This is the 3rd chapter of a story between an inevitable encounter between Russ Comer, a free-lance author and technical writer, and his next door neighbor Linda. To fully appreciate the flow of this story, I recommend reading the 1st two Chapters of "Hypno-Tryst."
As always, I take full blame for all errors and omissions in it's content...
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Since I'd been entranced (literally) by my next door neighbor for the past couple of weeks, against my will, I'd been trying to put together a plan to turn the tables on her, and regain some sense of dignity for myself. My good friend Lennie, who now practiced the 'dark art' of psychiatry in some clinic uptown, had been so kind as to give me considerable information on the parts and processes of hypnotism along with a light contraption of dubious value. I left him thinking that I was working on a writing project for a client, but readers of this story know better.
After my latest humiliation, I spent the rest of the evening, well into the early morning hours doing research on the package that Lennie had passed on to me, and I was beginning to feel like I'd gotten a 'pig in a poke.' The process of inducing hypnosis on any subject by having them observe a series of flashing lights had been largely discredited, despite occasional reports of young adolescents tripping out on certain animations that displayed a calliope of flashing colors.
Waking up early the next morning, I made it a mission to find out all I could about the 'system' that Lennie had loaned me. I already knew my way around all the internet search engines because of the nature of my work, and I used this knowledge to find out everything that had ever been printed online about hypnosis.
Much of what I discovered was pure crap, but I slowly began to discover more obscure algorithms of rhythmic flashing lights that were purported to induce a form of 'instant' hypnotic induction. The major problem I had was time, and the lack of a suitable laboratory to test them in. I began to scour the internet more thoroughly than I'd ever done before, and I finally began to find a preponderance of evidence pointing to one particular system of subtle flashing lights, demonstrating a nearly 88% success rate in suitable subjects.
By the time I'd absorbed the content of this obscure but in-depth article on the 'instant induction' technique, it was very late into Thursday night, and I had little time to set up the system on my flat screen for my 'guest' the following evening. I was getting a bit groggy by the time I'd programmed the new algorithm into the device that Lennie had given me, and hooked it up to my entertainment system. I'd just managed to test the on/off switch before I had to give it up and go to sleep. I didn't have a great deal of confidence in my research, or my handiwork, but it was the best I could do in the time I had left.
Waking up late that Friday, I found myself unable to concentrate on anything but the drama that would unfold late that afternoon, when Linda would be coming by to view her program on my TV. I also could not erase the images of her manipulation of me and my body the previous Wednesday night. The sight of her smooth, white, silky breasts; and the feel of my cock pushing up between them was blinding me to anything I'd planned on accomplishing today, and her scent was still lingering throughout my house, keeping my cock on high alert!
Thinking about what I might be doing later that evening, I refrained from the incredible urge I had to masturbate to those images. But that effort was beginning to take its toll on me by the time that Linda knocked on my door that afternoon. I could barely control my emotions when I opened the door and let her into my house.
As usual she was wearing a very brief pair of denim shorts, and a short-sleeved blouse which she had left unbuttoned at the bottom, and tied just beneath her breasts. It was easy to imagine that she had no bra on under the blouse. I was too quickly finding myself coming under her influence again, and we had yet to approach the 'battle-ground.'
Sweaty hands, erect cock, (carefully concealed under my shorts), and the realization that I was crossing a very dangerous line that afternoon was beginning to make me a bit fearful of what I was planning for that night.
Figuring that I had nothing further to lose, I left Linda on the usual sofa in front of the TV, and retired to my den. I was determined however, not to enter the entertainment area until I was certain that her program had finished, and that the induction program had ample time to do its work with her; if in fact it did work. Certainly, if it didn't, I'd be subjected to the same rather humiliating sexual gymnastics as her previous visits had imposed upon me. Nonetheless, I spent an incredibly long time in my den that evening, sporting an almost painful boner.
Eventually, gathering my courage about me, I quietly approached the entertainment area to see if my scheme had actually worked, or if Linda had completed her TV show and departed. Peeking carefully through the doorway, I saw her sitting upright on the couch, apparently still watching the television, although her program had finished nearly an hour before.
Softly stepping closer to the couch, I noticed that she seemed to be looking 'through' the screen, rather than at it. My heart began to pound in my chest, and I was suddenly aware of my heartbeat in my temples as I moved closer to her. The lights were still softly blinking out the series of rhythmic pulses that I'd programmed, so the first thing I did was to turn the system off. As instructed by the brochure included with the system, I immediately addressed her by name, and instructed her to focus her entire consciousness on my voice, and only my voice. At the sound of my voice, she turned her head towards me, and softly answered, 'Yes...'
Watching her respond to my directions, I became encouraged to take things to the next stage. I instructed her to stand and face me, arms at her side, so I could closely examine her face to make sure that she wasn't pulling some kind of scam on me.
Standing before me now, I had to marvel at her clean, simple beauty. I almost forgot the incredible 'captivating' episodes that she had involved me in these past several days. Soft blonde hair, bright blue eyes, flawless skin, full sensual lips, perfectly proportioned body and that soft, sensual scent that I'd come to associate with her presence, gave me even more reason to envy the thug to whom she was married.