Many people fantasize about being or having a sex slave. Hypnosis makes it possible. Inhibitions disappear and unconscious desire takes over. This is a story about such an event.
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I belonged to a bowling league in the center of the city. It was a scratch league where high bets were very common. We were in the third game and our team was up by thirty pins in the eighth frame. Our team had bet the other team $1000 on the series. This was in addition to league winnings. I had just finished throwing my fourth strike in a row (to much cheering or complaints, the beer had flowed freely).
When I sat down the captain of the opposing team moved next to me and said: "Mike, I need to talk to you quickly and privately."
"Sure Charlie, what's the problem?"
Charlie waived me into a corner of the adjoining bar. "Mike, I'm supposed to have the stake. I don't have it."
"Charlie, you can't do that. You'll be drummed out of the league and . . . " I trailed off. The consequences of not having a thousand dollars that you were supposed to have in this league could be severe.
"What do you want me to do?" Charlie and I were friends for many years. His wife, Susan, was a beautiful school teacher I had dreamed about for the last six years. Charlie was a cutup who always had been popular, even though he obviously had problems with his liquor.
"You know the team had a kiddy and I keep track of it."
"And?"
"Well, I was laid off of my job. I had this hot stock tip and shorted Amazon.com. It went up four points and I lost everything. I don't know what to do. I was sure we would win today and I would have another week to cover."
"How much are you behind?"
"The kiddy had four grand."
"Charlie you are crazy. What did you think you were doing?"
He hung his head. "I don't know. I didn't think."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Can you cover me? Could you lend me four grand? I'll pay it back."
I looked at Charlie. He was almost in tears. "How Charlie? Without a job, how are you going to pay back four thousand dollars? What does Susan know?"
"She knows I lost my job, nothing else."
I looked over to the lanes. Charlie was up. "Charlie, go bowl. I will cover tonight. We will talk about the rest."
We finished out. I struck out and bowled a 279. I was quite pleased with my game and didn't think about Charlie till after the game. We won.
"Fellows, Charlie has given me the $1000 by check. Do you want my check or do you want me to carry it over to next week?" Everybody agreed to carry it over to next week. Everyone started for the bar.
"Hey guys, Charlie and I have some unfinished business, we'll see you next week."
I took Charlie by the arm and led him to my car. I had a Mercedes S500 in the parking lot.
"Now what, Charlie?" Over the years I had rescued Charlie from several situations. Since he had married Susan, it had not been necessary.
"What do you want me to do? Will you cover the other three grand?"
"Charlie, I am not your parent. You have to cover your own mistakes. How is your wife taking your lost job?"
"I told her that I made a killing in the market and we wouldn't have to worry for at least three months. Web page design isn't as hot as it was last year. They fucked with my designs and hurt my reputation. Susie doesn't know any of that. I love that broad. She treats me real nice except our sex could be better." Charlie was starting to blubber.
I had an idea. I was a very accomplished hypnotist and had hypnotized Charlie and Susie at a party five years ago. They were both good subjects. "Charlie, I am researching a new book. If you and Sue help me with my research, I will give you the four grand and another five thousand."
"What is the book going to be about?"
"Making your spouse into a sex slave."
Charlie stared at me with his chin hanging. "You are shitting me?"
"No I am serious. A friend is a publisher and he asked me if I could come up with a good book that combined sex, hypnosis, seduction and a master subject relationship. I told him I thought I could do it. That was last week. Your situation is just fortuitous."
"I'll do anything, but what about Sue? What do you need from her?"
"She has to agree to cooperate. That all of the information I gather will be used in a book and she agrees and that I can hypnotize her and you and both of you will cooperate and release me from any claims you may have been resulting from my hypnotizing the two of you."
"What kind of things are you going to do?"
"Charlie, I'm not going to tell you. That would compromise the book."
"What do I tell Sue?"
"Tell her the truth. Tell her that you have financial problems and I said I will help. Tell her it's important that she cooperate. Tell her that she will have to sign a release. Tell her that a byproduct of my research is that it should improve your sex."
"How the fuck are you going to do that? And, how the hell am I going to get her to agree?"
"Charlie, invite me over to the house tomorrow evening and I will see if Susan will agree. If she doesn't, you will not owe me the thousand dollars."
"Mike. I need the money."
"Charlie, invite me over tomorrow."
"I'll call you at the office. I have to talk with Sue."
I was in the office by nine o'clock. Early for me. I was hoping Charlie would call. I really didn't think he would. He did! "There is a mister Rose on line seven for you."
"Thank you Maria. Charlie, what is the story?"
"Come to our house at eight for dinner. We'll talk."
I arrived at eight sharp. Susan greeted me at the door. I am six feet six and Susie is about five feet three. She reached up and gave me a peck on the cheek. We had one date before she started seeing Charlie ten years ago. I still had very erotic thoughts about little Suzy. She had a wonderful body. Large breasts, a small waist and very athletic. We would see each other occasionally at the gym. I usually went to the gym at nine o'clock. If I had a meeting, I would go as early as six o'clock. On some of those occasions, I would see Suzy. She would be using one of the aerobic machines. I would be using the weight machines. She was in great shape.
"Charlie told me you were coming over and that you might be able to help us financially, but you needed some kind of help too."
She said this as she was leading me into their den. I sat on an over stuffed chair that faced a couch. Charlie and Suzy sat on the couch. It was the kind of couch that pulls out and becomes a double bed. "What has Charlie told you?"
"He said that you were writing a book and needed some research and were willing to pay very well for it. He also told me that he lost money in the market and we desperately need the money. He told me that he didn't know exactly what you wanted, but he hoped I would cooperate. What do you want, Mike?"
I wanted to say, "you." I didn't think that would be a very good idea. "I'm writing a book on sex and hypnosis. I want to use as many real life situations a I can. I won't use real names, but the rest of the story is supposed to be factual. I will hypnotize you and Mike and we will discuss sex and we may act out certain scenarios."
"What do you mean 'act out?'"
"I'll make suggestions and you and Mike will respond to the hypnosis. I can't tell you what will happen. Also, if I told you it would mar the integrity of the session." That was the truth!
"What if I am not a good subject or I don't want to do what you tell me?"
"That will be part of the experiment. If it doesn't work, oh, well!"
"Can you make me do things that I don't want to do?"
"All of the literature says, no." Well, almost all of the literature. "Unless I use drugs and we aren't going to do that."
Charlie broke in, "lets have dinner and we can sit around after dinner and discuss some more, if necessary."
We had dinner. It was very tasty. I don't think any of us paid much attention to it. After dinner, we went back to the den. Suzy was looking unsure of herself. "Mike, I trust you, but this really sounds far out. What are we going to be doing?"