Hypnosis Doesn't Wor

December 8, 1987

After just over twenty years, my wife and I finally have the house to ourselves again. Our youngest son has just left for College this past September, and while we're very happy for him, and excited for his future, we're still adjusting to a quiet house.

Lisa, my wife, would invite her girl friends over each Tuesday for a Weekly Girls' Night. I'd mostly stay out of their hair. I don't have anything against Lisa's friends -- I like them all very much -- but their girl talk doesn't interest me, so I'd try and make myself scarce. Seems lately I find myself napping in the other room, presumably recovering from my Monday night bowling league; We're on track to be league champions!

We'd just cleared the table from dinner, knowing Lisa's friends would be arriving in a few minutes. "I'll just head upstairs and putter around for a bit. Have fun tonight, hun."

"Oh no, not so fast, buster. Stick around tonight; we've got a movie I think you'll enjoy."

Lisa knew my Achilles heel. I was a big movie buff, and enjoyed watching just about any movie -- comedy, western, action, foreign... even the odd romance, on occasion. "Oh, what movie? Is it a new release?"

"Yeah, it's very new. And it's a surprise. You'll have to wait until the girls get here."

"Okay, if you're sure I won't be intruding... sounds fun."

"Excellent. I promise you, the girls will love playing with you."

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Over the next dozen minutes, each of the Girls' Night group trickled in. Bonnie was the last one to arrive, bringing the total to seven: Me, Lisa, and five of Lisa's friends. Bonnie was grinning at me eagerly while asking Lisa "Is he going to do it

tonight

?"

"Yes, tonight's the big night," my wife replied.

"This must be some movie to have you all so excited." I spoke to the group as a whole. Nervous laughter was the only reply I received.

"John, you don't know the half of it," Lisa began before softly adding "(anymore)." Before I could ask her what that was supposed to mean she started ushering me and her guests to the TV room. "Let's get this movie started. Bonnie, you get the wine, I'll pop in the tape."

Lisa sat me down right in the middle of the couch while the other ladies took up the spots beside me, filling out the rest of the couch. She then went over to our camcorder and ejected the video cassette.

I stifled a yawn, curious why we were playing a camcorder recording.

Was this a movie Lisa bootlegged from pay-per-view?

As Lisa walked closer to the VCR I leaned back in the couch making myself a little more comfortable. Lisa pushed the cassette into the VCR slot and pressed play.

My eyes gently closed.

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I awoke several hours later feeling quite refreshed, but slightly embarrassed. I sat up and wiped the drool from my chin. "Oh, I'm sorry, ladies. Guess I was more tired than I thought tonight. I hope my snoring didn't ruin the show."

The ladies looked at each other, like they were sharing a joke, before Lisa answered for the group "No, your... noises complimented the, uh,

show

nicely. Besides, we were just about finished anyway. The girls were just about to '

head out

'."

I stood up, and as sometimes happens after a long nap, my member started to 'awaken' with the rest of me. I was just thankful my comfy shorts hid my burgeoning erection.

"Well, I'm sorry I missed it, but I'm glad you all had a good time. I'll help see you out." I walked with Lisa to our front door, turning on the foyer and front porch lights. I stood beside Lisa with my arm around her waist while her friends put on their boots and coats.

After they were all dressed for outside I opened the door, shivering slightly as the cold reached me through my clothes. One by one Lisa's friends gave her a hug and gave me a handshake as they filed out the door.

Bonnie was the last one to leave. After hugging Lisa, she gave me a handshake like all the others. Then she extended her reach to clasp my forearm. Without letting go, she looked me right in the eyes and asked "John, describe what I'm doing right now. What would you call it?"

"What... the handshake?" I was a little bewildered at the simplicity of her question. "I dunno... it's just like a sort of Roman gladiatorial handshake, right?"

Continuing with her handshake, she gave my forearm two quick squeezes in succession. "Exactly right, John. Just a fun little handshake between friends; my favorite kind!" Without loosening her grip on my forearm she looked at my wife. "I can't believe this worked! How long can you keep him like this?"

"That's entirely up to John." My wife replied. "Or at least his subconscious."

"I think I'm going to have to start coming by more often, now."

"Ha ha," Lisa laughed. "You're always welcome. Bring your Mom, next time. I'd love to hear how retirement's treating her." Lisa offered.

"Ha! I love it!!" Bonnie gave my forearm one more shake and squeeze before reluctantly releasing her grip, and left for her car.

Still standing in the open doorway watching her, and the rest of Lisa's friends off, I turned to my wife and said "Bonnie was acting a bit weird there... what's up with her?"

Holding back her laughter, Lisa replied "Well honey, 'Hypnosis

does

work.'"

Immediately upon hearing that phrase, my memories of the evening came rushing back to my wakeful consciousness.

"Oh my God!! I can't believe I did that!!"

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Several hours earlier...

John had just sat down in the center of his living room couch, surrounded by Lisa's friends. It was only through Lisa's insistence that he sat in the center rather than off to one side, as his instincts had first tried to have him do. As far as John was aware, tonight was supposed to be strictly a ladies night, so he wasn't quite sure yet why he felt like the guest of honor.

He was surrounded by Lisa's friends, Christy, Marjorie, Jill and Wendy. Bonnie was in the kitchen grabbing a bottle of wine, and Lisa was diligently setting up the home electronics, to her very exacting specifications.

Lisa, with the help of her friends, had spent the last eight Tuesdays very carefully conditioning her husband by way of hypnosis, and tonight they would reveal the full fruits of their efforts. If all went well with John tonight, Lisa expected there to be many repeat performances in future Tuesdays'... maybe even multiple night a week.

Lisa carefully and exaggeratedly ejected the tape from the camcorder -- the first step in John's conditioning to enter a hypnotic state. John visibly relaxed at the simple early stage, making himself more comfortable on the couch.

John was such an easy subject, only two steps were required from him to re-enter his altered and suggestible state of mind. The final step was putting the very same video tape into the VCR and pressing play.

The screen was filled with a snowy static, and a gentle white noise filled the air. It was immediately obvious to all present that John was completely unconscious. His eyes were closed and his breathing had fallen into a steady pattern.

Bonnie walked back into the room carrying two bottles of wine and a stack of cups. "I wasn't sure who wanted red and who wanted white, so I brought them bo-- shit, is he out already? That's the fastest yet! But why is he still wearing clothes? Get him naked already!! I've been divorced for six months, I want to see some dick tonight!"

Wendy countered, "Bonnie, it is Lisa's husband you're talking about, y'know. Show some restraint. Besides, maybe we shouldn't be doing this. Taking away John's free will and using it to expose him to us all does sound kinda creepy. It's violating. How would you feel if the tables were turned?"

Bonnie responded "Who cares how he feels, he's a

man

!! Let's be honest, if the shoe was on the other foot, he and his buddies wouldn't hesitate to get any or all of us all naked."

Lisa finally chimed in. "Ladies, we've been over this. Hypnosis doesn't work that way. We can't get him to do anything his subconscious doesn't actually want him to do. He's a willing participant."

"Whether he knows it or not!" Bonnie couldn't help but add.

"That's exactly my point," continued Lisa. "He's already agreed! Oh sure, we conditioned him to forget, but that was just so he wouldn't be embarrassed every time he saw one of you. Bottom line: he's my husband, I love him, and

nobody

" she locked eyes with Bonnie "is going to do anything to hurt him."

The static on the TV changed to the show an image of John and Lisa's living room. The room was empty, and 09-15-1987 was time stamped in the lower corner.

Wendy whispered excitedly "Shhh, it's starting, it's starting!!"

"Wake him up, let's do this!"

Lisa patted her hands out, signalling the friends to quiet down, and turned her attention to John. Speaking softly, she said "John, you are in a safe place surrounded by friends. When I count to three you will awaken feeling calm and alert. As you see events happen on the TV, you will not recall them or your reaction to them, but they will feel completely familiar and innocent. You will also have no memory of being hypnotized, either now or previously. Any experience that feels out of the ordinary, you will perceive as perfectly mundane. One. Two. Three."

John opened his eyes, unaware any time had passed at all, and focused his attention on the TV. In the recording, all six ladies were on screen settling into various seats.

John grinned at the the ladies present and gestured towards their recorded selves. "Oh, so this is what you ladies get up to on Tuesday night when I'm not around! Do you take turns practicing for ToastMasters?"

"Not quite, smart guy," Lisa joked back. "You could say we're documenting a science experiment. Watch."

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The recorded Lisa called out "John, can you come down for a minute? We need your help with something!"

A few moments later John appeared on the screen. He looked towards the camera then quipped to everybody "Oh, so this is what you ladies get up to on Tuesday night when I'm not around! Do you take turns practicing for ToastMasters?"

"Not exactly," the recorded Lisa responded with a wink to the camera.

"Say John," interrupted Bonnie, "'is it hot in here?'"

"No, I don't think so. Need me to turn up the A/C?"

"Never mind."

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As the recording of John was remarking on the A/C, the real John silently stood up and walked over to Bonnie, standing in front of her. He reached down to the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. He turned it back right-side out and folded it, before handing it to Bonnie. Bonnie took it without comment. John walked back to his spot on the couch and sat back down, topless in just his jeans.

Bonnie raised her right eyebrow and smirked in Lisa's direction. Lisa responded with an approving nod.

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"No, John. We're going to hypnotize you." The recorded Lisa said.

"Ha, hypnotism doesn't work!" John replied confidently.

Lisa walked over to John and placed her hand on his arm. "Oh, honey, you couldn't be more wrong. By the time we're finished with you," she spoke seductively, while lightly caressing his arm, "you'll be our naked play thing. You'll do whatever we want, and we want to watch you cum."

"You guys have been hitting the bottle early tonight. Never gonna happen. Hypnosis just isn't real."

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"I'd forgotten about your hypnotism gag." The real John replied to the group as he watch the playback. "I would have thought you'd forgotten about it too. Not to repeat myself," John gestured at his image on the TV, "but there's no way. You'll never get me clucking like a chicken."

Christy spoke up "Cluck like a chicken?"

"Yeah, what Lisa just said in the video: make me play a chicken. Make me cluck." John said.

"You're sure about that? 'Is it hot in here?'" Christy asked John.

John stood up and walked over to stand before Christy. He unbuckled his belt. "Absolutely positively. Hypnosis is just the stuff of stories." He pulled his jeans down his legs and stepped out of them. Folding them, he handed them to Christy then sat back on the couch, wearing only his blue boxer briefs. "I promise you I'll never cluck like a chicken."

Bonnie couldn't help but reply "John, I'm inclined to agree with you. Maybe you could 'head out' and 'serve us' girls some wine."

At the mention of the first trigger phrase, John's cock began to swell. As it raised, it formed a tent in his briefs. First small, then larger. Within seconds it was pointing towards the horizon, pulling the waistband away from his skin. Technically he wasn't exposed --anyone close enough to peer down would only see inky shadows -- but he was far from decent.

Before his mind could process what was happening in his underwear, it reacted to the second trigger. He immediately stood up and affected his best English accent (which wasn't especially good). "Yes, ma'am. Right away ma'am." He walked to the end table where Bonnie had placed the glasses and wine and proceeded to pour and deliver a full glass to every participant. He served Lisa's glass last -- like a good hostess should -- and asked "I trust everything is satisfactory, ma'am?"

"Oh yes, I'd say everything is coming along quite nicely," she answered with a smile.

"Very good, ma'am." John replied automatically. He took a half step backwards, just enough to show a butler-ly deference to Lisa and clasped his hands behind his back, waiting for any further drink requests.

"Cheers!" said Lisa, casually, while tapping her glass against John's still horizontal dick. His member wobbled slightly, but stayed confined within its blue prison, despite its attempts to extricate itself.

Drawing her attention back to the TV, Wendy exclaimed "we're missing it!"

"Oh, big deal," said Christy. "We never even did anything that first night. Just a lot of talking. For over a month!"

"A lot of talk, yes, but essential for John." said Lisa. "He had to become familiar and comfortable with the basics before we could... ahem... broaden his horizons."

"You mean get to the dirty stuff!" Bonnie said bluntly.

"Yes, Bonnie. But I suppose we could fast forward a bit." Lisa reached for the remote and pressed the fast forward button. The images on the screen sped up and the time stamps increased.

First 09-22-1987, then 09-29-1987, speeding past several more before Christy shouted "Stop! Here's good!" The time stamp read 10-20-1987.

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All the ladies were present, as was John. He was dressed in his usual casual evening attire: t-shirt and jeans. He was seated in the couch, eyes closed, clearly in a trance. Lisa was speaking to him. "... and whenever you hear the phrase 'serve us' you will become a refined English butler. You will be compelled to provide the best personal service you can to all the ladies around you. If you hear the phrase a second time, you will stop being a butler and have no memories from your time as a butler. If..."

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"Ugh, no that wasn't it." Christy was obviously disappointed. "Keep going a little more please." Lisa obliged. "Stop! Ok, now I'm *

sure

* this is the bit I want."

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10-27-1987

Again, all were present in the living room; John under Lisa's spell sitting peacefully on the couch. The ladies were discussing what the next suggestion should be. Bonnie snapped her fingers. "I've got it. John needs a nice Halloween costume. What if we..." Bonnie leaned over and whispered in Lisa's ear. The whispers were too quiet for the camcorder to pick up.

Lisa's smile grew with each word Bonnie relayed. "Yes, yes I think that will do the trick."

Walking closer to John, she began her instructions. "John, whenever you hear the phrase 'is it hot in here' you will stop what you are doing, and you will walk up to the person who said it. You will not think about what you are doing -- you will not even realize you are doing it. The answer in your mind is always 'yes, it is hot in here' so you will remove one layer of covering to cool off, until there is nothing left covering you. You will then fold each piece of clothing you remove and gratefully give it to the person who reminded you of the heat.

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John was halfway through refilling Marjorie's wine glass when he heard the phrase on the television. He set the glass and bottle down, his 'butler duties' forgotten, and walked wordlessly in front of Lisa. He unceremoniously peeled down his briefs, causing his cock to spring out, slapping his belly. Released from its uncomfortable confines, his cock now pointed nearly straight up to the North Star. John let his underwear drop to the floor and stepped out of them. Picking them up he delicately folded them and offered them to Lisa.

"Thank you," she giggled.

Resuming his butler role, John placed his hands behind his back and nodded curtly as his wife. "Ma'am." Then returned to pouring Marjorie her refill.

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"Thank god. I've been wanting to do this one from day one! Now let's test it out!" Bonnie said eagerly.

"Uhmm..." Lisa wavered, appearing to have second thoughts. "We usually wait a session or two before trying a new command out. It gives it time to bake in better, to feel more natural for John, but I guess Halloween is this Saturday. Okay, Bonnie it was your idea, so you do the honors."

"Oh Johnny, 'is it hot in here?'" Bonnie asked very exaggeratedly.

John stood up and walked to Bonnie.

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Mirroring the recording, John dropped his butler facade again, and walked to face Bonnie. She was sitting on the edge of her seat on an ottoman beside the couch. From where John now stood, his pubes were less than an inch from Bonnie's face. If he'd been aware of his actions, he would feel her warm breath blow through his thick bush at the base of his cock. If she'd though faster, she would have reached her tongue out and licked him without moving her head. He stood there for an eternity-- in Bonnie's mind;-- 20 seconds in actuality. Then, abruptly, he turned and walked up the stairs, and out of sight down the 2nd floor hall.

Meanwhile, on the TV forgotten by all, the image of John rather mundanely removed his long-sleeved work short, revealing his t-shirt beneath, then sat back down.

Utterly stunned, Bonnie stammered "Uh... what the hell just happened?"

"Did we break him?" Wendy worried. "Maybe he snapped out of it..."

"Wendy," Lisa started patiently, "if John wasn't hypnotized anymore, do you think he'd all but face fuck Bonnie then calmly leave the room?"

Bonnie blushed at Lisa's remark, realizing her earlier thoughts had been written all over her face.

"Okay, so what then? Is he going in reverse now and putting on more clothes?"

"Oh, I hope not." Wendy mock whined. "I had started to acclimate to an underwear-clad man-servant. I was looking forward to having a completely naked one now!"

"Well maybe he's putting it on so he can take it off again?"

Lisa mused, "does sound kinda redundant, but I guess hypnotized people don't take the most thought out actions."

They heard a noise at the top of the stairs and all turned to see how John had interpreted his subconscious suggestion. Wendy gasped, Lisa grinned and let out a soft "Oh my." Bonnie laughed and stomped her feet like an excited school girl. "Holy fuck! That's... awesome!"

John reached the bottom of the stairs and all the ladies could clearly see John had completely shaved his pubic hair. Over 30 years of man bush was gone, as if it had never been, and his crotch was as bald as the day he was born -- albeit now significantly more impressive.

He walked through the group, again stopping before Bonnie. John had walked back to the exact same spot he'd left, however Bonnie must have shifted forward ever so slightly in the ensuing confusion. John, still sporting a massive erection and standing before Bonnie, gently pressed his boner against her face. She was in no hurry to move, but was instead savoring the experience. His cock went from her chin to her forehead, and she could feel his every heart beat as it pulsed through his cock. They were so close to each other that his cock would tap her forehead every time it pulsed.