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.
'What do you think of him, do you fancy him?' he would say. Usually of course, they were pretty non-committal, but the answers varied from, 'not my type,' to 'oh yes, I like him,' but the most usual answer was a nonchalant, 'he looks okay.' Not exactly enthusiastic, but that would change dramatically in a moment or two.
'Just okay?' Charlie would repeat, and they'd confirm that with him and Charlie would say something like. 'You know, most women find him irresistible, they want to take him to bed and do very naughty things with him,' he would declare. They would shake their heads and protest they didn't think that at all. Of course that was in front of an audience and it was the natural thing for them to deny it anyway, especially with friends or relatives in the audience.
'So you don't fancy him at all,' he would say, drawing it out a little more and invariably they would deny any attraction.'
'Oh look you've hurt his feelings now,' Charlie would say, getting the audience to give a collective, 'Aaawww,' of sympathy as if they cared about my hurt feelings. The woman would look at me and apologise, while I stood there looking very upset, almost about to cry.
'You see,' Charlie would say, 'he's having trouble getting a girlfriend.' Another 'Aawww,' from the audience. 'Women just don't find him very handsome,' and as soon as he said the trigger word, they would forget Charlie and march the few short steps to where I was. They would gaze adoringly into my eyes, and no matter what I did to fend them off, they would come onto me even stronger.
The would embrace me, holding me in their arms, making it obvious they needed to have sex with me, and they needed it right this instant. The audience thought it was hilarious. I'd look at Charlie for help as I tried to keep them at arm's length, but a woman determined to have sex with me was difficult to deal with. They're stronger than you may think, and they'd be pleading with me, touching me, sometimes what you may call, inappropriately. The audience loved it, and so did I, but I had to pretend I didn't for the comedy value.
'Help,' I'd call out to Charlie as if I was frightened or in distress, which the audience found even funnier still, and finally Charlie would say.
'So you don't think he's ugly anymore?' and the women would turn away from me immediately. The look of sheer disgust on their faces was obvious, and some of them would even hold their noses, nostrils pinched together to keep out the imagined bad smell. He would do this a couple of times, saying 'handsome,' again, and then 'ugly,' again, milking it for all it was worth.
On the night that Jane was onstage he'd already done it with one girl who was a really lovely, attractive woman, and then it was Jane's turn. Charlie set her up beautifully, and when he said the word 'handsome,' she stalked across the stage towards me like a big cat in heat. She came into my arms and tried to kiss me. I almost let her; god knows I wanted to. I tried to push her away for the sake of the act, but I have to admit I didn't try very hard. Her hands were everywhere, and I was loving it, and so were the audience. At the point where I'd called out 'help,' with the previous woman, I changed the script and ad libbed in a loud voice.
'Help! Help! But take your time with this one Charlie,' and the audience burst into laughter. Charlie looked at the audience and did a big dramatic shrug of the shoulders as if he was perplexed at events on the stage and didn't know what to do. More laughter. Charlie cut it short when she tried to unbuckle my belt. It's an adult show folks, but not
