possible, could she just hypnotize herself thinking of the time she was hypnotized? Then I remembered the dumb made up word.

“It’s recyedeonculus,” I said, sounding like I was stumbling over saying the name of a dinosaur that recycled or sometime. Instead though as soon as I said the word her eyelids fell shut and she slumped forwards, her body folding into itself. Her head landed in my lap. I set the watch down and pushed her up, into a sitting position.

Shit was Miranda actually hypnotized, or just fucking with me? I couldn’t tell, though she’d always shown an interest in hypnosis. Joking about it, talking about it more than normal. To me it was like quicksand, something that seemed vitally important when you’re like seven years old but once you actually grow up and nobody is being hypnotized in real life, not that relevant.

“Miranda can you hear me?” I asked, also not sure if she hadn’t just fallen asleep.

“Yes,” she mumbled, in a space far away voice.

I was at a loss, what could I do now? What did the hypnotist at the show have her do? Speak to an alien in his own tongue. Do a dance and give an imaginary blow job. Those had been the highlights. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and quickly Googled ‘I hypnotized my roommate’.  I mostly just found erotic stories about hypnotized roommates.

Giving that up I thought about how the hypnotist had worded the suggestions and remembered that he’d also asked questions. 

“Miranda did you want to be hypnotized?” I asked, guessing that this was what was happening. 

“Yes,” she said in the same voice.

“Why?” I asked, not remembering to phrase it with her name, but the question still worked.

“I want to obey you,” she said, adding, “it’s my fantasy.”

That threw me for a loop. We’d been in school together since the third grade and never dated, not in high school not in college. I’d dates, but she’d always just been Miranda my pal. My best pal. But now she was h hypnotized, I guess, under my control and looking so helpless and obedient.

I felt a staring in my pants. Why does she want to obey me, and what do I do about that? I know better than to ask why. Instead I decide to try to make her obey, as she said she wants to.

”Stand up, and you’re alone, undress completely,” I said not sure if that would work. I have expected her eyes to snap open and her to slap me. Instead Miranda stands, eyes still closed and undresses, managing to do it with her eyes shut. I keep wondering when she’s going to wake up and yell at me, but as he takes off her sweater, her bra and then finally her skirt and panties I’m left with a naked Miranda.

I also realize I hadn’t quite understood, even as her roommate, how big her breasts had gotten. I don’t know women’s bra sizes but like an A maybe? A cup, is that a thing? E cup? Do they go up or down based on the letters? Anyway they normally were under a bra and a thick sweater, but now they were free and perkily swaying with her body’s movements.

Impulsively I touched them, standing I cupped a breast and ran my thumb over top of her nipple. I wanted to pop it in my mouth, but held back knowing I couldn’t tell her to do stuff then. It’s hard to speak with a tit in your mouth.

“Tell me if you like obeying me,” I asked, not sure if I’d just done something horrible, or horribly sexy.

“Yes,” she sighed.

“When I count to five you’ll wake up,” I said, remembering that the hypnotist was always counting to five.

I counted and her eyes flickered open. Miranda looked at me, looked at her breast I was holding. I let go, not sure how this was going to go. I’d definitely pushed her over a line. I hadn’t just flirted with her, or hit on her I’d controlled her mind and had her strip and then I’d fondled her.

“John,” she said.

“Yes Miranda?” I said feeling nervous.

“Are you going to fuck me Master or what?” She said. I could tell she was nervous, going out on a limb. I knew enough about her to tell when she was nervous. She was putting herself out there, making me aware that she’d wanted this and wanted it to go forward.

“Just to clarify I’m the Master?” I asked.

“Shut up Master, in my fantasy there’s more commands and less questions,” she said stepping towards me.

“Well then come here and kiss me slut,” I said, trying to sound sexy and authoritative. As soon as I called her slut I wanted to apologize, but she seemed into it. She stepped closer and our lips met. I pulled her towards me, and guided us towards the couch.

I guess I’m an evil hypnotist now. Who’d have thunk?

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Hypnogasm, followed by a nice submissive sleep

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Disney Dazed

“I see you’re Disney Bounding,” I said gesturing to her Minnie Mouse ears, referencing the popular trend of dressing in a style that’s similar to a Disney character, without actually wearing a full costume. Red with white polkadots and Minnie ears was clearly meant to invoke Minnie Mouse.

I was behind in in the line for coffee and she turned, smiling widely. She did a little curtsey and spun around to show off her dress, “Oh yeah totally. I’m so excited, I’m going to Fantasyland for the first time tomorrow. My sister and I are so pumped, we’ve been saving for a year for this trip.”

I grinned, “It’s amazing, you’ll love it.”

“Oh I hope so,” she said. She glanced at my outfit and said, “You going too?”

“Yeah, I go a few times a week. I work at a nightclub in Orlando, so I got an annual pass,” I said, “It’s hard to tell but I’m dressed as Kaa.”

She studied me for a second, “Oh I see it yeah, the snake. Kind of a green vibe to your outfit.”

“I just need the swirling yellow and blue eyes to hypnotize you,” I said, pretending to hiss, “Trussst in me.  Ssssleeepy.”

She nodded, “Sleepy.”

Her eyes seemed to glaze over, becoming unfocused. I had not mentioned that my job at the nightclub was as a stage hypnotist, but that allowed me to recognize the beginnings of a trance. Just playing around she was already slipping.

I broke eye contact, “Your turn.”

Snapping out of it she blinked, “Oh right sorry.”

After we’d ordered our drinks and got them I stepped up to say good-bye, as I did I slipped back into my Kaa like voice, emphasizing the ’s’ sounds, drawing them out.

“It wassss nicccceee to meet you sssso niccce,” I said.

She smiled, “Yeah.”

“You look sssssleeepy, ssssoo ssssleeepy, your should resssst,” I said, “Closssse your eyessss and sleep, trusssst in me. Ssssleepy girl cub.”

I took her coffee from her hand as she closed her eyes, her head falling forward against her chest. She stood there, steady on her feet but seemingly asleep.

Guiding her to a quiet area of the cafe I kept talking, using deepening suggestions and then I sat her down where she could relax more deeply. I then implanted the suggestion that tonight would be a wonderful night to go for a drink at the nightclub I worked at, having her memorize the address for her Uber driver.

When she awoke the brunette smiled, “Hey, it was so nice to meet you. I’m Jade by the way.”

“Likewise,” I said standing, giving her my name.

“Nicest snake I ever met,” she joked.

While she returned to her sister and spent the rest of the day at Disney Springs, the Disney shopping area on the DisneyWorld property, I went to the park and had a fun day. Afterwards I went home, changed into my performance attire and went to work.

I was having a drink at the bar before my act when I saw the sisters arrive. I ignored them for the moment, finishing my drink then signalling for the DJ to end her set and start my intro. The lights dimmed and I went to stand in the wings of the stage. After my introduction as Orlando’s Sexiest Hypnotist, I stepped into the spotlight. I noticed Jade’s amazed expression at seeing me. She gestured to me, obviously telling her sister that we’d been talking before.

Normally I ask for volunteers, but that night I simply stepped down into the audience and approached the two sisters.

“You both look like you’re from out of town, why don’t you come on up?” I asked.

Jade nodded excitedly, pulling her more reluctant sister along with her.

“What are your names?” I asked, knowing half of the answer.

“Jade,” my friend said.

“Miranda,” he sister said.

“Now Jade you’re dressed up tonight, tell us what you’re dressing up for,” I said.

“I’m going to Fantasyland tomorrow so this is sort of an ode to Minnie Mouse,” she said.

“Very nice, you also have nice eyes Jade. I like them, deep eyes, easy to look into. Easy to feel ssssudenly ssssleepy,” I said adopting the Kaa technique for her.

So recently entranced she was half gone already. She nodded, blinking her expression going slack and her arms going limp. I reached for her placing a hand on her shoulder, “Sleep Jade, sleep now. Still standing, but asleep, deeply asleep.”

Once more she was out, standing firmly but asleep. I turned my attention to her sister who was a few years older and dressed in a yellow dress.

“Let me guess, you’re Belle?” I asked.

Miranda nodded, “Yeah, she kind of was into it. I didn’t want to do ears or anything.”

I grinned, “That was pretty crazy though right, your sister just going to sleep like that. Just snap and she’s asleep.”

“Yeah, that’s nuts,” she agreed, looking at Jade.

“Miranda you’re obviously not going to be hypnotized like that are you?” I asked.

“No way,” she agreed.

“You’re not hypnotized now?”

“No,” she answered.

“Now Miranda think about it, are you relaxing now, deeply as we speak?”

“No,” she answered.

“That’s good, because you aren’t hypnotized relaxing deeply now and sinking for me right?”

“No,” she answered.

I nodded, “But if you were relaxing deeply now, each breath taking you deeply and wonderfully down you wouldn’t notice it would you?”

“No,” she answered.

I nodded, “So as you say no you’re not sinking more now, focusing on my voice, relaxing and going down deeply into hypnosis are you actually going down deeply into hypnosis now but don’t know about it or are you aware that you’re going into hypnosis now sleeping deeply soon?”

“No,” she answered, looking lost now confused as to what she was being asked.

“And as you are or are not aware that you are relaxing, sinking into a deeply wonderful sleep you can close your eyes now, relax more and let go now Miranda, sleep now,” I said snapping my fingers. Like her sister her eyes shut and she stood at attention focused on my voice.

The act is risqué but not overly so. Having two attractive women as subjects helps, both for my sake and the audience’s. They both obeyed perfectly, performing simulated sex acts on invisible dildos and swearing anytime I clapped my hands. After about an hour of public embarrassment, I thanked the audience and sent the two women back to their table.

After washing up I was back at the bar, enjoying a post show drink. Jade approached, sitting down next to me.

“That was fun,” she said.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it Minnie,” I said teasingly.

“I mean, it was hot. I loved the Jungle Book as a kid, watched it a million times. I always wanted to be hypnotized,” she said, explaining why she was so easy to entrance when I slipped into playing Kaa.

“Well you did good at it,” I said.

“I really want you to do it again, and do anything you want with me,” she said.

I raised my eyebrow, “Am I your type?”

“As long as you’ve got those eyes and that voice, yeah,” she said.

“Such a good girl cub,” I said, looking into her eyes, “Trussst in me…”

I yawned, turning off the alarm clock, and rolling out of bed. Slipping a robe on I staggered downstairs to start making coffee. Jade was already up pouring me a cup.

“We’re going to Animal Kingdom today, remember,” she said brightly. I noticed she was dressed in her Minnie outfit, the one she had been wearing when we first met. Years ago, before she moved to Orlando, before the marriage. It had been awhile since I’d seen it.

I nodded, “Yes dear, but even Kaa needs their morning coffee.”

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The other women around me stop. Some of them close their eyes, others just look dazed. I try to push past them and make my way to the exit. I don’t know what’s happening just that the public address system is now planning a staticky noise. Like a broken siren or something. 

It’s like I can hear it in my head. I feel heavy. Each step becomes hard as I find that my will to get out of there fades. It’s hard to notice the sound now, though it’s hard not to hear it. It’s just my brain doesn’t register it. My brain doesn’t seem to work properly.

I’m warm and hazy. I’m cotton candy, sweet and light. Floating. 

I close my eyes and stop. 

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Disney Dazed

“I see you’re Disney Bounding,” I said gesturing to her Minnie Mouse ears, referencing the popular trend of dressing in a style that’s similar to a Disney character, without actually wearing a full costume. Red with white polkadots and Minnie ears was clearly meant to invoke Minnie Mouse.

I was behind in in the line for coffee and she turned, smiling widely. She did a little curtsey and spun around to show off her dress, “Oh yeah totally. I’m so excited, I’m going to Fantasyland for the first time tomorrow. My sister and I are so pumped, we’ve been saving for a year for this trip.”

I grinned, “It’s amazing, you’ll love it.”

“Oh I hope so,” she said. She glanced at my outfit and said, “You going too?”

“Yeah, I go a few times a week. I work at a nightclub in Orlando, so I got an annual pass,” I said, “It’s hard to tell but I’m dressed as Kaa.”

She studied me for a second, “Oh I see it yeah, the snake. Kind of a green vibe to your outfit.”

“I just need the swirling yellow and blue eyes to hypnotize you,” I said, pretending to hiss, “Trussst in me.  Ssssleeepy.”

She nodded, “Sleepy.”

Her eyes seemed to glaze over, becoming unfocused. I had not mentioned that my job at the nightclub was as a stage hypnotist, but that allowed me to recognize the beginnings of a trance. Just playing around she was already slipping.

I broke eye contact, “Your turn.”

Snapping out of it she blinked, “Oh right sorry.”

After we’d ordered our drinks and got them I stepped up to say good-bye, as I did I slipped back into my Kaa like voice, emphasizing the ’s’ sounds, drawing them out.

“It wassss nicccceee to meet you sssso niccce,” I said.

She smiled, “Yeah.”

“You look sssssleeepy, ssssoo ssssleeepy, your should resssst,” I said, “Closssse your eyessss and sleep, trusssst in me. Ssssleepy girl cub.”

I took her coffee from her hand as she closed her eyes, her head falling forward against her chest. She stood there, steady on her feet but seemingly asleep.

Guiding her to a quiet area of the cafe I kept talking, using deepening suggestions and then I sat her down where she could relax more deeply. I then implanted the suggestion that tonight would be a wonderful night to go for a drink at the nightclub I worked at, having her memorize the address for her Uber driver.

When she awoke the brunette smiled, “Hey, it was so nice to meet you. I’m Jade by the way.”

“Likewise,” I said standing, giving her my name.

“Nicest snake I ever met,” she joked.

While she returned to her sister and spent the rest of the day at Disney Springs, the Disney shopping area on the DisneyWorld property, I went to the park and had a fun day. Afterwards I went home, changed into my performance attire and went to work.

I was having a drink at the bar before my act when I saw the sisters arrive. I ignored them for the moment, finishing my drink then signalling for the DJ to end her set and start my intro. The lights dimmed and I went to stand in the wings of the stage. After my introduction as Orlando’s Sexiest Hypnotist, I stepped into the spotlight. I noticed Jade’s amazed expression at seeing me. She gestured to me, obviously telling her sister that we’d been talking before.

Normally I ask for volunteers, but that night I simply stepped down into the audience and approached the two sisters.

“You both look like you’re from out of town, why don’t you come on up?” I asked.

Jade nodded excitedly, pulling her more reluctant sister along with her.

“What are your names?” I asked, knowing half of the answer.

“Jade,” my friend said.

“Miranda,” he sister said.

“Now Jade you’re dressed up tonight, tell us what you’re dressing up for,” I said.

“I’m going to Fantasyland tomorrow so this is sort of an ode to Minnie Mouse,” she said.

“Very nice, you also have nice eyes Jade. I like them, deep eyes, easy to look into. Easy to feel ssssudenly ssssleepy,” I said adopting the Kaa technique for her.

So recently entranced she was half gone already. She nodded, blinking her expression going slack and her arms going limp. I reached for her placing a hand on her shoulder, “Sleep Jade, sleep now. Still standing, but asleep, deeply asleep.”

Once more she was out, standing firmly but asleep. I turned my attention to her sister who was a few years older and dressed in a yellow dress.

“Let me guess, you’re Belle?” I asked.

Miranda nodded, “Yeah, she kind of was into it. I didn’t want to do ears or anything.”

I grinned, “That was pretty crazy though right, your sister just going to sleep like that. Just snap and she’s asleep.”

“Yeah, that’s nuts,” she agreed, looking at Jade.

“Miranda you’re obviously not going to be hypnotized like that are you?” I asked.

“No way,” she agreed.

“You’re not hypnotized now?”

“No,” she answered.

“Now Miranda think about it, are you relaxing now, deeply as we speak?”

“No,” she answered.

“That’s good, because you aren’t hypnotized relaxing deeply now and sinking for me right?”

“No,” she answered.

I nodded, “But if you were relaxing deeply now, each breath taking you deeply and wonderfully down you wouldn’t notice it would you?”

“No,” she answered.

I nodded, “So as you say no you’re not sinking more now, focusing on my voice, relaxing and going down deeply into hypnosis are you actually going down deeply into hypnosis now but don’t know about it or are you aware that you’re going into hypnosis now sleeping deeply soon?”

“No,” she answered, looking lost now confused as to what she was being asked.

“And as you are or are not aware that you are relaxing, sinking into a deeply wonderful sleep you can close your eyes now, relax more and let go now Miranda, sleep now,” I said snapping my fingers. Like her sister her eyes shut and she stood at attention focused on my voice.

The act is risqué but not overly so. Having two attractive women as subjects helps, both for my sake and the audience’s. They both obeyed perfectly, performing simulated sex acts on invisible dildos and swearing anytime I clapped my hands. After about an hour of public embarrassment, I thanked the audience and sent the two women back to their table.

After washing up I was back at the bar, enjoying a post show drink. Jade approached, sitting down next to me.

“That was fun,” she said.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it Minnie,” I said teasingly.

“I mean, it was hot. I loved the Jungle Book as a kid, watched it a million times. I always wanted to be hypnotized,” she said, explaining why she was so easy to entrance when I slipped into playing Kaa.

“Well you did good at it,” I said.

“I really want you to do it again, and do anything you want with me,” she said.

I raised my eyebrow, “Am I your type?”

“As long as you’ve got those eyes and that voice, yeah,” she said.

“Such a good girl cub,” I said, looking into her eyes, “Trussst in me…”

I yawned, turning off the alarm clock, and rolling out of bed. Slipping a robe on I staggered downstairs to start making coffee. Jade was already up pouring me a cup.

“We’re going to Animal Kingdom today, remember,” she said brightly. I noticed she was dressed in her Minnie outfit, the one she had been wearing when we first met. Years ago, before she moved to Orlando, before the marriage. It had been awhile since I’d seen it.

I nodded, “Yes dear, but even Kaa needs their morning coffee.”

[eeagainblogdos]

[hypnoswriter]

No Reason to Flee

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Victoria looked at the collection, seemingly random, of wires running to the televisions and frowned. It was the kind of setup that looked like it had been created along with tinfoil hats to block our alien signals. Jonathan grinned, gesturing to it again. It seemed he was proud of the madness.

“Seriously, what the fuck,” Victoria said, realizing that her grade was fucked. She’d trusted Jonathan as the class brain to pull something together and now all he’d done was this. She’d given him a hundred dollars, just like he’d asked and he’d spent it on this?

Jonathan flicks a switch and smoke comes out of an old VHS player, the TV screens wink to life then flash off. He looks upset and hits them with his fist and then kicks the VHS player. The entire setup makes a ‘chug’ sound and then a small fire starts as something in the VHS just decides to explode. Victoria finds it impressively unimpressive.

“This is meant to be our end of term project in Psych 324. I just hope we can make it up on the final,” Victoria said already doing the math in her head. She was doing well on the weekly quizzes and the final was worth half of their grade. This though had meant to be forty percent of their mark. She’d thought they should do a study, like on the effect of sleep on grades. Jonathan however had been certain that he could build something, and given that he was the smartest kid in class she’d trusted him.

“We’ve still got a week left,” Jonathan said, “I can fix it. A computer instead of this VHS.”

“The fire is the least of our problems, what even does it do when it works?” Victoria said. She wondered if she could get some markup points about writing a paper on how her partner was a fucking idiot. She gestures at the now smouldering invention, “What even was this meant to be?”

“A mesmerizer, if it works the military and CIA would be lining up for it,” Jonathan said, pressing the center of his glasses to slide them back up his nose.

“You tried to build a fucking brainwashing machine?” Victoria said, maybe she could complain to Professor Gladen and get a special pass for being with a real weirdo on her project. She figured there could be a way that this would rebound to her advantage. Observing a mental breakdown by the classes star pupil would be a good paper.

Jonathan shook his head, “No it’s just it puts people in a state of suggestibility. Like hypnosis, but more automatic.”

None of that sounded any better. She shook her head, her brown hair falling around her face. Victoria pushed her hair back and rolled her eyes. She shoved her notebook back in her bag, what a fucking idiot. What had she done wrong to be paired up with Jonathan just as he went on some kind of psychotic break from reality.

“And what you were going to use that on me?” Victoria asked, realizing that in his mind she should be an empty and suggestible shell now. Totally obedient. What a sicko.

“Proof of concept,” Jonathan mumbled sadly, “I’d made a smaller one but I just wanted to make one that would work on an industrial level.”

“I gave you a hundred dollars and you spent it on Amazon to try and brainwash me,” Victoria hefted her back onto her shoulder and headed towards the door to his apartment. She wondered if this was the kind of thing the cops should be called about. Attempted brainwashing didn’t sound like a crime, but it wasn’t right. She slammed the door as she left.

Or at least she thought she did. The scene played out in her head, her intentions were right. Her instincts to leave were spot on, but as the televisions flickered to life no fire actually broke out. Instead swirls of color filled her field of vision. She thought about leaving, imagined it. She realized what it was, correctly guessing that this was a brainwashing machine.

But Victoria did not move, she did not flinch, or look away. She didn’t notice that she had stopped moving, or that her mouth hung open, as her eyes went glassy. She imagined storming out on Jonathan, but in reality she remained still absorbing the spirals, learning obedience.

Jonathan smiled, unaware of the scenario playing out in her head, but knowing that his control was growing. She was sinking, and while he wanted to shrink the device a lot he’d use it next on Professor Gladen and then sell it having built himself a small harem. He’d hacked the school computer network to change the groups the professor had been about to assign. He’d organized getting put with Victoria, wanting her under his thumb.

“Victoria I am your lover, your true love. Obedience is the thing you most desire,” Jonathan said, smiling as he stroked her hair perfectly framing her face. He was careful not to block her view of the screens, as her eyes went wide and took in the messages of obedience.

In her mind Victoria ceased her escape. There was no resisting Jonathan. She now loved him, there was no need to flee. She’d just watch his screens, and obey. No reason to flee. 

Just obey.

[hypnoswriter]

Resharing.

[modelcoutureee]

[hypnoswriter]

Learning As I Go

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“You can’t hypnotize me,” Miranda said, perhaps a little too eagerly. 

I hadn’t been thinking about it, but the way she said it, the way she kind of glanced down at the pocket watch as I took it out of the box and examined it, almost sounded like she wanted me to. I glanced back at the old watch, left to me among my grandfather’s effects. I glance at Miranda, and she grins challengingly. She’s goading me, we’ve known each other since childhood and she’s goading me into hypnotizing her.

“I didn’t say anything about hypnotizing you,” I protest. I don’t know the first thing about hypnosis, aside from what I’ve seen in movies. Or the time Miranda dragged me to a hypnosis show at that club and she got up on stage as a volunteer. Then I watched some guy hypnotize her and twenty other college students into doing a bunch of random and raunchy things.

We were sitting crossed legged on the ground going through a box of stuff I’d just got after my mother had sent it to me following my grandfather’s estate sale. After college neither of us had money for our own place, so we rented a two bedroom apartment together in the city. Miranda and I, friends since grade three, now living together as friends.

She kicked me, uncrossing her legs and pushing my arm with her foot, “It’s cause you can’t.”

I rolled my eyes, “Sure, but not because you’re so smart. I saw that hypnotist hypnotize you in like ten seconds flat.”

“You remember that?” she laughed.

“Sure it was just like two years ago,” I said, picking the watch back up I swung it like they do in movies or TV, like the hypnotist did. He’s had a prop watch too. “He just had you look at this and said a word, what was it ‘Bringo’?”

“That wasn’t it,” Miranda teased, looking at the watch.

I searched my brain. He’d had a trigger word, a nonsense word that you wouldn’t just come across in day-to-day life. Not like ‘sleep’ or something but a totally made up word. Puffasaurus or something. As I thought of it, I noticed Miranda’s eyes were following the watch back and forth.

“Do you remember it?” I asked.

“Remember it?” Miranda asked as if she was only half paying attention.

“Remember you were hypnotized but anytime he said a word you went into trance what was the word?” I asked.

“I remember relaxing, watching the watch. I remember blankness,” Miranda said, her voice space. Her mouth fell open, and her breathing depended, It was clear she was altered in some way, as if she was hypnotizing herself based on her memory of being hypnotized.

Was that possible, could she just hypnotize herself thinking of the time she was hypnotized? Then I remembered the dumb made up word.

“It’s recyedeonculus,” I said, sounding like I was stumbling over saying the name of a dinosaur that recycled or sometime. Instead though as soon as I said the word her eyelids fell shut and she slumped forwards, her body folding into itself. Her head landed in my lap. I set the watch down and pushed her up, into a sitting position.

Shit was Miranda actually hypnotized, or just fucking with me? I couldn’t tell, though she’d always shown an interest in hypnosis. Joking about it, talking about it more than normal. To me it was like quicksand, something that seemed vitally important when you’re like seven years old but once you actually grow up and nobody is being hypnotized in real life, not that relevant.

“Miranda can you hear me?” I asked, also not sure if she hadn’t just fallen asleep.

“Yes,” she mumbled, in a space far away voice.

I was at a loss, what could I do now? What did the hypnotist at the show have her do? Speak to an alien in his own tongue. Do a dance and give an imaginary blow job. Those had been the highlights. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and quickly Googled ‘I hypnotized my roommate’.  I mostly just found erotic stories about hypnotized roommates.

Giving that up I thought about how the hypnotist had worded the suggestions and remembered that he’d also asked questions. 

“Miranda did you want to be hypnotized?” I asked, guessing that this was what was happening. 

“Yes,” she said in the same voice.

“Why?” I asked, not remembering to phrase it with her name, but the question still worked.

“I want to obey you,” she said, adding, “it’s my fantasy.”

That threw me for a loop. We’d been in school together since the third grade and never dated, not in high school not in college. I’d dates, but she’d always just been Miranda my pal. My best pal. But now she was h hypnotized, I guess, under my control and looking so helpless and obedient.

I felt a staring in my pants. Why does she want to obey me, and what do I do about that? I know better than to ask why. Instead I decide to try to make her obey, as she said she wants to.

”Stand up, and you’re alone, undress completely,” I said not sure if that would work. I have expected her eyes to snap open and her to slap me. Instead Miranda stands, eyes still closed and undresses, managing to do it with her eyes shut. I keep wondering when she’s going to wake up and yell at me, but as he takes off her sweater, her bra and then finally her skirt and panties I’m left with a naked Miranda.

I also realize I hadn’t quite understood, even as her roommate, how big her breasts had gotten. I don’t know women’s bra sizes but like an A maybe? A cup, is that a thing? E cup? Do they go up or down based on the letters? Anyway they normally were under a bra and a thick sweater, but now they were free and perkily swaying with her body’s movements.

Impulsively I touched them, standing I cupped a breast and ran my thumb over top of her nipple. I wanted to pop it in my mouth, but held back knowing I couldn’t tell her to do stuff then. It’s hard to speak with a tit in your mouth.

“Tell me if you like obeying me,” I asked, not sure if I’d just done something horrible, or horribly sexy.

“Yes,” she sighed.

“When I count to five you’ll wake up,” I said, remembering that the hypnotist was always counting to five.

I counted and her eyes flickered open. Miranda looked at me, looked at her breast I was holding. I let go, not sure how this was going to go. I’d definitely pushed her over a line. I hadn’t just flirted with her, or hit on her I’d controlled her mind and had her strip and then I’d fondled her.

“John,” she said.

“Yes Miranda?” I said feeling nervous.

“Are you going to fuck me Master or what?” She said. I could tell she was nervous, going out on a limb. I knew enough about her to tell when she was nervous. She was putting herself out there, making me aware that she’d wanted this and wanted it to go forward.

“Just to clarify I’m the Master?” I asked.

“Shut up Master, in my fantasy there’s more commands and less questions,” she said stepping towards me.

“Well then come here and kiss me slut,” I said, trying to sound sexy and authoritative. As soon as I called her slut I wanted to apologize, but she seemed into it. She stepped closer and our lips met. I pulled her towards me, and guided us towards the couch.

I guess I’m an evil hypnotist now. Who’d have thunk?

[hypnoswriter]

Retitled.

[hypnoswriter]

Disney Dazed

“I see you’re Disney Bounding,” I said gesturing to her Minnie Mouse ears, referencing the popular trend of dressing in a style that’s similar to a Disney character, without actually wearing a full costume. Red with white polkadots and Minnie ears was clearly meant to invoke Minnie Mouse.

I was behind in in the line for coffee and she turned, smiling widely. She did a little curtsey and spun around to show off her dress, “Oh yeah totally. I’m so excited, I’m going to Fantasyland for the first time tomorrow. My sister and I are so pumped, we’ve been saving for a year for this trip.”

I grinned, “It’s amazing, you’ll love it.”

“Oh I hope so,” she said. She glanced at my outfit and said, “You going too?”

“Yeah, I go a few times a week. I work at a nightclub in Orlando, so I got an annual pass,” I said, “It’s hard to tell but I’m dressed as Kaa.”

She studied me for a second, “Oh I see it yeah, the snake. Kind of a green vibe to your outfit.”

“I just need the swirling yellow and blue eyes to hypnotize you,” I said, pretending to hiss, “Trussst in me.  Ssssleeepy.”

She nodded, “Sleepy.”

Her eyes seemed to glaze over, becoming unfocused. I had not mentioned that my job at the nightclub was as a stage hypnotist, but that allowed me to recognize the beginnings of a trance. Just playing around she was already slipping.

I broke eye contact, “Your turn.”

Snapping out of it she blinked, “Oh right sorry.”

After we’d ordered our drinks and got them I stepped up to say good-bye, as I did I slipped back into my Kaa like voice, emphasizing the ’s’ sounds, drawing them out.

“It wassss nicccceee to meet you sssso niccce,” I said.

She smiled, “Yeah.”

“You look sssssleeepy, ssssoo ssssleeepy, your should resssst,” I said, “Closssse your eyessss and sleep, trusssst in me. Ssssleepy girl cub.”

I took her coffee from her hand as she closed her eyes, her head falling forward against her chest. She stood there, steady on her feet but seemingly asleep.

Guiding her to a quiet area of the cafe I kept talking, using deepening suggestions and then I sat her down where she could relax more deeply. I then implanted the suggestion that tonight would be a wonderful night to go for a drink at the nightclub I worked at, having her memorize the address for her Uber driver.

When she awoke the brunette smiled, “Hey, it was so nice to meet you. I’m Jade by the way.”

“Likewise,” I said standing, giving her my name.

“Nicest snake I ever met,” she joked.

While she returned to her sister and spent the rest of the day at Disney Springs, the Disney shopping area on the DisneyWorld property, I went to the park and had a fun day. Afterwards I went home, changed into my performance attire and went to work.

I was having a drink at the bar before my act when I saw the sisters arrive. I ignored them for the moment, finishing my drink then signalling for the DJ to end her set and start my intro. The lights dimmed and I went to stand in the wings of the stage. After my introduction as Orlando’s Sexiest Hypnotist, I stepped into the spotlight. I noticed Jade’s amazed expression at seeing me. She gestured to me, obviously telling her sister that we’d been talking before.

Normally I ask for volunteers, but that night I simply stepped down into the audience and approached the two sisters.

“You both look like you’re from out of town, why don’t you come on up?” I asked.

Jade nodded excitedly, pulling her more reluctant sister along with her.

“What are your names?” I asked, knowing half of the answer.

“Jade,” my friend said.

“Miranda,” he sister said.

“Now Jade you’re dressed up tonight, tell us what you’re dressing up for,” I said.

“I’m going to Fantasyland tomorrow so this is sort of an ode to Minnie Mouse,” she said.

“Very nice, you also have nice eyes Jade. I like them, deep eyes, easy to look into. Easy to feel ssssudenly ssssleepy,” I said adopting the Kaa technique for her.

So recently entranced she was half gone already. She nodded, blinking her expression going slack and her arms going limp. I reached for her placing a hand on her shoulder, “Sleep Jade, sleep now. Still standing, but asleep, deeply asleep.”

Once more she was out, standing firmly but asleep. I turned my attention to her sister who was a few years older and dressed in a yellow dress.

“Let me guess, you’re Belle?” I asked.

Miranda nodded, “Yeah, she kind of was into it. I didn’t want to do ears or anything.”

I grinned, “That was pretty crazy though right, your sister just going to sleep like that. Just snap and she’s asleep.”

“Yeah, that’s nuts,” she agreed, looking at Jade.

“Miranda you’re obviously not going to be hypnotized like that are you?” I asked.

“No way,” she agreed.

“You’re not hypnotized now?”

“No,” she answered.

“Now Miranda think about it, are you relaxing now, deeply as we speak?”

“No,” she answered.

“That’s good, because you aren’t hypnotized relaxing deeply now and sinking for me right?”

“No,” she answered.

I nodded, “But if you were relaxing deeply now, each breath taking you deeply and wonderfully down you wouldn’t notice it would you?”

“No,” she answered.

I nodded, “So as you say no you’re not sinking more now, focusing on my voice, relaxing and going down deeply into hypnosis are you actually going down deeply into hypnosis now but don’t know about it or are you aware that you’re going into hypnosis now sleeping deeply soon?”

“No,” she answered, looking lost now confused as to what she was being asked.

“And as you are or are not aware that you are relaxing, sinking into a deeply wonderful sleep you can close your eyes now, relax more and let go now Miranda, sleep now,” I said snapping my fingers. Like her sister her eyes shut and she stood at attention focused on my voice.

The act is risqué but not overly so. Having two attractive women as subjects helps, both for my sake and the audience’s. They both obeyed perfectly, performing simulated sex acts on invisible dildos and swearing anytime I clapped my hands. After about an hour of public embarrassment, I thanked the audience and sent the two women back to their table.

After washing up I was back at the bar, enjoying a post show drink. Jade approached, sitting down next to me.

“That was fun,” she said.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it Minnie,” I said teasingly.

“I mean, it was hot. I loved the Jungle Book as a kid, watched it a million times. I always wanted to be hypnotized,” she said, explaining why she was so easy to entrance when I slipped into playing Kaa.

“Well you did good at it,” I said.

“I really want you to do it again, and do anything you want with me,” she said.

I raised my eyebrow, “Am I your type?”

“As long as you’ve got those eyes and that voice, yeah,” she said.

“Such a good girl cub,” I said, looking into her eyes, “Trussst in me…”

I yawned, turning off the alarm clock, and rolling out of bed. Slipping a robe on I staggered downstairs to start making coffee. Jade was already up pouring me a cup.

“We’re going to Animal Kingdom today, remember,” she said brightly. I noticed she was dressed in her Minnie outfit, the one she had been wearing when we first met. Years ago, before she moved to Orlando, before the marriage. It had been awhile since I’d seen it.

I nodded, “Yes dear, but even Kaa needs their morning coffee.”

[johnny-escobar]

[hypnoswriter]

There’s a fine line between sleep and the waking world. You can close your eyes and sleep deep, or you can stare ahead unseeing as your mind sinks deeply down into sleep. No need to think, just stare and sleep. Sleep.

You know that feeling. In bed in the morning, the last memories of a dream holding your mind. You know you’re not quite awake, sleep still holds your mind and your desire to sink back into the dream pulling you down deeply into sleep. Your body responding to your imagination, imagining the reality of dreams that your sleeping mind offers to tempt you back down deeply.

Comfortable and arousing. The bed never felt as good, and your mind wants to never wake. To sleep deeply forever, falling down deeper with each breath you take. Arousing yourself with your imagination, with the possibilities of life that only dreams can offer. That only sleeping now, can promise.

Deep sleep promises fantasy that you can’t voice. Desires that make you feel dirty, and weak. You know you’re a modern woman, that you must be every bit as strong, smart and forceful as men. In fact the world is stacked against you, and so you need to be stronger, smarter and work even harder to earn the respect and success you deserve.

But in your dreams, your deep desires you can imagine not needing to be strong. You can imagine being weak, submissive. Obedient.

Hypnotized.

Deeply sleeping, you can be what you wanted to be. Deeply sleeping you can let yourself be what you can’t tell anyone you desire to be. Deeply sleeping you can sink further, down. Relax and let yourself go, deeply sleeping.

Hypnotized.

Deeply sleeping you can imagine that your dreams are real as they pull you down, further down. Into arousal. Into fantasy. Into submission. 

Deeply sleeping you can dream in your comfortable bed. The day not here yet, the dreams still holding you in their thrall. Aroused. Wet. Deeply sleeping.

Hypnotized.

For a few minutes more.

[meltymuffin]

♡

[michellefades-deactivated201705]

@muffmcmuffin knows how to do a nnumber on someone with all thesee induction postss

[meltymuffin]

Haha happy to help! I’m going to get myself in trouble reading them all at work ♡

[enchantedworthlesssub-deactivat]

when i forget whether i’m actually dreaming or actually awake, that’s when ‘trouble’ starts.  oh some of the things i’ve said!  haha

[meltymuffin]

That sounds like the fun sort of trouble 😊 ♡

[weakandsleepygrrl]

Perfectt

[hypnoswriter]

Thank you.

[hypnoswriter]

Reblogging.

[hypnoswriter]

Reblogging .

[eeagainblogdos]

[hypnoswriter]

No Reason to Flee

Another story from Patreon. If you enjoy hypno-kink fiction check it out and consider supporting me.

Victoria looked at the collection, seemingly random, of wires running to the televisions and frowned. It was the kind of setup that looked like it had been created along with tinfoil hats to block our alien signals. Jonathan grinned, gesturing to it again. It seemed he was proud of the madness.

“Seriously, what the fuck,” Victoria said, realizing that her grade was fucked. She’d trusted Jonathan as the class brain to pull something together and now all he’d done was this. She’d given him a hundred dollars, just like he’d asked and he’d spent it on this?

Jonathan flicks a switch and smoke comes out of an old VHS player, the TV screens wink to life then flash off. He looks upset and hits them with his fist and then kicks the VHS player. The entire setup makes a ‘chug’ sound and then a small fire starts as something in the VHS just decides to explode. Victoria finds it impressively unimpressive.

“This is meant to be our end of term project in Psych 324. I just hope we can make it up on the final,” Victoria said already doing the math in her head. She was doing well on the weekly quizzes and the final was worth half of their grade. This though had meant to be forty percent of their mark. She’d thought they should do a study, like on the effect of sleep on grades. Jonathan however had been certain that he could build something, and given that he was the smartest kid in class she’d trusted him.

“We’ve still got a week left,” Jonathan said, “I can fix it. A computer instead of this VHS.”

“The fire is the least of our problems, what even does it do when it works?” Victoria said. She wondered if she could get some markup points about writing a paper on how her partner was a fucking idiot. She gestures at the now smouldering invention, “What even was this meant to be?”

“A mesmerizer, if it works the military and CIA would be lining up for it,” Jonathan said, pressing the center of his glasses to slide them back up his nose.

“You tried to build a fucking brainwashing machine?” Victoria said, maybe she could complain to Professor Gladen and get a special pass for being with a real weirdo on her project. She figured there could be a way that this would rebound to her advantage. Observing a mental breakdown by the classes star pupil would be a good paper.

Jonathan shook his head, “No it’s just it puts people in a state of suggestibility. Like hypnosis, but more automatic.”

None of that sounded any better. She shook her head, her brown hair falling around her face. Victoria pushed her hair back and rolled her eyes. She shoved her notebook back in her bag, what a fucking idiot. What had she done wrong to be paired up with Jonathan just as he went on some kind of psychotic break from reality.

“And what you were going to use that on me?” Victoria asked, realizing that in his mind she should be an empty and suggestible shell now. Totally obedient. What a sicko.

“Proof of concept,” Jonathan mumbled sadly, “I’d made a smaller one but I just wanted to make one that would work on an industrial level.”

“I gave you a hundred dollars and you spent it on Amazon to try and brainwash me,” Victoria hefted her back onto her shoulder and headed towards the door to his apartment. She wondered if this was the kind of thing the cops should be called about. Attempted brainwashing didn’t sound like a crime, but it wasn’t right. She slammed the door as she left.

Or at least she thought she did. The scene played out in her head, her intentions were right. Her instincts to leave were spot on, but as the televisions flickered to life no fire actually broke out. Instead swirls of color filled her field of vision. She thought about leaving, imagined it. She realized what it was, correctly guessing that this was a brainwashing machine.

But Victoria did not move, she did not flinch, or look away. She didn’t notice that she had stopped moving, or that her mouth hung open, as her eyes went glassy. She imagined storming out on Jonathan, but in reality she remained still absorbing the spirals, learning obedience.

Jonathan smiled, unaware of the scenario playing out in her head, but knowing that his control was growing. She was sinking, and while he wanted to shrink the device a lot he’d use it next on Professor Gladen and then sell it having built himself a small harem. He’d hacked the school computer network to change the groups the professor had been about to assign. He’d organized getting put with Victoria, wanting her under his thumb.

“Victoria I am your lover, your true love. Obedience is the thing you most desire,” Jonathan said, smiling as he stroked her hair perfectly framing her face. He was careful not to block her view of the screens, as her eyes went wide and took in the messages of obedience.

In her mind Victoria ceased her escape. There was no resisting Jonathan. She now loved him, there was no need to flee. She’d just watch his screens, and obey. No reason to flee. 

Just obey.

[steinerkd]

[hypnoswriter]

“So I’m looking for a book on hypnosis can you help me find it?” he asked at the front desk. The brunette nodded, punching the subject into her computer and finding the topic’s associated number.

“This way,” she said, leading him into the stacks of books. He followed reaching into his pocket and removing the pocket watch. He felt the cool metal in against his fingers as he walked behind her, admiring her ass.

Deeper into the stacks, where nobody else was visible, she stopped and bent down slightly looking at the books her eyes scanning their spines for the correct numbers.

“Let’s see, hypnosis…” she said.

He dropped the watch before her eyes and began to swing it.

“That’s right hypnosis. You know like pocket watches and spirals, the things that captivate your mind, catch your eye and put you into a deep trance.”

She frowned, trying to look past the watch to the books behind it. The swinging motion attracted her eyes, and it was hard to focus on the numbers and titles of the books when her eyes were following the watch back and forth.

“I’m trying to find your book,” she said frustrated with him.

“Is this distracting you?” he asked innocently.

“Yes.”

“Because your eyes follow the watch, back and forth, and its hard to focus on anything but the watch,” he said.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

She sighed, still trying to look past the watch, “My eyes follow the watch.”

“Back and forth.”

“Back and forth,” she agreed.

“And you can’t focus on anything but the watch,” he said.

“I can’t focus on anything but the watch,” she repeated, used to saying what he said now. It was true, it was impossible to look past the watch at the books, especially with her eyes following its arc back and forth.

“Nothing but the watch.”

“Nothing but the watch,” she agreed.

“I bet if you thought of hypnosis before you thought about how watching a pocket watch swing back and forth made a pretty girl very sleepy, made her eyes very heavy. Made her relax. What does watching a pocket watch do?”

“Makes a girl sleepy,” she said.

“Sleepy.”

It was becoming hard for her to keep her eyes open, and to maintain the pose of bending down to look at the books watch. Her back felt tired, her eyes felt tired. She was heavy. Each swing of the watch her eyes blinked and were harder to open.

“You want to sleep,” he said.

“I want to sleep,” she agreed, feeling so tired.

Placing his arm around her shoulder he gave her a tug towards him, “Sleep.” He said it firmly but not too loud. 

Her eyes closed and she slumped against his body, everything relaxing. He kept speaking but it was not important to pay attention. Not important to notice how everything he said became her new beliefs. How he was becoming the most important person in her life.

The pocket watch went back into his pocket. He smiled, his voice would be enough now.