Since I started this series I have received many very interesting emails. Sexual slavery is clearly a turn on to both men and women. Women are interested in both being the slave and the master. This story is fiction. It is based on experience and it could have happened. Enjoy the story and please vote when you finish.
See chapter two for the genesis of the story line. One of the women in this story is afraid of hypnosis unlike the previous women. Sybil came in with a women she thought was her friend for moral support. Both of them were in my office as a response to a dare by a young man they both (unknown to their conscious minds) desired. Bradley Smoot was a fraternity president who had seen my ad and dared Sybil to respond. Sybil looked like Marilyn Monroe, her friend Cheryl looked like a high fashion model. Just looking at the two women was stimulating. I decided it would be interesting to control Sybil, Cheryl and as it turned out, Bradley.
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"Mr. Lawrence, there are two women waiting for you in the waiting room. I thought there were only supposed to be one at a time?" That was my assistant Arlene who was very protective of me. I also thought I was only supposed to see one women at a time. My appointment book said Sybil Greene. I decided that two might be interesting.
"Bring them both in, Arlene."
When they walked in the door, I was captivated. These were two of the loveliest women I had ever seen. We had some lovely young women but nothing to compare to these two.
"Hello, I am Mike Lawrence. Would you please introduce yourselves?"
"I am Sybil Greene, Mr. Lawrence and this is my friend Cheryl Smoot." Sybil's voice was very melodious while being somewhat lower pitched. When she spoke she looked directly into my eyes. There was a touch of humor in her voice and eyes.
Cheryl looked at me. "Hello, Mr. Lawrence, good to meet you." That's all she said. Her voice was deep and husky. She also had a look of slight humor behind her eyes. She was very tall, about six feet and slender. She could have stepped right out of Vogue.
"I thought I was only going to meet with Sybil, to what do I owe the pleasure of having two lovely young women in my office?" They both laughed.
"I answered your ad on a dare. I brought Cheryl along to give me courage. Should we just leave?"
No way did I want them to leave. How could I turn these luscious females into sex slaves? I decided the first thing I had to do was gain their confidence. "No, I certainly don't want you to leave. I have blocked this time so we should at least complete the interview. Why did the person dare you to come here?"
"I was talking to the president of this fraternity who happens to be Cheryl's second cousin. I showed him the ad and told him I didn't believe in hypnosis." With that statement Sybil started to blush. The pink went very well with her blonde hair. I was wondering whether she was a natural blonde. Would I find out? "Bradley said he dared me to go and be a hypnosis subject. He said I could never do anything a man told me." She blushed again.
"Is that true? Could you never do anything a man told you to do?"
"Bradley thinks so. I certainly wouldn't do what he would tell me to do." She said that with petulance in her voice.
"But, he dared you to answer the ad and you did?"
She was still blushing. "I didn't think of that. He didn't think I would do it, so this is different."
I thought to myself that she was straining the logic, but who was I to complain. "Why don't you believe in hypnosis?"
"It doesn't seem possible for one person to be able to control the mind of another person without drugs? Also, I wouldn't want someone controlling me"
"My experiments are designed to take such thinking into consideration. Will you at least keep an open mind while we explore what we will do? How about you, Cheryl, since you are here will you participate in the discussion. I will pay both of you $25.00 per hour for your time participating in the experiment?"
Cheryl seemed surprised to be included. She was wearing tight jeans and a sweater. She didn't have any spare flesh. Her breasts were small and appeared very firm. It seemed like she was not wearing and didn't need a bra. She tilted her head to the left as she answered. In her deep sultry voice. "If you want me to participate, I will."
This young woman was not one to waste words.
"What do you think about hypnosis? "
"I think its real. That's one of the reasons I came along. I am always tense and I thought it might help if I get hypnotized. "
This was my break. I was fairly sure that a motivated Cheryl would be a good subject which would convince Sybil that it worked. Manny times I had used that technique to hypnotize an unwilling participant. A form of peer pressure.
"Girls, I will call you girls, because I am old enough to be your grand father." That to advance my gaining their confidence. "Is that all right?" They both giggled and nodded yes.
"All right, girls, you do know that the subject of the investigation is sex?" Again they both nodded yes. This time they were not giggling.
"How old are you girls?"
"Nineteen." They answered in unison. All that beauty in such young packages.
"What we will do now is what I call light hypnosis, to explore your ability to be good subjects. Sybil are you willing to do this?" She looked over at Cheryl. Cheryl seemed to be trying to get Sybil to go along. Sybil looked very unsure.
"I don't know, Mr. Lawrence. I really shouldn't do this. It would just be wasting your time."
"Sybil, let me be the judge of that. I am sure you will enjoy the experience. (I knew I would)."
"Mr. Lawrence are you sure that I will not inconvenience you?"
"I am sure."
"Will it cause me any problems? If I can be hypnotized does it mean I have a weak mind?"
"On the contrary, weak minded people make poor subjects. The stronger the mind, the better the subject. I have allowed the time for you and I hate to waste time. "
"You won't be disappointed if I don't get hypnotized?"
"No, I will not be disappointed?" I lied on that one.
"All right, I will do it. Just don't be disappointed."
"Cheryl you have already indicated an interest so I won't have to ask you?" She nodded.
"I have a release that you both must sign. It says that you agree that you may be hypnotized and that you understand that the subject of the research is sex. It further says that you are not depressed or know of any way that you are mentally impaired. Do you both agree?" They nodded their heads. I handed them the releases.
"You should read them." Sybil started to read her's and Cheryl just glanced at the release and signed it. It took Sybil five minutes to read it. "What does this mean where it says that I will not hold you responsible for any personality changes that I may attribute to the experience?"
"I don't know you and what your personality is like. You could leave here and decide that you have developed a personality flaw and it is my fault. I want you to understand you can't do that."
"Will I develop personality flaws because of my experience here?"
She was beginning to believe in the process. Everything I did was designed to make the subjects into believers. "I thought you said you didn't believe in hypnosis?"
"I don't, but you never know." That was the truth. "Can I wait to see what happens with Cheryl?"
"Sure, we'll start with Cheryl. Cheryl come stand in front of me?" I wanted to hypnotize her quickly and dramatically to leave an impression on Sybil. Sybil was watching very closely. I spoke very firmly and authoritatively.
"Make your body stiff. Very stiff." I put my hands on her shoulders and tipped her backwards. When I tell you your body will go limp and you will be in a deep trance. Now!" Her body went limp and I swooped her into my arms. She was completely limp. I carried her to my couch and laid her down.
Sybil was watching with wide eyes. She would not be so easy. I did not try to test the depth of trance on Cheryl. "Cheryl. When I count to three you will wake up feeling refreshed, relaxed and wonderful. When I tell you, you will go back into a deeper trance. One, two, three." Cheryl opened her eyes and smiled and stretched.
"Sybil it is your turn. Did you sign the release?"
"Cheryl, how do you feel?" Sybil looked anxiously at Cheryl as she spoke.
"Oh, Sybil I feel terrific. I have never felt so relaxed. You should do it!"
"Oh, all right, I'll do it." She took the release and signed it.
Sybil was looking like a doe caught in the headlights. Her eyes were wide and lips were quivering. I could easily lose her with the slightest misstep. "Sybil, put your head back and close your eyes. Picture yourself floating. You are floating in the clouds. Take a deep breath. Deeper, hold it! You can feel yourself falling through the clouds. Can you feel yourself floating down?"
I held my breath. This was a first test. She nodded her head yes. Not a terrific response but substantially better than nothing or worse no. "I am going to count slowly. With each number I want you to take a very deep breath and hold it. You will exhale when I tell you. With each breath your trance will get deeper." I wanted to increase her carbon dioxide and decease her oxygen. That would ad to her disorientation and make her more susceptible. It appeared to be working. I waited several seconds between each breath. She continued to follow instructions. I kept it up for almost ten minutes. While I was attempting to get control of Sybil, I turned to Cheryl. "Cheryl, sleep!" She sighed and collapsed backwards like a sack of flour.
When I was satisfied that Sybil was truly in a trance I deepened her trance. "Now your body is rising, rising, your body is floating higher and higher. As you float higher your trance deepens. Your whole body is limp and you cannot move. As much as you try you cannot move."
I thought I saw a slight attempt to try and move. Now for the big test. "I am going to wake you. You will not remember being hypnotized. You will only remember coming into my office. You will not remember Cheryl being hypnotized. When you wake you will ask me if you could try this another time. You are not in the mood. When ever I hold your left hand with my left hand you will go into an even deeper trance."
