This is not a 'hard-core,' mind control story, no mindless zombie like, helpless woman being made to do something against her will. Just a little light hypnosis to influence a sensual woman into doing something she may well have done anyway. Perhaps a little reluctantly to begin with, but the gentle hand of hypnotic suggestion can help to break the ice and lead her in the right direction.
About six months into my 'apprenticeship,' with Charlie, I met Jane. Somehow when people think of the name Jane, in their minds they add 'plain.' Maybe that's just in the UK of course, I can't speak for the rest of the English speaking world. It's even become an insult, and people refer to some women as a 'plain Jane,' meaning an unremarkable looking woman with connotations of being frumpy and dowdy too.
Well, let me tell you that the Jane I met would blow all that preconceived shit right out of the water. I'll just say that she was beautiful, five foot seven if she was an inch, slim, but with curves where any man (or woman) would want them to be. Nothing too 'in your face,' though, no double D's here, but she looked like she had something worth seeing, and as soon as I saw her, I wanted to see more. She turned out to be clever, very, very intelligent with a great sense of humour, and best of all she seemed totally unaware of just how wonderful she was. She just 'sparkled.'
Her face wasn't perfect, but it was beautiful. Clear sparkling blue eyes that seemed to draw you in when she turned her gaze upon you, a sensual full lipped mouth that you dreamed of kissing, a strong determined chin. Her nose, although not big, was a little on the long side, which actually gave her face some essential 'character,' which true beauty requires, in my opinion. A face that's too perfect can appear very bland, and holds no attraction for me. Her hair was shoulder length, not quite straight, but with just enough curl, and body in it to give her that naturally glamorous look. She was fiercely intelligent, and for me that was the final touch. I love intelligent women, no dumb but beautiful women for me thank you.
I had picked her out from the audience as a 'volunteer,' for our stage hypnosis show, and I know now in retrospect, it was one of the best choices I made over the months I'd been working with Charlie Sanderson, my boss. Charlie, as I've said in previous stories was an amazing hypnotist, a real old time showbiz performer. He knew just about everything there was to know about hypnotism and how to make it work onstage to entertain his audience.
He'd been giving me an intensive course on hypnotism over the months, and I was a very attentive listener, and somehow seemed to soak it up. He said I was a 'natural,' and when he saw my enthusiasm and thirst for knowledge he redoubled his efforts until after a few months he declared that I could most probably run the whole show in his place. Eventually of course that was what happened a couple of years later.
Charlie, unknown to me, had been diagnosed with a terminal illness about six months after I joined him as his assistant. Being older the docs had told him it was not a virulent form of cancer, more a slow progression, so he had plenty of time to put his affairs in order. One part of which, was to hand everything over to me when he finally retired. I inherited his show, his contacts, his theatrical agents, his future bookings, the works, but that was years away at the time of this story..
We came to a mutually agreeable financial settlement as well for me to take over the show. I would pay him ten percent of the takings for the next two years, after which our agreement would end, and the act would be entirely my own. Since he had thousands of pounds worth of bookings in the diary I was happy with it, and we shook hands on it and that was that. No paperwork, just a handshake, a 'gentleman's agreement.'
Just a little more back ground to set the scene for you before we get into the main part of the story. We had been booked to perform at a theatre in a big city in North East England. It was the usual evening show, but this time we were doing what is known in the business as a 'matinee,' show in the afternoon too. These only take place on Saturday afternoons because it's a none working day for most people, and on another day we just wouldn't get the audience.
The added impetus was that the proceeds from the matinee performance was going to a local charity, so we were expecting a big audience, We weren't disappointed and the theatre was almost full to capacity.
Anyway, enough of the scene setting and history of how I became a stage hypnotist, and back to the beautiful Jane, who I had persuaded to get onstage as a volunteer, or a victim, as some people might see it. As I've said before, I always try to get at least two or three attractive women to volunteer.
Everybody in the advertising world knows that 'sex sells,' which is why magazines nearly always have photos of stunningly beautiful women on the cover. Even women prefer to see a good looking woman on the cover of a magazine. It may be aspirational on their part, wanting to look good as the model, or it may be something else, even something sexual on occasion.
Who knows? Does it matter, and who cares, it's a fact. Consequently, I know that a few good looking women onstage makes the appearance of the show more attractive to an audience. Not only that, but it quite often gave a me a very attractive choice of partner for the evening if things went the way I hoped they would.
Jane, by any stretch of the imagination was outstanding. She looked amazing, and from the reaction, cheers and whistles when she got up on stage, the rest of the audience thought so too. She was wearing a very nice sparkly top with a shortish skirt, just above the knee, and high heel shoes, nothing in your face sexy, but with Jane it didn't need to be. She was the, 'sexy,' part of the outfit. The girl was, 'sex on legs.'
Charlie went through his preamble which was designed as a selection process to weed out the less responsive volunteers. Some people just don't want to be hypnotised, and we don't have time to fuck about with them, the show is slick, and fast moving. They are quickly weeded out leaving a core group who are happy to be there, and more easily hypnotised. I was delighted that Jane was selected, because quite naturally I was no different from anybody else in the theatre. I wanted to know her better!
I was looking forward to the sexy part of the show, where Jane would think she wanted to fuck me senseless, and it couldn't come quickly enough for me. Charlie took his volunteers through a series of hilarious scenarios which was going down well with the audience, and then we got to the sex part of the show.
Charlie would have the hypnotised volunteers sitting on chairs across the stage, about ten or twelve of them, and at this part of the show they were all, 'asleep,' although of course they aren't actually sleeping, they are hypnotised and on 'stand-bye,' like your TV, or computer.
He would select a woman, one at a time, and tell them under hypnosis that when he said the word 'handsome,' they would find me irresistible and become desperate to have sex with me. Next he would tell them when he said the word, 'ugly,' they would find me the most disgusting, smelly, and repulsive man they'd ever encountered. Once that was implanted, he would go on to have a seemingly casual conversation with them, asking them if they were okay, were they enjoying the show, etc.
Next he would draw their attention to me, standing a few feet away, and introduce me to them. To the audience of course they just looked normal and were behaving normally, they didn't look zombie-like or any of the pre-conceived notions of the hypnotised. They would acknowledge my presence and smile towards me because it's the perfectly natural thing to do.
