I had just turned eighteen when I discovered the power of hypnosis. I was on a trip with my high school drama club, going to a competition up state. During the ride, one of our number started talking about hypnosis, and what fun it was as a party game. A couple of people, male and female, agreed to try being hypnotized.
Tom sat next to one of the girls, and began giving her suggestions. After about fifteen minutes of "you're getting sleepier and sleepier," she finally knocked off and he began to have her see hallucinations like bugs and elves, finally leaving her with a trigger word and the suggestion that she see her friends as movie stars. Well, she did, and raced around the bus getting autographs from all of her heroes. Tom finally triggered her, and let go of the suggestion, and then woke her up.
I watched all of this with deep and abiding interest. Tari, the girl that had been hypnotized, was quite attractive, if rather thin, and I had been friends with her for a few months. I wanted more, but as she was a little older than I, she was content with how things were. I saw the day's events as an opportunity.
When we got to our hotel, I helped her with her bag, and managed to get a few minutes alone with her. Since Tom had not specified who could use the trigger word, I stepped up behind her and triggered her. She went into a light trance, which I immediately tried to deepen with suggestion. She was a willing subject, and went far deeper for me than she had for Tom. When I got her where I thought things would work best, not really knowing anything much about hypnosis, I gave her a new trigger word, told her the old one was gone, and made myself the only one who could put her under.
A good thing, too, since Tom tried to put her under later that evening for more fun, and everyone just figured that the treatment had worn off. He tried to re-hypnotize her, and got nowhere. I was in business.
Over the next day or so, all I did was to put her under and take her out, figuring that repeated use would strengthen the bond. It seemed to work, and she went deeper and deeper into her trances. By the time we got back home, I was ready for action.
The first thing I did was to drive her home from the school upon our return. As we sat in the car at her house, I put her under and told her that her feelings for me were changing, that she would like me more and more, that she would find me more and more attractive. When I released her from her trance, I carried her bag to the door, and, apparently impulsively, she turned, kissed me sharply on the lips, then bounded inside.
So far, so good.
Now, I needed to get more information on the subject. I was flying blind and could screw it up, which I did not want to do. I read every book I could find on the subject at the library, and used her as a guinea pig working up the techniques they described. I had wondered about one thing, though. The books declared that the hypnotist could not get a person to do what they did not want to do. I experimented a bit with that about a week later, asking Tari to climb a tall ladder, something she was normally scared to death of. She started to climb, got about halfway up, and then froze. She stopped there, not awake, but clearly intending to go no further.
I thought a minute, and told her she was climbing out of a hole, and that when she got to the top, she should stop and look over the edge of the "hole." She climbed right up, acting for all the world like she was peering over the lip of a hole when she got to the top. Clearly, the subject could only act on the information they were given, and whatever "truth" they were living in was what they would react to.
I took her back inside, got her deeper under hypnosis than I had ever gotten her, and told her that her clothes were made of wool, and were terribly hot and itchy. I also told her that she was by herself in her room, and that she should get comfortable. Clothes flew, and there she was, naked as an egg. She was very definitely slim, almost skinny, and she had very little in the way of breasts. What there was of her was cute as hell, though. She had well shaped little tits and one of the truly great asses I have ever seen. Rounded, firm and tight, it was grabable, holdable, and decidedly fuckable.
I had her move around, trying to cool off for a bit, then decided to take the fun a step or two farther before I quit for the afternoon. I had purchased a little buzzer, and I told her that when I buzzed the thing, she would become aroused. The oftener I buzzed it, the more aroused she would get. Then I told her that only I could have that reaction on her with the buzzer, and that she would not remember the suggestion. I told her that she should attribute her feelings to a simple appreciation for me. We went over the instructions a couple of times, and then I told her to get dressed and wake up. When she did, we talked for awhile and had something to drink on her patio. I had noticed that she was more approachable since the kiss, and she seemed to put herself into position to be touched or held by me. All to the better. Then I buzzed the thing and watched her eyes. They widened slightly, and then got a little blurry. She was watching me closely, and she slipped down in her chair a bit. I found that our conversation slowed down some as she seemed to lose track of what we were saying. I buzzed again, and she sat sharply up, eyes snapping to attention, and she crossed her legs tightly. She then started swinging her top leg back and forth. I let this be for a few moments, watching her carefully while not appearing to watch carefully, which is a tough trick but can be done, especially when the one you're watching is preoccupied.
I sat and drank my tea, then excused myself to go to the bathroom. As I walked into the house, I buzzed again, then ducked into the kitchen to watch. She was sitting almost frozen in place, eyes wide. She seemed extremely puzzled, but I also noticed that she was flushed up her neck and her face was a bit reddened. Then I saw her slip her hand up to her hair and through it, as if trying to keep it in place there. She drew her hand down her chest and ran her fingers across her breasts. She took her breasts in both hands then, squeezing them a bit, then pinching her nipples.
Her mouth was open and she was breathing quickly. I waited to see what else she might do, but that was it for the moment. Seemingly taking control of herself again, she shook slightly, then straightened her top and uncrossed her legs. She took up her cup and sipped her tea. She definitely had some backbone, I thought, waiting for the bone in my pants to subside. I slipped into the bathroom, squeezed the tip of my dick to get it to deflate, then peed and returned outside. I told her I needed to go home, and as we were getting up, I buzzed again. Halfway to her feet, she slipped back down into her chair. I asked her if she was ok, and she said she was feeling dizzy from the heat. That may well have been as it was about 92 degrees outside, but nipples that sharply crinkled usually only show up at about 30 below.
She stood and gave me a hug that extended in length as she pressed against me. She looked up at me, got on her toes to kiss me, and I buzzed one last time. The kiss, friendly and slightly suggestive, turned heated in a flash. I heard her moan against my mouth, and her hands roamed up and down my back. I held her closely, then ran my hand up her side to just under her breast. She sort of pushed down onto it, getting her little tit into my hand, and I took full advantage of it. She shivered against me, and she sort of straddled my left leg, pressing her hot little box up against my thigh. "God," she breathed, "what the hell is this? What am I doing?" She finished her kiss, then stepped back, breathing hard.
I had been standing there, cooperating to an extent. I had also been calculating earned run averages in my head to try and keep from ravaging her on the spot. I managed to avoid an absolutely diamond cutting erection by the narrowest of margins, but it was still strikingly apparent that growth had occurred amidships.
She was watching me carefully, still panting. I said the trigger word, and she shut down instantly and her breathing slowed.
"Tell me what you're thinking," I said. "What are you feeling?"
"I can't understand why I'm behaving like this."
