My name is Tim Fisher and I am the bass guitar player and backing vocalist in an alternative rock band. We are a local favorite that plays both cover tunes and originals. Also in the band are Dan Stephens, Matt Larsen, and Jason Miller. Dan is my best friend and he plays lead guitar and sings most lead vocals, Matt plays rhythm guitar and sings some lead and backing vocals, and Jason is our drummer.
Dan and I were working on a new original song when I discovered the power that certain music can have over people. Not just the normal reactions that music can change moods and the like; but rather, opening the mind to the power of suggestion. This realization happened slowly. As I said, I am the bass player and I am also the primary lyricist for the band. I was working on a song that has never come to fruition but had some interesting effects.
At the time, Dan and I were sharing a house. It was where we worked on our music, had our practices, had our parties, and otherwise had the great time that a couple of bachelors can have. Dan had a really hot girlfriend whose name is Pam. That didn't stop him from being a male slut though, so she decided to move in with us to keep him under control. He didn't mind because it meant he would finally have a steady flow of sex from Pam and not have to worry about which girl he wanted to bring home.
Dan and I were working on a new song; as I said; and I was playing the bass line to it constantly trying to find the right lyrics to add to the music. The bass line is a flowing, funky line with plenty of chords, (which is unusual for bass lines). Most of this was done while Dan and I were messing around with new stuff (He writes most of the music and I write most of the words, so we often worked on stuff without the other guys). Normally, since Dan writes the music, he wouldn't give my musical ideas a second thought. But as we kept playing this riff, he became very mellow and accepted more and more of what I said. After about two weeks of this (I only started to really notice after the first week), I started to get curious. Actually it was when he started listening to me on other songs that made me sit up and notice. I asked him about the change.
He said, "It seems like what you are suggesting is making more sense. Maybe, I can turn you into a musician yet."
That was not a completely unusual thing to say just like I would routinely give him shit about not being able to "word smith" his way out of a kindergarten nursery rhyme hour. But it did make me think because the first part was unusual.
I kind of let things slip for the next week or so. Until I was home working on the song and Pam was the only other one at home.
I was working on what was to be the chorus, Pam was heard the music over and over. After about an hour and a half of getting nowhere, I was entirely pissed. I left the practice room and went to the kitchen to grab a beer. I saw Pam on the couch watching the boob tube, and she was looking very relaxed. I was mad anyway so I decided to see if I got the same reactions from her that I got from Dan.
I walked into the family room and said, "What's going on?"
Pam slowly looked up at me and said "Just watchin' T.V. What's up with you?"
"I'd like to see your tattoo."
"Okay." And she raised her T-shirt on the right side and took out her arm so I could see the tattoo on her shoulder.
As she lifted her shirt, I was able to see a very sexy bra covering an absolutely riveting set of tits. Pam is an incredible looking woman. About 5'2" tall, 105 pounds, 34D breasts, and a nice tight ass make up the basics of this beauty. I was also watching Pam's reaction as she raised her shirt. She certainly didn't protest when I was looking more at her tits than her tattoo, so I decided to push my luck a little.
"Pam, I can't see the tattoo very clearly with your bra on, could you take it off so I can see it better?"
She started to move to take off her bra and then stopped. My heart was leaping through my chest at this moment wondering if she was suddenly going to come out of her tranced state and was going to lay into me. My relief was overwhelming when she moved so she could take her other arm out of her shirt. Once that was done, she continued with removing her bra. She sure didn't need much help from Wonderbra! There was just a little sag in those oversized beauties. Man, I just wanted to touch them, suck them, and fuck them right then and there. I didn't really know just how long she would stay in her trance though. So, I decided to (for the time being, until I knew the limitations) be discreet, observe, and have her do some less offensive things. I just had to know what I was dealing with here.
So the next three or so hours went pleasantly enough. Pam put her clothes back on and started to serve me as something more of a maid. First she handed over the T.V. remote. Then she gave up the couch to me and got a cool beer for me. It all seemed to make perfect sense to her. At least, that is what she told me later, after she returned to her old self. She told me she could remember doing everything that was done and described it in detail. But that it was the right things to do when she did them. And it still seemed like the right thing now, she was not upset or bothered in the least.
All of this was good news to me, as I seemed to be the only one to realize what was going on and could definitely start seeing some upside to this development in my life.
I determined then that I needed to carefully explore my progress with this ability and to keep a good record of my achievements. I started a diary that day. Not a "Dear Diary … Guess who I had lunch with today" kind of diary, but a serious scientific diary showing dates, times, durations, reactions and several other details so I could accurately predict the outcome of future experiments and real world uses.
Over the next week and a half, I found that anyone who heard the music would become tranced to some degree. The more exposure, the deeper and quicker the trance. Repeated exposure send to also help deepen the trance. So, even though Jason and Matt were receiving a lower frequency of exposure, they too became tranced after hearing the first couple notes after another week. I discovered that I did not need to be actually playing at the time, but that a recording would work just as well. I also was able to discover that I could plant subliminal messages while my subjects were tranced. I would tell Matt to wear a sweatshirt to the next practice even though temperatures were easily reaching 95 and higher everyday. Or I would tell Pam not to wear underwear for a couple of days. This they did with a smile on their faces.
I also discovered that the length of the trance depended on two things: 1) the number and length of previous trances, and 2) the length of time exposed to that particular chord progression. The length of the trance worked out like this. Starting from when the subject went into the trance, they would remain in a trance for the rest of time being exposed to the music plus approximately 1 ½ times the length of exposure for first time trancers. Up to 3 ½ times the length of exposure for fully tranced subjects.
After my week and a half of testing, I decided to try my biggest and final test with both Dan and Pam the following day.
Dan and I started to practice as usual. I let it continue that way for about a half an hour. Pam was upstairs, but could easily hear what we were playing. I let Dan start playing the new song and went with him. Dan was singing the lyrics as they were at the time but not making a lot of sense. I stopped us just after the chorus (which is the part of the song that trances people) and suggested that we go through that passage several more times to see if we can figure out what to do with it. After about 20 minutes I could wait no more. Dan was in a deep trance and readily followed me upstairs to where Pam was working on some work she had brought home.
I knew that by stopping after only 20 minutes, I had given myself only about an hour to play with. So I did not want to waste any time. As per the routine I had developed, I instructed both Dan and Pam to answer all questions as honestly and completely as possible. Also to regard everything that they did as normal and their idea. With that done, I instructed Dan to take off his clothes and to get himself hard.
To Pam I said, "Come over here in front of me and do a striptease that demonstrates that you are a complete sexual animal."
She started dancing to music that was only in her head and proceeded to provide one of the most erotic sights I had ever beheld. She started her little show by gyrating and grinding slowly with an occasional rub up against me. She was running her tits over my arm and chest and grinding her ass into my crotch, making me quite hot. She took off her shorts first by unbuttoning the fly one button at a time. When the fly was open, she turned and with her legs kept straight bent over and lowered her shorts. That exposed her beautiful bikini covered butt to me.
