I have received several emails asking if I am a hypnotist. Yes, I am. My stories are based on facts (and fantasy) but are not actual occurrences. Everything depicted is possible. Questions or comments are welcome.
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I had just finished a partnership meeting when Jeff came up to me. "Mike, you are a hypnotist, right?" He was towering over me as he said that. I am tall, but Jeff is gigantic. He is a six foot eight, former basketball player. He was also a terrific salesman. Jeff has been with my company fifteen years.
"Yes, I am. Why do you ask?" Mike, I have this problem sleeping and it's tearing me apart. Not doing much for my married life, either."
Jeff married Abigail about five years ago. She was 15 years younger than him and gorgeous. They did not have children.
"Why aren't you sleeping?"
Jeff stood still for a moment. He was still built like a professional basketball player. Very defined muscles. He had a handsome face with a jutting jaw. Mike, I'm embarrassed. I have never discussed such things with anyone. I go to bed at night thinking about sex and I toss and turn. It takes me forever to fall asleep and then I'll wake up two hours later and won't be able to fall asleep."
"I don't understand. Why don't you make love with Abigail and go to sleep?"
"Abagail tells me that all I think about is fucking her. That is her word. She says I don't respect her for her mind. She said I have to show her respect for her thoughts before she will submit to me again. "
"Submit to You?"
"That's what she said."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Make me stop thinking about sex."
"What if I could solve your bigger problem?"
"How would you do that?"
"If I told you, it might not work. Invite me to your house for dinner. You can invite Sally with me." Sally was my wife and my best hypnosis subject.
"I'll talk to Abigail and try to get her to do that. She really likes Sally so it will probably work."
"Have Abigail work it out with Sally. For goodness sakes don't suggest the reason to anyone. Wait; before we do all of this I should make sure that you are a good hypnosis subject. Sit in that chair and watch my finger."
I walked over, closed and locked the door and held my finger in front of his face. I had him stare at it until I touched his nose. His eyes didn't waiver and with a few more suggestions he was in a deep trance." I woke him up and said: "That's fine, it will work."
"What happened, was I hypnotized?"
"Yes and yes."
Dinner was set up for the following Wednesday evening. Sally was pleased because she liked Abigail as much as Abagail, apparently, liked Sally. To hypnotize Sally all I had to do was say: "sleep." I did it often to improve sex, help Sally sleep and to make myself feel powerful. It was a trip. This evening was going to be interesting. The challenge was going to be hypnotizing Abagail. Abagail was truly brilliant. She had a PhD from Stanford in economics. Jeff didn't want her to work and, so far, she had put up with it. She did a great deal of volunteer work and was on several boards and was President of a Homeless Shelter. Smart people were usually excellent subjects unless they rejected the idea of hypnosis.
The plan was to arrive at Jeff's house at six and have cocktails and conversation. Dinner would be at about eight. Jeff had a large home in the hills in the west side of town. He lived about three miles from me. When we arrived, Sally and I walked up hand in hand. I rang the bell and Abigail opened the door. She looked terrific, as usual. She was wearing a silk suit with a white blouse. It looked almost like a dressy lounging outfit. Her figure was well defined with her breasts slightly larger than her perfect hips. Abigail's outfit showed no cleavage or leg. She was a very modest woman.
"Hi, Sally. Hello Mike. Won't you both come in. It is really super that you could come over."
Jeff came out and we went into their entertainment room. It was a very comfortable room with two over stuffed couches that looked like they would pull down into beds. Abigail served drinks and we settled down for conversation. I toyed with my drink. I made sure everyone else finished his or hers. I knew that Jeff was waiting to see what I was going to do.
"Abigail, Jeff told me that he has trouble sleeping and he wants me to try to help. " I looked at Jeff.
Jeff sat there looking startled and, maybe, a little embarrassed. "I am a hypnotist and I will give him suggestions that will help him sleep." I knew that would interest Abigail and ought to start a conversation.
Abigail asked me a lot of the usual questions about how long I had been doing it, how did I learn and how did I find my subjects? I patiently waited for the buying question. Finally I got one. "How do people feel when they are hypnotized?"
I looked into her eyes and told her that people who have been hypnotized report to me that they feel more relaxed then they have ever felt in their lives and that it definitely is even more refreshing than real sleep. I told her that it was great for improving concentration and controlling bad habits. "Do you want to try it?"
This was the reason I brought Sally with me. Having Sally here would reduce any fears about giving in to a man. Abagail quickly replied: "Can you make me a speed reader?"
"I can't make you a speed reader. What I can do is make you read much faster. In your case, unless you are dyslexic, that will probably is speed reading."
"I'd like to try that." Yes!
"Why don't we try to hypnotize Jeff first?” I knew that watching someone hypnotized successfully makes the next subjects much easier.
I easily hypnotized Jeff and told him that when he went to bed at night he would tell himself to fall asleep and he would sleep the night through. I told him he could do that anytime he wanted. That wouldn't solve his real problem, but it would impress Abigail and Sally and it would work. I also told him that when I told him "sleep Jeff" he would go into a very deep trance. I then woke him up.
He woke up and looked around. "Was I hypnotized?"
"Yes, and tonight or any night tell yourself sleep and you will sleep the night. Do you understand?" He nodded and I said, "Sleep Jeff." He collapsed in a heap.
Abigail said: "Is he hypnotized?"
"Oh, yes. He will stay that way until I tell him to do something."
Abigail started to giggle. "What can you get him to do?"
I was treading on thin ice here. If I told her "anything" I would not be able to hypnotize her very well. I gave her the standard answer. "Nothing he wouldn't do if he wasn't hypnotized."
I didn't want to give Abigail too much time to think about it. I walked over to her and pointed a little flashlight I carried at her left eye and told her to stare at it. She did. As she was staring I gave her various commands. I tested her depth by having her do things. The tasks kept getting increasingly unusual and she kept doing them. When I was certain that she was very deep I told her she would waken from a very deep sleep and tell me everything she remembered, if she remembered anything. I wanted to carefully test her waking memory. She woke up and said the usual question.
"Was I hypnotized?"
"What do you think?"
"I don't think so. I don't remember anything happening, "
"That was a test. Now I am going to work on your speed reading." Without waiting for an answer I put her in a deep trance. I turned to Sally who had been watching without saying anything.
"What do you think?"
