Is this story possible? Certainly. Did it happen? I’m not saying. The hypnotist in this story is Herman Woods. His nickname is Hank. He is average build. He is thirty two years old. He is a salesman with a hobby of hypnotism. If you enjoy the story, please vote. Fives are appreciated.
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I was not looking forward to this appointment. I had been putting off going to the dentist for almost two years. I had no symptoms, but just the teeth cleaning took too long and I didn’t like the way it felt. I also did not like looking at the dentist’s assistant. She just was not attractive.
So when I walked into her office I had very low expectations. There was no one in the reception area. I tapped the bell. A stunning young woman came out and greeted me. “You must be Herman?”
“Please call me Hank?”
“Okay, Hank. Would you fill out this history update?”
Anything for her. I walked over to get the form and to see her better. She seemed to have a terrific figure. Her gown stuck out appropriately. Her face was pure angelic. I was smitten. Now what to do about it? I took the form and filled it out. There was nothing of importance to add.
I sat there and planned strategy. I had been trying to figure out how to capture this lovely thing’s boss for several years. Dr. Barbara (call me Bobby) Snead was a very attractive woman who seemed totally unapproachable. Now, I was determined that I wanted them both. I gave the angel my form.
“Hi, what’s your name?”
“Oh, I am Samantha, Hank. Everyone calls me Sam.”
“Okay, Sam. Is Dr. Bobby running late?”
She leaned toward me. “She is having a bad day. I think she is having a headache.”
Now that was a real good piece of intelligence. I was a pro at curing headaches. “Did you know that I was a hypnotist?”
“No. That’s really interesting. Does that help with headaches?”
“It is the best cure in the whole world for headaches.”
“Wow, I have to try that. I get headaches all the time. The doctor can see you now. You are our last appointment.”
Dr. Bobby (as I called her) was waiting for me in front of the examining room. She looked uncomfortable. “Dr. Snead, did you know that Hank is a hypnotist and he can cure headaches?”
Dr. Bobby looked at me. “Hank, this headache is killing me. I'll do anything to get rid of it. I’ll trade you services. You get rid of my headache and I’ll get rid of your plaque.”
She had never called me Hank, before. Always Mr. Woods. She was hurting. She was wearing a green doctor’s smock that did a good job of hiding her figure. She was about thirty years old and attractive. She seemed to have a good figure and certainly a pretty face. If Sam was an Angel, she was a Goddess.
“Well, Bobby, why don’t you sit in the operating chair. It certainly is the most comfortable chair here. Sam, you can stay or not, I don’t care.”
“Sam, please stay.” That from Bobby.
Sam stood in the doorway. The room was small. Bobby sat in the patient’s chair. “Doctor, I am going to make you relax more than you ever have before. It is important that you concentrate on my voice and think of nothing else. Let your whole body go limp and close your eyes.”
She was highly motivated, but she was in pain. I was counting on her concentration to prevail. Her body seemed to get limp as I spoke. Her arms had been tense when we started. They were now hanging loose from her shoulders. I continued to reinforce the relaxation suggestion until I was convinced she was completely limp. Then I started to deepen the trance.
“Your body is now completely limp. You are only thinking of my voice. You have no other thoughts in your head. As I speak your trance will go very, very deep. Your mind will be completely blank. When I count to one hundred you will slowly come out of the trance. When I reach one, you will wake feeling wonderful. Every part of your body will feel wonderful, your head, arms, torso and legs. Every part. If I say sleep, you will go into an even deeper trance.”
I counted back from one hundred. I could see that she was coming out of a deep trance. Her body seemed less stressed than before I started. When I got to one, she opened her eyes.
“Hank, it worked. I don’t have my headache. I feel wonderful. How do you do it? What did you do?” It really worked. She didn’t remember.
She looked at Sam. “Sam, that was terrific, you should try it. After I finish with him.”
“I’d like that doctor. You sure you won’t mind?”
“Sam, I feel so good. I want to share it with you.”
She had me get into the dentists chair and she spent the next thirty minutes cleaning my teeth.
“Well, Hank, your teeth are fine. You should floss and you should come in more often. Now, did you want to do your magic with Sam? I want to watch. Sam, we are ready for you.”
Sam came back in. She looked as angelic as I remembered. “Sam, you get to sit in the chair.”
She had seen me hypnotize her boss and she was preconditioned. When she sat in the chair she went completely limp. I reinforced the suggestions and repeated the mantra I did with Bobby. When she woke up she looked confused. “What happened. I feel good, but I don’t remember anything.”
I had given her the same suggestion I gave Bobby. that when I said “sleep” she would go back into an even deeper trance. She was looking at Bobby while she was talking. Bobby opened her mouth to say something. “Sleep, both of you.”
Sam fell back in the chair and Bobby collapsed in a heap on the floor. She looked like a candle that is melting down looks as it wilts. I had to see what awaited me. I went to Bobby and lifted up the smock. Her legs were long and soft, covered by white nylons. Nicely shaped, but not athletic. I suspect she kept her figure with diet, not exercise. I rubbed my hands along those long, nylon covered legs until I got to the bare skin where the nylons ended. Her legs were so soft. I then went all the way up to the soft covered bush at the top. I wanted to pull of the panties and fuck her right there, but that didn’t seem like a good idea.
I next turned to Sam. I pulled up her gown. Her legs were athletic and muscled. Very long. She was not wearing stockings. I felt her hard legs all the way up to her covered bush. She was wearing a thong. She trimmed her pubic hair. Interestingly, she was moist at her bush and she was putting out my favorite odor. This was stimulating her. Now to complete the first part of my plan.
I went to Bobby and knelt next to her ear. I whispered, “When you wake, you will not remember being hypnotized. You will know that I made you headache go away, you will not concern yourself with how. You will suggest that the three of us meet for dinner tonight as a thank you for ridding you of your headache. Do you have anyone waiting for you at home?”
“No.”
“Sam, do you have anyone waiting for you tonight?”
“No.”
I knelt next to Sam. “Sam, Bobby will invite both of us to dinner tonight. You will accept.”
“Both of you, wake up.”
“Wow, Hank, I feel terrific. I don’t know what you did, but I feel better than I’ve felt in a long time. I want to celebrate, can both of you come to my home tonight for dinner?” We both said we could.
