This story is based on the "Controlling Bobbi" series written by the author ArtyGee. The original concept and the title "Controlling Bobbi" are the exclusive property of the author ArtyGee and are used here with his expressed written permission. The author ArtyGee takes no responsibility for the content of this story.
I am going to take my story down a different road. The two stories diverge at some point after either the second or third chapter of the original. I recommend you read the original through at least the first 3 chapters to get a good basis for my follow-up. Of course, I recommend you read all chapters of the original, not just the first 3. I hope my lean on things does justice to the original.
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Ryan:
I sat in the chair gazing at the naked beauty that was Bobbi. In the short time that I had her under my control, I had changed her from a quiet woman into a horny sex machine. I wondered why Joe hadn't done this to her while he had the chance. Maybe it was because I was young and always thinking of sex. But, he isn't that much older then I. Maybe he really is as conservative as Bobbi thinks he is. Then it hit me. Maybe he is getting it somewhere else, though who could want more if they had Bobbi? Well, I guess even Prime Rib gets old if you have it every day. Variety supposedly is the spice of life.
Bobbi was still under as she lay on the bed. She had said that Joe had placed her under using the controlling trigger, with the help of a professional hypnotist. I wondered if Joe had continued his studies and learned to do things himself. With the power he had over her, it was tempting to extend it to others.
"Bobbi," I asked, "has Joe ever hypnotized anyone else?"
"Yes"
"Why did he hypnotize them?"
"Some wanted to quit smoking and some wanted help on their diets."
"Why didn't you mention this before?' I asked.
"He told me that I would not remember this about the others."
"Did he use you to recruit them?"
"Yes. He had me tell them that he had helped me control my diet with hypnosis. I was to urge them to come over so we could talk him into helping them. I would be in the room so everything was OK."
"Were you already hypnotized when they showed up?"
"Yes."
Joe was cleaver. He had taken things beyond the simple trigger phrase. He evidently was now able to hypnotize someone on his own. I wondered if I could research hypnosis and reach that level myself. Maybe the professional hypnotist had helped him learn how to do it on his own. How far had he taken things?
"Bobbi, please go to the desk and make me a list of everyone he has hypnotized. Write down their names and the relationship they have to you."
"OK," Bobbi replied as she got up from the bed and went to the desk.
She was fantastic, sitting naked in the chair at the desk. She had reached the point where she was almost totally comfortable being naked in front of me. It was only on a few occasions where she would be conscious of her nudity, but she never made a dash to cover herself. I loved these moments with her. My Mom would some times walk around for a few minutes in her bra and panties, but, I had never seen her nude. So Bobbi's casual nude times were a new thrill.
After a few minutes, Bobbi finished and brought the sheets over to me. I counted and there were 23 names on the list. I perused the names and relations. There were 4 men on the list. I wondered if Joe might be Bi, but decided he had most likely hypnotized the men to help them quit smoking and nothing more. Besides, it might have looked suspicious to anyone who knew he was hypnotizing these women, if he had only hypnotized women.
As I looked closer at the list I was surprised to see my own mother's name there. Had he hypnotized her and taken it to another level? I'd have to check into that some time. Truth be told, she wasn't my real mother. My real mother had died in an accident when I was in grade school. My Dad had married Jane about a year later. I had always called her Mom but I had always known she was a step-mom.
"Bobbi, do you know what trigger phrase Joe used on these people?"
"Yes, it was always nearly the same. He'd say Sleep, then their name and then sleep again."
Great, I thought. Thank God he didn't have multiple phrases. And, hopefully, he didn't think to tell them that only his voice would make them fall back into a trance.
I continued to look at the names. I saw that Bobbi's sister and mother were on the list. So was the hot gal from the apartment upstairs. Joe had planted a nice garden and I was looking forward to harvesting his crop. I bet he was putting his talents to use overseas. He more than likely already had a harem at his disposal.
"After I leave, I want you to lie down and go to sleep. You will rest until the alarm goes off in the morning. When you awake you will not be horny. You will feel free of your need for sexual outlets for the next 3 days. You will go about your life as normal and not feel that anything is different. Do you understand what I have said?"
"Yes," she responded.
