That Thing You Were About To Do (An Erotic Hypnosis Scene)
“SLEEP. That’s right, nice and deep, all the way down, just like that. Relax and open your mind to receive new programming.
Have you ever walked into a room with the intention of doing something, and then you can’t remember what it was? That feeling like having a word right on the tip of your tongue, except instead of a word it’s something you were just about to do, but you were interrupted right before you could do it?
Just for the next little while, just until you leave this room, whenever I say the words, ‘What was it?’ you’re going to have that same feeling - that searching, frustrated feeling, like there was something you were about to do, something you wanted to do, something you decided to do, but you can’t quite remember what it was. And the more time passes, the more frustrating that feeling gets. Until I suggest the thing that you were about to do, and you’ll have that wonderful, beautiful feeling of relief flooding your body and your mind as you realize, that’s it, that’s the thing I was about to do, that I wanted to do, that I decided to do, I just forgot. And you will rush to do that thing you were about to do just before you were interrupted.
And that will happen each and every time I say the words ‘What was it?’
Let that sink in fully as you rise up, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.
Hi.”
“Hi.”
She looked up at him, both sitting cross-legged on the bed.
“How do you feel?”
“…Good. Fuzzy.”
“I guess I brought you up pretty fast. But you feel nice and energized now, ready to do stuff.”
“Yeah.”
“Which is good because you were just about to do something before I so rudely dropped you. What was it?”
Her eyes widened, and she frowned.
“I was? Yes… there was something…”
Her eyes flitted around the room, and she squirmed on the bed.
“I’m sure there was something you wanted to do right before. You can’t remember?”
“No… but… what…”
“I know, you were going to make out with me.”
Her brow cleared, and a big smile crossed her face.
“Yes!!”
And she leaned in and started making out with him.
“Mmmm, yes, but there was something else you were going to do. Mmm. What was it?”
“There was?”
She leaned back and looked troubled.
“You were going to sing me I’m A Little Teapot, with all the gestures!”
“That’s it! That’s what I was going to do!”
She sang the song, complete with all the gestures.
“I remember now,” she said, “I wanted to sing it to you because I thought maybe Canadians didn’t hear that song growing up.”
“Well you did a very lovely version. Thank you for teaching me that. But there was something else. What was it?”
“There was? There was.”
“You were going to kneel down and kiss my feet.”
“I was?”
“That’s what you were about to do.”
“I told you that?”
“Well no, but I could tell that’s what you wanted to do.”
“It doesn’t seem like something I would do, but I do feel this urge to kneel down and kiss your feet!”
“Don’t you remember? It’s what you were about to do, what you wanted to do, what you already decided to do. I say just go with your gut.”
And then she did. She knelt down on the bed and kissed his feet. Tentatively at first, and then with relish.
“Now doesn’t that feel better? You shouldn’t fight your instincts. Come on back up here.”
And they lay on the bed and made out.
“Oh, I just saw something cross your mind that you wanted to do, but you got distracted. What was it? You wanted to fondle my crotch!”
And she did.
“What a relief! Doesn’t it feel great to remember what it is you were about to do, and not be stuck in that frustrating state, trying to figure it out?”
“Mmmhmmm. But you’re doing something. You’re making me want to do something and then forget it. Right?”
“Nope, that’s not it at all. But I think you’re too fractionated to understand, even if I was going to tell you. Speaking of which, there was something hypnosis-wise you were about to do, wasn’t there? What was it?”
This time she whined a little.
“You were about to fall into a deep hypnotic trance!”
Her eyes slammed shut, and she lay there peacefully.
“And WAKE UP.”
She blinked and looked around.
“So forgetful today! Good thing I’m here to help. Hey, remember that conversation we had earlier? About how you fantasize about handing over the keys to your mind, and letting someone else drive for a while, just giving up all control?”
“Yeah?”
“Just now you told me you were about to do something about that. What was it?”
He let it build until she was rolling back and forth and pulling on her hair. “Mmph! Why can’t I! Ugggh…”
“You were about to hand me the keys to your mind! That is, give me complete control over your body and mind. You were going to mime it.”
She had relaxed, but there was still a little frown. “Mime it?”
“Yes, pretend to put the keys into my hand. I thought that seemed a bit silly, but that’s what you were about to do!”
And she did.
