Mind Control -- Part 1
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Many elements of this story are true. I have done a course in hypnosis, and used to work as a photographer. I have never used hypnosis for sex, and never would -- although if a person consented, as in this story -- I would do, to help them relax and overcome inhibitions.
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My health had been declining for a while. It was upsetting, as I had previously been very into sports, and was quite athletic, despite being nearly 40 years of age. I was diagnosed with a neurological condition, which would deteriorate over time, probably requiring a wheelchair in 10 years or so. So far, I had a few seizures and was finding my ability to recall facts and words impaired. There were good days and bad days, stress being a huge factor.
This was hardly compatible with my work at a local University. The lecturing was starting to get very tricky -- being on my feet for lengthy periods was bad enough, but speaking eloquently was even worse -- and the management aspects were highly stressful.
My employers were far from supportive. They felt that, in my subject, the lecturer should not be seated throughout most of the lecture, management aspects could not be fulfilled from home, and changes to hours, reflecting the side effects of medication were not acceptable. I fought their decisions through my Union, who felt the University were being very discriminatory, and some progress was made -- however, the relationship between myself and management had totally broken down. There was no way I could work there any more.
Thankfully, rather than simply resigning, the Union negotiated a 'Compromise Agreement', as the employers had made many mistakes, and I received a large pay off in return for not discussing what had transpired or informing the press. This proved very useful.
Over the years, I had been an avid learner, and two of the courses I had followed became especially useful at this stage. I had trained as a photographer. At first, this was simply so I could take better holiday photos, but also producing decent quality family portraits for ourselves and our children -- as well as friends and extended family members.
The second course was in hypnosis. My wife and I had a very limited sex life, but she had a rather repressed upbringing. We wanted to expand our horizons, but she simply felt she couldn't. Every time we began moving into a new area, she would back off, saying it felt 'wrong' and made her feel physically ill. She desperately wanted to lose inhibitions, but could not just switch them off. After a long discussion, she suggested hypnosis. It was an area that had always fascinated me, so I agreed and undertook the course.
At each stage, we trialled the suggestions, and at each stage, she acknowledged that she was becoming more relaxed. In time, I was able to induce a light trance, and she would follow mild suggestions. This was not the stage hypnotism which people may associate with the concept, it was simply relaxation and suggestibility. The truth was, that while I was getting quite good at it, I could never make her do something she simply did not want to.
Despite that, there remained an important fact. She wanted to overcome her inhibitions -- and she trusted me. Hypnosis had already helped her to stop smoking and to diet, removing a large amount of her post-baby weight gain (which lasted years), so I decided on the next challenge.
It was common for me to place Chrissie in a light trance, so one evening, after the kids were in bed, I offered to help her to relax. She was very agreeable -- except, rather than just a light trance, I took her a step further. Once she was relaxed, I put a suggestion in her head. A remarkably simple one. That when I brought her out of her trance, all her childhood inhibitions would be gone, and she would act purely on her own instincts and desires.
I felt this was ethical. I had not asked her to do anything she was unwilling to, simply to be herself. I was also aware it was a risk. If she decided she wanted something I could not provide, maybe she would decide to look elsewhere. However, it was, in my view, a risk worth taking.
While she sat watching TV, I produced a present which I had bought earlier. I presented her with it, and waited for a reaction as she opened a box of expensive lingerie -- purple and black -- her favourite colours. It comprised a corset, with suspenders attached for the black fishnet stockings, and silk panties.
The outfit was designed to show off her large bust, slim, toned legs and buttocks, while hiding the feature which she liked least -- her stomach. Personally, I had no problem with this feature. Previously, she had carried excess weight, but diet and regular visits to the gym had slimmed her down considerably, and while a small extra layer remained, I found her whole look incredibly sexy.
As she looked at the items, I watched her carefully. Initially, there was a hint of her usual reserve, then it changed and a smile spread.
"It's gorgeous. Thank you so much. My favourite colours. I love it. But..."
I could have completed the sentence. She was wondering when she would wear such items. I had been prepared for this, so in my practised hypnotic voice, I intoned:
"You think they look beautiful. You'd like to go into the next room and put them on, with some high heels. You want to do that now."
She gazed at me, our eye contact strong and fixed, unblinking.
"Yes. Give me a minute."
She took the box and disappeared into the next room. Quickly, I grabbed my camera, checked I had the right lens and a fully charged battery and placed it next to my seat. I angled the small study light, which would have to suffice as a spotlight and waited.
I was nervous. She had said, so many times, that she wanted to try different things, and wished she was more experimental, but every time, her mind prevented her. Had I, in fact, allowed her to be herself? I could hardly believe my hypnosis skills were making her do things against her will -- indeed, that was the last thing I would have wanted.
The door handle began to turn, slowly. Would she have lost her nerve? Would the mild suggestions have worn off? Could I continue as planned, or would she suddenly reject everything and be furious with me? The door opened and in she stepped.
She looked incredible, stunning, and momentarily I couldn't breathe.
"You look incredible," I whispered, in my normal voice, before remembering that I needed to retain my mesmeric hold over her -- correct rhythm, intonation and level of instruction. I gathered my thoughts and stated:
"You know how beautiful you look. You admire yourself in the mirror, thinking how wonderful it would be to see yourself like this for all time."
She gazed at me, eyes a little unfocused, and smiled -- more confidently than I had expected.
"I do look beautiful. I feel beautiful. I want to remember this forever."
"I should take your picture. You should model for me."
"Yes," she replied, her smile broader, "I should."
I picked up my camera, switched on the makeshift spotlight and began snapping photos. As I moved around, I directed her into various poses, first standing, then kneeling, sitting and reclining on the sofa. She followed every instruction, smiling, putting and seducing. She thrust her breasts forward when asked and spread her thighs on request -- I could see the shape of her labia beneath her silk underwear -- and was there a slightly darker spot? A hint of moisture? Was she getting turned on by posing for me?
"You are a great model," I intoned, "you want to go further. Why don't you undo the first three hooks on your corset?"
I realised that this was not quite a direct instruction, but wanted her to follow her feelings. This wasn't solely about getting pictures for my benefit, it was a first step in changing her entire mindset.
Her hesitation was brief but obvious, as was the slight dilation of her pupils. Then, her hands went between her breasts at the front of the corset, and she released the first three hooks. I smiled to myself. Nothing extra had been revealed, but the next small step was established.
We repeated the posing and photography, more perfunctorily this time, before my next instruction.
"I think you want to undo three more."
This time there was no hesitation. There were only nine hooks on the corset before it would fall open, and now it was undone to her navel, allowing her breasts to fall apart into their natural position and exposing more of the soft, firm, spongy flesh leading to her nipples.
Once again, more photographs, this time seeking the angles which would show as far as possible beneath the widely separated flaps. The camera flash eliminated shadows, revealing almost her full breast.
Importantly, part of her stomach was on show, and this was her greatest insecurity. If she was going to stop, it would be my next suggestion which be the cause.
"You know your body is beautiful. You believe that every part of it is sexy and appealing. You should undo the final three hooks so that you know that even those parts which you are less sure about look good."
I was finding it difficult to maintain the stilted language and correct cadence as I spoke, due to my own arousal. I was worried that my voice would waver as the bulge in my trousers grew. I was already semi-hard, although trying to maintain my dual roles as photographer and hypnotist, and be professional in both. She must have noticed, as I saw her eyes drop to the tumescence in my groin.
Once again, there was the hint of apprehension, before her eyes misted slightly, and she undid the final hooks, allowing the corset to fall apart, held only by thin straps across her shoulders. Her large breasts still held each side in place, preventing them from being fully revealed. Her stomach, however, was exposed -- the small layer of fat which would always hide any muscle, the small, narrow stretch marks, barely visible to anyone but her, and which I would edit out in minutes -- her greatest source of insecurity.
