More Power Of Suggestion 1
This is not a 'hard-core,' mind control story, no mindless zombie like scenarios with some helpless woman being made to do something she would never want to do. Just a little light hypnosis to help influence a wonderful sensual woman into doing something she may well have done anyway. Perhaps a little reluctantly to begin with, but the gentle helping hand of hypnotic suggestion helped to break the ice and lead her in the right direction.
I was surprised by how well my first 'Power Of Suggestion.' story about the seduction of Harriet through hypnosis was received. It seems you liked my story about being a stage hypnotist. There were other women before Harriet of course, but now that I'm with her, I'm behaving myself. I think she's worth it, a very special woman, but this is a mini 'Power Of Suggestion,' series and will tell about my earlier career, and the fun I had back then before I met Harriet.
First of all, I'm a musician. I sing and play guitar, and I mean to a professional level. I was pretty good at what I did to the extent that I was playing cabaret clubs and small theatres on a regular basis, which is where I met in with Charlie Sanderson. We kept meeting in various stage shows in clubs and theatres over the course of a few months, and though he was much older than me, we struck up what you might call a professional friendship. We got on well, and respected each other professionally.
He was what's known in the business as a 'Stage hypnotist,' and had an act based on getting volunteers from the audience to do silly things on stage. He was really good at it, and was always busy. He also had a treasure chest of amusing stories, and would often tell me about the old days when he used to appear in 'music hall,' shows all over the country. Music Hall is the UK equivalent of 'vaudeville,' for my American readers.
He'd met all the 'greats,' of British showbiz over the years, and in our dressing rooms backstage would regale me with stories of what the 'stars,' were really like. 'Terrible boozer,' he said about a particular star, 'always drunk,' or of another, 'a right bastard, used to slap his wife around.' Then, of a female star of the day, 'oh, she was a right little madam. Everyone thought she was little miss sweet and innocent, but she couldn't keep her legs closed.' A sly little smile at that one as if remembering her fondly, 'she was always very nice to me, every time I met her.'
One night after the show was over, he asked if I'd like to work with him. He said he was getting a bit old for driving around the countryside on his own, and he needed someone to share the driving, set up his sound equipment at the venues, smaller clubs, etc, where they didn't have their own sound systems. I could still sing and play, he suggested, basically doing maybe a 20 minute warm-up act before the main part of the show, his hypnotist act. I'd be his stage manager/sound man/driver/support act.
He also added that he'd teach me his act, so when he retired a few years down the line, I could take it over if I wanted to. I gave it a bit of thought for a couple of days and decided to accept his offer, and so I became an apprentice hypnotist amongst other things. It was another string to my bow, and in show business, the more you have to offer, the more you have to sell, and if it didn't work out I could always revert to music as my main stage activity.
Over the next few months he taught me various things about hypnotism which I soaked up like rain in the desert. The whole thing was great fun as well as educational. Night after night I'd lead volunteers onstage, he'd hypnotise them, and they'd do really ludicrous things in front of other audience members and their friends. Everybody laughed along with the jokes, determined to have a good time, delighted at the idiocy of their friends.
For me, one of the best parts was meeting a lot of women, sometimes single, sometimes married. It didn't matter to me. I was in their town or city for a few days only, and then I'd be gone again. Often hundreds of miles away by the next evening, in another town playing to another audience.
I'd always make sure to pick a few attractive women from the audience volunteers with an eye to maybe something more interesting happening after the show. After all, these women represented for me a possible chance to 'get lucky,' sexually. I avoided the younger ones, because I didn't want the chance of any repercussions. I was more inclined to go for the late twenties, thirties, and early forties age wise. Women who were established, confident, a bit more sophisticated sex wise.
After they had taken part in our stage show, I'd engage them in conversation. They were already susceptible to the power of suggestion, and I found it remarkably easy to put them back 'under,' again. I didn't try to turn them into raving nymphomaniacs or anything like that, I just suggested that they should kiss me goodbye very passionately when I said the words, 'goodbye.' Something that we might say quite naturally. In their case, when I thanked them after taking them out of hypnosis and said, 'goodbye,' they would have an overwhelming urge to come into my arms and kiss me. That would lead to my hotel bedroom, or even a dressing room fuck backstage, or both.
However, my first seduction when I took the job as Charlie's assistant didn't come from our stage shows, but from the hotel we were staying in. We had three shows in the same area, and rather than change hotels we were booked into the same hotel for three nights. It meant we had to travel about ten miles for one of the shows, but the other two were in the same area a few miles apart, just different venues in the same small city. Charlie had always stayed at the same hotel when he was in the area, and knew the people who owned it very well. It was a small, family run hotel, about fifteen rooms in total, and that's where I met Sally.
She was the hotel receptionist/administrator, so as well as her reception duties, she answered the phone, handling bookings, and generally kept things running smoothly. She already had all our relevant details, the woman was very efficient, as well as very beautiful.
I noticed her straight away when we booked in, mainly because she was so attractive and she gave us a gorgeous smile. About five foot seven inches tall, shoulder length dark hair, which framed a delightful heart shaped face. Dark brown eyes, a small, cute nose and a full lipped mouth that just begged to be kissed... or something.
A killer figure, not in-your-face busty, but there was obviously something worth seeing there, around 34 B or small C I thought with a quick estimate. Slim hips, great legs, which I didn't see initially since she was behind the reception desk, but saw minutes later when, keys in hand she came out from behind the desk to show us to our rooms. This was a small hotel, so everybody multi-tasked and did whatever was necessary.
I was very attracted by her, even more so as I admired her great legs and gorgeous arse as we followed her along the corridor to our rooms. She had a delightful sway to her hips as she walked; her arse was definitely an eye magnet for me. She turned as she reached the first room and caught me looking, but just smiled.
'This is your room, Mr Sanderson,' she smiled at Charlie, and opening the door led us in. She pointed out the various features, ensuite bathroom/shower room, tea making facilities, etc, but Charlie had been here before and already knew it all.
'You're a couple of doors up,' she smiled at me, and leaving Charlie to settle in, she led me further up the corridor, and went through the same routine with me at my room. There was a King Size bed in the room.
