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 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 can help to break the ice and lead her in the right direction.
My little 'fling,' with Sally the hotel receptionist was a bit out of the ordinary in some ways. Partially because our touring schedule meant we usually stayed for one night only in any town or city. The fact that we had stayed three nights performing at different venues in the same area, and consequently stayed in the same hotel was something exceptional for us. We were more likely to be found travelling on to the next engagement the very next morning.
Because of our hectic travelling lifestyle it meant I had little time to build up any real personal relationships along the way. Our schedule of performances was what was known in the entertainments business as a 'one night stand,' a showbiz phrase which has passed into the general population and has come to mean a casual sexual encounter, and for the most part that's what my sex life became.
It was exciting all right, making love to a different woman every night, or rather every night I managed to, 'get lucky,' but I got lucky a lot. Let's face it, just about any man on the planet would think that sort of scenario was a dream come true, but after a while it all becomes rather shallow and meaningless. Another pussy in another town! Not that I was about to stop taking advantage of what these lovely women had to offer. I'm not exactly that stupid, and I was always very grateful for their generosity. I like to think I added a little bit of excitement to their lives too, even if only for a few hours or so.
I always tried to 'make love,' to these women, make it something a little special. Not just a perfunctory knee-trembler or quick fuck in a club or theatre dressing room. I would invite them back to share a 'night of passion,' in my hotel room whenever I had the chance. I know some guys with similar lifestyles will think I was just plain stupid doing that, well maybe so, but for me it was never just about cutting notches in my bedpost if you'll excuse the expression. It was about making some sort of connection, no matter how brief with a woman who had emotions, hopes, and dreams. A real person, not just a fuck toy.
Right from the start Charlie, my stage hypnotist boss made good use of my relative youth in his show. As well as playing guitar and singing as a 'warm up,' act to the main hypnotism show, part of my job was to bring the volunteers up on stage, organise them, and just generally be onstage to assist in any way I could.
I was just twenty seven years old back then. Five foot eleven inches tall, with a good physique, dark hair, clean shaven, an average nose and mouth, and blue eyes. I'd been described as good looking, but personally I never gave it a second thought. After all, I was just me, nothing out of the ordinary as far as I was concerned. However, Charlie knew he could use that in his stage show, and talked to me about it before he incorporated it into his act.
'I have this idea,' he started, 'let me run it past you and see what you think. You know that part of the show where things get a little sexy?' I nodded, yes I did indeed know that part. 'I've been thinking I could use you as a foil,' he continued, 'an attractive young man for the female participants to focus their attentions on.' He laughed before adding, 'you'd be the man of their dreams for a few moments, and the audience will find it hilarious. What do you think?' I didn't have to think more than a few seconds. I thought it was a great idea.
In show business we're always eager to please and extend ourselves, and we always try to do as much as possible to add to any act. I agreed at once, and so that section was incorporated into the act. From now on I would be an object of lust and desire in the eyes of all the hypnotised women onstage. I thought I could handle some hot women, and sometimes not so hot women lusting after me for a few minutes. I had to pretend that I was reluctant for the comedy purposes, but in truth I wasn't at all reluctant as you can imagine.
I also knew that sometimes 'residual,' echoes of the hypnotic suggestions still remained for a short while. Some of these women may still feel the same at the end of the show, and maybe more easily seduced if I had the notion to do so. With that in mind, I always tried, when selecting the volunteers, to get a few women I found attractive to take part.
Maybe I should explain that particular part of the act so you know what it was all about. Charlie would hypnotise the chosen volunteers, both men and women, and once they were 'under,' he could get them to think and act upon just about anything he told them. At the 'sexy,' section of the act, he would tap the chosen woman on the forehead, and tell her when he said 'handsome,' she would find me the most attractive man she had ever seen, and would want to have sex with me, furthermore he would add, she had never wanted any man as much as she wanted me, and she wanted me now!!
After that they would virtually throw themselves at me sexually, and my job was to try and fend them off, making them all the more desperate. Then he would say a second trigger word which made them think I was the most ugly and repulsive man they'd ever seen, a real stinker. They'd suddenly find this man they were climbing all over and begging for sex was a disgusting nightmare. Of course, the audience loved it.
He never let it go too far, the object was to make the audience laugh, but without making his subjects look ridiculous, or allowing them to do anything they'd be ashamed of later. This was especially true of the part of the act where I was the object of desire. It was a fine line, especially with young, or not so young women trying to attract my attention sexually. Sometimes they would try to show me their feminine assets, or tits as they are more commonly known, but Charlie would immediately give the second command and they'd turn away from me in disgust.
'Great stuff my boy,' Charlie said at the breakfast table next morning after the first time we'd used the new material. 'It still needs a bit of practice, change a little bit here and there, but it's a winner.' I already knew it was a winner because the night before, after the show at our regular 'meet and greet,' where we went into the theatre foyer and mingled with our departing audience, two of those women had spoken to me. They had made it very obvious that they didn't want the night to end just yet, and that's how I met Lisa.
Lisa was really lovely; a woman in her mid to late twenties, the ideal age match for me. About five foot five inches tall, with a nice slim figure, not busty, but nicely in proportion from what I could see. Wearing a shortish dress, the ever popular 'little black dress,' which showed off her figure nicely and her great legs too. She had long dark hair, lovely, sparkly green eyes, with a nice nose and mouth. She had perfect teeth and very elegant hands too., and that's important to me. I notice these things in a woman - very strange I know, but for me they add the finishing touches to complete her level of attractiveness.
'I really don' know what I'm doing here,' she started as we talked in the foyer. 'I never come to anything like this, not quite my cup of tea, but my friend's husband had to work late, and she asked me to accompany her instead. If anyone had told me I'd end up on stage making a fool of myself I'd have laughed at them.'
'Well, however you got here, it makes no difference now. The main thing is did you enjoy the show?' I asked her. She smiled and nodded.
'Funnily enough I did, despite not remembering everything that went on. My friend told me I was amazing and she was quite shocked that the normally shy and introverted me was quite so naughty onstage.'
