Writing these stories has given me a perspective on things sexual that I had not had previously. The thought that occurs to me the most is the "what if?" questions. What if as a young adult I had the skill as a hypnotist that I developed over the years? This story assumes a young man of extraordinary intelligence. We pick the story up after he has completed thorough research into hypnosis and the related psychology. He is a virgin with no dating experience. Sam is small, about five feet six, one hundred thirty pounds. He works out every day and is buff. He is now ready to start his plan. In the end he brings Dad in to help.
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My son, Sam told me this story when Sally and I got back from one of our recent vacations.
I had been watching Britney since we were both nine years old. She took me completely for granted. Britney was a look alike to her namesake, Britney Spears. When I saw her in class, before my adventure, it was the last week of the last year of our high school experience and she was bored. Britney was wearing the uniform of the day. Blue jeans that started well below her navel and ended mid calf, showing an ample, well-toned torso.
I was sure that Britney was a virgin, although she didn't discourage speculation to the contrary.
Her parents were rich and divorced. Anything their darling Britney wanted she got. Britney was clueless what it meant to want something that you couldn't have.
She was aware of her remarkable resemblance to Britney Spears and she played up to it. She flirted with all of the jocks in school and was selected Homecoming Queen to Jason Smith's King. Jason was quarterback of the state champion Stars. He was a real arrogant type.
My plan was to make her my sex slave.
I figured I had one week to accomplish my goal. Britney and I were in three classes together, History of Europe during the Second World War, advanced Spanish and psychology. I had made sure that I sat near her in each of the classes. This was the first class of the day on Monday, History.
"Yo, Britney, how is the essay coming." I wasn't sure she would answer me. She frequently ignored me. However, I knew that she was late with her essay. I was assisting the teacher and had checked her class record.
Britney gave me a dazzling smile. I knew that she would want something from him. "Sam, I'm not getting it together. All this queen shit is taking up too much time."
"Is that a hint you would like me to help you?"
"Sam, that's why I like you, you are so smart."
"Sure, Britney. What do you want me to do?"
"Could you write an essay for me? Please?"
"You have to be kidding. Britney, I have a scholarship to Harvard. You want me to jeopardize that so you can spend more time being queen?"
I was thinking that this could be the opportunity that I was waiting for. I would just have to be cool about how I dealt with her.
She put her hand on my arm. "Sam you have to help me. I have been admitted to Amherst, subject to my final grades. I must pass history, and that essay is so boring."
"Britney, I'm not going to write it for you. That would be crazy. I'll help you write it."
"Sam, I'm out of time. What can I do?"
She looked like she wanted to cry. I didn't believe it. "My folks are away for the next two weeks. Come over to my house after school and we'll write you an essay."
"Sam, I have a rehearsal after school. How about after dinner?"
Perfect! I pretended to mull it over. "I have several things to do, but if you can get to my house at 6:30, I'll do it." I held my breath.
"Okay, Sam. I'll do it." No thank you. That was Britney.
Now I had to get the house ready. After school, I drove home. I was so strung out I barely saw the street. I wanted to make the house as convenient as possible for my conquest. I made sure there was nothing that would distract Britney such as pictures of people or magazines. I put loose pillows around the house so I could use one when needed. I went to the word processor and knocked out a report on Denmark during World War II. I was picturing Britney;s navel as I wrote. I wanted to put my hands all over that exquisite body.
Then I sat down and reread the chapter on induction in "General Techniques of Hypnotism" by Weitzenhoffer, for the fifth time.
I was so nervous, I didn't eat anything. Britney showed up at 6:45. She was still wearing the same outfit. I briefly stared at that navel.
She looked agitated. "Sam, I only have an hour. I have so much to do. Lets go fast."
No hello, nothing. "Britney, if you want me to help you, you will have to do it my way. Is that understood?"
She looked startled. She had never heard me be assertive. "Sam, why are you being like this?"
"Britney, you have come into my house needing a favor and you haven't even said please. All you are doing is making demands of me. That's not fair."
She looked chastised. "All right, Sam, we will do it your way. I have to have the essay."
"Britney, sit at the table and write what you know about Denmark during World War II." I had set a pad on the table in front of an arm chair at the large dining room table. I had her sit in front of the pad. She stared at it.
She was almost crying. "Sam, I don't know anything about Denmark, then or now."
That is what I suspected. "Britney, I'll make a deal with you. I have been studying hypnotism." I showed her my your book, the one I had been reading. "If you will let me hypnotize you, I will make a major effort on your essay. You will still have to participate, but I will provide the knowledge and style. Okay?"
She didn't even think. She just nodded her head and said "yes."
"Britney, sit in this chair." I put her in a large, stuffed chair. Clearly she was tense. The book had said that sometimes you can use that tenseness to improve the depth of the trance.
"Britney make every muscle in your body tense. Tighten every muscle. Your arms, your legs, your stomach. Every part of your body." I watched her tighten her muscles. I could see the ripples on her washboard stomach. Quickly she had her whole body tensed.
"Now, immediately release every muscle."