Hypnosis Made Easy Pt 01

Hypnosis Made Easy

Lesson 1

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Author's note: all characters depicted are 18+ years of age. My kinks are not my politics. Enjoy!)

Katy didn't know much about basketball. But she could tell the game was close. There hadn't been a smile on the court in minutes, the friendly, bantering rivals of the first three quarters replaced by hard-faced women who only spoke in terse grunts and piercing cries. As she watched them pound up and down the cracked asphalt, sprinting with the desperation of troops across no-man's land, Katy felt her stomach tighten with sympathetic anxiety, her small hands clenching and twisting the battered bookbag on her lap.

It was just a game, she reminded herself. A friendly, intramural contest between fellow students. There were no championships hanging in the balance, no stakes higher than bragging rights and maybe a minor wager or two. Why, then, was her pulse racing as if she was the one leaping and sprinting and diving after every ball? Why couldn't she help glancing at the portable scoreboard like a ticking time bomb? Why had she even bothered showing up in the first place, having no knowledge of sports beyond how confusing and stressful they could be?

The answer came with the swish of a basket. Katy turned, and saw the most beautiful woman in the world at the three-point line, fist pumping in triumph as she prepared for the next play. Her pale skin was glossy with sweat, loose strands of black hair clinging to her forehead and face, her tank-top soaked and sticking to her sides. Yet despite the tinge of pink in her cheeks and the heavy panting from her lips, she didn't seem worn or fatigued at all. In fact, as the grey clouds parted above, her body seemed to glow with ambient energy, graceful limbs and azure eyes shining in the afternoon sunlight.

"G..." Katy swallowed, then forced herself to her feet. "G-go Jo!" she managed to cry.

The dark-haired beauty looked to the bleachers, offering a grin and a wink to Katy before returning to the game. The overstimulated spectator wobbled, then sank back into her seat with a sigh, burying her burning face behind her bookbag. She wondered if any of her neighbors had noticed, if any of them realized what they'd just seen. Probably not--even if they'd caught the exchange, there was no way they understood its meaning. Never in a million years would they think that Jolene Roux was Katy Tapper's girlfriend.

An understandable mistake--Katy could hardly believe the pairing herself. It just didn't make sense, no matter what angle she considered it from. Jo was a goddess among mortals: tall, athletic, and beautiful to boot, every part of her elegantly aligned and perfectly proportioned. Katy, meanwhile, was a sidekick from a second-rate rom-com: short, soft, and blatantly bespectacled, her body a bouncy assemblage of chubby hips, rippling thighs, and heifer-grade tits. Jo's hair was a glossy raven black; Katy's was a tangled mousy brown. Jo was fierce, fashionable, and free-spirited; Katy was anxious, awkward, and antisocial. If it wasn't for a random stats class throwing them together, the two opposites probably never would've attracted, not in a million years. Yet somehow, not only did Jo tolerate Katy's insufferable nerdiness and inscrutable flirting, but she apparently found them endearing. Or something.

That was why Katy was sitting here, surrounded by people she didn't know, watching a sport she didn't understand, suppressing fears about the exam she still hadn't studied for. There would be plenty of other tests, she assured herself, plenty of other chances to bolster her wavering GPA. Having a girlfriend like Jo though--that was an opportunity Katy couldn't afford to squander.

The portable scoreboard buzzed and the bleachers erupted into cheers. Startled, Katy shot to her feet with her neighbors, only to freeze as she realized she had no idea who'd won. Searching for a sign, she was relieved to see Jo jumping with joy, laughing in that innocent, effortless sort of way that always made Katy's heart pang with longing. Grabbing her bookbag, the lovesick nerd stepped down the seats to meet her champion, only to squeak as a mob of Jo's teammates cut her off, surrounding and celebrating their goddess of victory.

Katy waited. Took a step towards the crowd. Then retreated. Half-waved when she thought she caught Jo's eye, only to cringe as she realized she was mistaken. After what felt like an eternity as the Pluto of a sweaty solar system, the orbit of cheering planets finally broke, revealing the burning, dazzling star at their center.

"Hey!" Jo exclaimed, her smile almost too bright to look at. "Katy! You came! I thought you had a Biochem exam to study for."

"Uh." Katy's throat made a sound like a laugh. "I did. I mean, I do. But. It's, y'know. Whatever. I've got the class pretty much on lock, so...no problem!" She hoped.

"That's great!" Jo threw an arm around the babbling nerd. "The perks of being a girl genius, huh? Hope the game didn't bore you too much."

Katy swallowed. "N-no it was...uh, it was fun. You were great. Like, MVP for sure. No one else could even touch you."

"Of course not." The grinning beauty leaned over, lips brushing Katy's ear. "Only a certain, special someone gets to do that."

That special someone's head spun. She leaned against Jo for support, amazed that a woman could be so sweaty, and yet smell so good. "Y-y'know, I-I was thinking. You must be, like, crazy hungry after that game, right? Maybe we could, um, grab lunch or something? My treat?"

"Mm, you know I love it when you treat me, babe. But I should probably head back and shower first."

I could join you

, Katy's brain said. "Oh. R-right," her lips mumbled.

"Also, I need to post the pics and vids from the game. Plus there's some homework I've been putting off all week. But hey! I'm free later if you wanna hang out tonight. And if you still feel like treating me, maybe we can do a little...y'know?"

Katy thought she did, though the arch of Jo's eyebrow was giving her second thoughts. "Uh...sex?"

Her girlfriend laughed, rolling her eyes. "Well, yeah, but also...you know..." She wiggled her fingers mysteriously.

Understanding crashed into Katy like lightning. "Oh. That."

Jo's leading grin vanished. "Or...not? I thought you were down to give it another shot."

"I-I am. Of course. It's just...so soon."

"But we got super close last time! You read those guides I sent you, right?"

"Uh. I mean...I skimmed them. But then things got really busy and..."

"That's alright--skimming's good. Vic always said you learn more from doing than from studying anyway."

Katy tensed, the name like a splash of cold water on her skin. Ah, yes: Vic. Victoria Summers. The ex that wouldn't stay dead. The specter that haunted Katy's worst nightmares. The grinning profile pic burned into the back of her eyelids.

"But hey," Jo continued, attempting nonchalance and doing a terrible job of it. "If you don't feel up to it then..."

"It's fine," Katy blurted. "I'll do it. Third time's the charm, right?"

Another shining smile. Another hook in her heart. "Right. See you then!"

A quick peck on the forehead, and the two women parted, diverting down separate paths through the buzzing campus crowd. Katy adjusted the straps of her bag, shoulders suddenly heavy with the weight of what she'd just promised.

Jolene Roux wanted to be hypnotized. And Katy had less than six hours to figure out how.

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"Katy? Katy!"

The startled nerd withdrew from the fridge, belatedly discovering she was no longer alone in the kitchen. "Becca! Wh-when did you get home?"

"I've been here the whole time." Her freckled roommate frowned. "Where were you? I thought we were reviewing Biochem together."

"Uh, right. Sorry. Something came up."

"Something involving Jo?"

Katy took a hurried bite of her sandwich, obscuring her answer through a mouthful of BLT.

Becca sighed. "Can we at least run through the study guide while you eat?"

Katy slowed her chewing, struggling to stall long enough to escape. "S-sorry. Can't."

"What?! Why not?"

"It's--there's...I'm busy, okay?" She brushed past her gaping friend, scurrying across the cramped apartment.

"It's because of

her

, isn't it? Jesus, Katy. Why do you let her treat you like this?"

"It's not like that," the retreating roomie insisted, struggling to open her door while juggling a soda and sandwich. "I'm doing this because I want to."

"Uh huh. More like you're too scared to tell her 'no.'"

"That's not true."

"You gotta start setting boundaries, Katy. Otherwise, people will end up drawing them for you."

"Thanks for the advice, but I'm fine." The door finally swung open. "Sorry for being flaky. I'll make it up to you later."

"You could start by doing your share of the chores. I'm not cleaning the kitchen again just because you--"

"Will do. Later." The door closed with an authoritative click. Katy exhaled, slumping against the solid wood surface, hoping the ensuing silence would soothe her jittery nerves. But it was no use--the voices in her head were already roaring back to life, shattering the quiet with their ceaseless, panicked prattling.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. What was she going to do? How the hell was she supposed to learn hypnosis in a single afternoon? It was impossible--after weeks of trying, Katy had barely been able to mumble her way through an induction, much less make any of it stick. Deep down, she'd hoped that her previous failures would be enough, that Jo would realize it was a lost cause and allow their normal, non-somnambulic sex-life to return. But apparently, this whole hypnosis thing wasn't just a fleeting fantasy--it was a full-blown fetish.

This was all Victoria's fault. The perverted bitch. If she hadn't corrupted Jo with her stupid kinks, Katy wouldn't be struggling so hard to escape her shadow. Sometimes, she wondered if Vic had somehow hypnotized Jo into sharing this particular proclivity, thereby setting a standard that no future partner could meet. Of course, that was just paranoia talking. Hypnosis didn't really work that way.

But what if...?

Tight. Katy's clothes were too tight. How the hell was she supposed to think when it felt like her jeans were trying to squeeze the life from her? Setting her lunch aside, the flustered nerd quickly stripped, peeling the denim from her thighs and pulling her top over her head. She unclasped her bra, sighing with relief as her heavy breasts fell free, gently massaging the aches and wire imprints away. Breathing easier now, she searched for a nice pair of sweats to slip into, only to be diverted as another wave of worry crashed through her.

The guides. She should review the guides Jo had sent her. If Katy could master at least one of their techniques, at least she could prove that she was trying. Racing to her desk, the scrambling student threw open her laptop and navigated to her email, taking another hasty bite of sandwich before clicking on every link her girlfriend had sent. No sooner had she begun reviewing their contents, however, than Katy felt her gaze sliding from the screen, lines of text blurring and swimming as her skull throbbed in fear.

This wasn't going to work. Far from providing reassurance, all these tutorials did was make her even more hopeless. Each article proposed a different solution, none of which promised the sure-fire success she was seeking. There was no way she was confident enough to pull off an instant induction, and confusion techniques were impossible to follow. An Ericksonian approach seemed nice in theory, but she'd never really been much of a storyteller, and was far too anxious to pull off a progressive relaxation script.

Fuck. Fuck shit fuck fuck shit. Almost an hour had passed, and Katy had absolutely nothing to show for it. She needed a miracle. A silver bullet. A savior. Fingers flying across her keyboard, she typed a hasty plea for help, posted it to every erotic hypnosis community she could think of, and sullenly resumed her lunch. No sense cramming on an empty stomach, after all.

Her plate now clear of its contents, Katy sat back with a sigh, licking her fingers clean as she checked for reply notifications. The meal had relaxed her somewhat, but a knot of dread still sat heavy in her stomach, growing tighter with every click of her mouse. Responses were few, unsurprisingly, with most pointing her to the same unhelpful resources she'd already abandoned. Hopes rapidly fading, she tabbed over to the last of her posts, the one that she'd lobbed into a seemingly dead Discord. To her surprise, someone had actually replied. More shocking still, the link they'd posted was one she didn't recognize.

"I was struggling to hypnotize my partner for years," the message read. "But everything changed after I took Master E's course. Try it

here.

"

Master E? God, the names these people came up with. Still, beggars couldn't be choosers, and Katy had literally been begging moments earlier. Swallowing her doubts, she double-checked her network security settings and clicked the link.

She blinked. Then squinted. Then frowned.

What the hell? This had to be one of the most abstract websites she'd ever encountered. The background was an undulating mess of rippling colors, their paths distorted by various links and menus drifting to and fro. The effect wasn't...unpleasant exactly, but it did make navigating between pages a chore. Skimming the various sections, Katy learned that "Master E" was an experienced hypnotist and instructor who sold online courses and sessions. What exactly these offerings entailed, however, would have to remain a mystery for now; despite her best efforts, Katy's eyes kept crossing after reading more than a sentence or two, the screen melting into a mass of swirling color, pulling her attention and cursor to the blinking "Free Trial!" offer at the top. The third time this happened, the exasperated nerd finally gave in, clicking the banner before her skepticism could stop her.

Instantly, she was transported to another page, the cacophonous colors resolving into a shimmering, harmonious blend. The change was such a relief, Katy actually sighed aloud as her vision blurred, easing muscles she hadn't even realized she'd been straining. When the screen came into focus again, it was auto-playing a video labeled "Lesson 1." The shifting hues continued their dance as soft, soothing music emanated from her speakers, gradually giving way to a deep, sonorous voice:

"Welcome to the first lesson of Hypnosis Made E-Z. I will be your guide for this course. You may call me Master E."

Katy snorted. Fat chance she would be calling him anything like that. Still, she admired his dedication to playing the part. Clearly, he'd practiced his delivery quite a bit, ensuring every word was pitched and paced to be both calming and commanding at once.

"This free trial will introduce you to of the basic foundations of erotic hypnosis," the video continued, "as well as provide a step-by-step guide for a simple scene you can perform with your partner. Or by yourself. I won't judge, I promise."

It was barely a joke, but Katy still found herself smiling. Was he using some kind of speech filter? It was subtle, but she swore she could detect a trace of reverb at the edges of his words, a faint echo that seemed to harmonize with the background music. However he'd achieved it, the effect was impressive. And very...intriguing...

"Before we begin, it's important that we establish the proper instructional environment. To that end, I ask that you only watch this video in a quiet, private place. Additionally, for the best experience, please make sure that you are wearing earbuds or headphones for the duration of the lesson."

Oh. Right. Katy had been so caught up in the video's momentum, she'd completely forgotten that it was blaring from her laptop. Quickly, she donned her Bluetooth headphones, cringing as she wondered if Becca had overheard anything. With any luck, she was studying in her own room by now, too absorbed in her work to...

Whoa. The instant the audio output switched, Katy felt as though she'd been transported. She hadn't realized how rich and...deep of a soundscape Master E had constructed. It seemed to envelop her head as she listened, filling the space between her ears with soothing, seductive song. And when her instructor spoke next, it sounded like the voice of God reverberating from above.

"These kinds of details may seem frivolous," he said. "But I promise they're crucial to the learning process. Which is why I must also request that you dim any lights and close any blinds or curtains you might have."

An annoyed pout sat on Katy's lips, her eyes drifting reluctantly to the nearby window. She'd finally felt herself sinking into the moment, and now she had to get up? What a pain.

As if reading her thoughts, the video chuckled. "I know I'm asking a lot of you, but please do your best to follow my instructions. What I'm offering is a chance to make your wildest fantasies a reality. The least you could do in return is humor me a little, right?"

Katy supposed there was no arguing with that. Pushing herself up from her desk, the unsteady nerd swayed to the sunlit glass, drawing the blinds closed and plunging the room into darkness. Her laptop screen was the only source of light now, its rippling colors easily recapturing her gaze as the lesson continued:

"Very good. Thank you. Now, take a moment to make yourself as comfortable as possible. Maybe you have a favorite blanket you'd like to wrap around your shoulders, or a pillow that supports your head just right. Whatever you need to help you relax, go ahead and do it now. Don't worry--I'm not going anywhere."

Again, Katy smiled. She had to admit, regardless of its efficacy, this was definitely the most pleasant lesson in hypnosis she'd ever received. After considering her options for a moment, she decided on relocating the remainder of the lesson to her bed, slouching against a wall of pillows before balancing the laptop on her soft, bare belly.

"That's better, isn't it?" Mater E asked. "Feeling nice and comfy now, aren't we?"

Yes,

Katy's mind answered. "Yes..." her lips breathed.

Wait, had she just said that out loud? It was hard to tell over the music and the colors and...

"Very good. I can already tell you're going to be an excellent student."

Katy's chest fluttered. For some reason, being praised by Master E felt really nice. And...kind of exciting, in a weird sort of way. At the edges of her vision, she noticed that her nipples were now stiff at attention. Which was...strange given how...warm she felt...

"And because you're such an excellent student, I don't mind telling you that you've already experienced your first lesson in hypnosis. The technique I've just demonstrated is known as 'priming.' By having you fulfill several simple requests, I've established a pattern of behavior, one that 'primes' your mind to listen and follow my instructions."

If Katy's eyes hadn't felt so heavy, they would've widened in surprise. Master E was right--she'd been responding to his commands without thinking, completely oblivious to the fact that he was influencing her. It was wild. Incredible.

And maybe...worrying?

"Additionally, by revealing this to you," the video continued. "I've not only further primed your brain to recognize this pattern, but deepened our trust as well. After all, if I was secretly trying to manipulate you, I wouldn't draw your attention to it would I?"

Oh. Right. Katy exhaled, relieved to learn that she wasn't being manipulated. It would be so much easier to absorb Master E's teachings, now that she knew she could trust him.