This story is a sequel to my time with Katrina. It is suggested that you read that tale prior to starting this one.
MY TIME WITH IRENA
I
Nine years have elapsed since I graduated from Cornell and ten since I had been under Katrina's hypnotic thumb. I had let her hypnotize me during my junior year and had moved in with her for some eight weeks shortly thereafter, probably not of my own free will. During that time she had played out many games with me as her willing, if beguiled, subject. At the end she was using handcuffs in conjunction with her hypnosis to strengthen her hold over me and to allow another to easily take control of me. I always had the feeling she was preparing me for a visit from her sister, Irena, who then was a junior at Boston College and was due to visit during spring break. But Katrina had died in a tragic automobile accident just prior to the vacation and I had taken that opportunity to move out and go home for the ten days. When I returned to school, I moved back to the fraternity and finished my degree without incident.
For the last nine years I've been working at one of the largest insurance companies headquartered in Hartford. I have a nice apartment there and am the youngest Branch Head in the Human Resources Department. I'm also working part time on my MBA at the West Hartford Branch of the University of Connecticut. I'm between girl friends right now, but the career is working out quite well.
A few weeks ago, one Saturday morning there came a knock on my door. I opened it to find a tall somewhat heavy set woman. She looked familiar, yet...
She said, "Hi, I'm Irena, Katrina's sister." and brushed by me into the apartment. Alarm bells seemed to go off in my head.
"Katrina told me all about you. I somehow expected to find you there when I rushed to Ithaca after the accident, especially since she said you were living together. But I guessed I missed you or something. No one seemed to know where to find you. Anyway, your friend Frank Johnson helped me with the arrangements so it all worked out."
"Well, hello." I said getting a word in through what seemed like her nervous chatter. "Why are you here, especially after all these years?" I looked at her for the first time. She was dressed in knee high smooth black boots, a severe looking black leather skirt, a red blouse with a kind of vest. She carried a large hand bag and over one arm and her coat over the other. Her hair was blonde and cut short. I remembered her from the picture on Katrina's bureau.
"I'll tell you how I came to be here in a bit, but there is something I need to do first. Is there anyone else here in the apartment?" She closed the door and sat in a chair.
"No, we're alone. Well, tell me what you've been doing; did you graduate from BU? You got a boy friend here?"
"No boy friend. The guy I wanted to marry just broke up with me. I got so depressed and angry that I thought I'd just leave Boston and strike out to some place new. You serious or engaged to anyone?"
"No, I'm kind of between women right now."
"You know, Katrina thought highly of you. That's why I wanted to come to Ithaca, to find out who she found so appealing."
"Really." I said, feeling kind of pleased and wary at the same time. She seemed to be getting over her nerves and seemed more sure of herself. "Would you like a drink or something?"
"No, not right now. You know, Katrina sent me a very long letter about you guys but I didn't get to read it then. It got delayed and came in the mail after your friend Frank called about Katrina's death. So when it arrived, I couldn't open anything from her and just threw it in the drawer and forgot about it. It wasn't till a month ago that I found it and read it. It made me want to see you and have you tell me about her, especially after Carl left me. I found out your address through the Cornell alumni office.
"Well, sure. Where would you like me to begin?"
With her back to me, she stood up and walked to the kitchen table, took something from her large purse and laid it down.. It clanked. Then she turned and walked over to me. She directed my gaze to the table. I saw a pair of handcuffs there and the cuff key! Oh No! I instantly remembered the post hypnotic suggestion Katrina practiced over and over again with me! Sure enough, Irena said the first line, "BRING ME THE HANDCUFFS."
It happened just the way it had ten years ago. I went into a kind of semi trance, got the cuffs and brought them to Irena and stood there. Irena whispered in a very quiet voice, "God! It works just as she said. She's actually anchored the hypnosis to the handcuffs that somehow symbolizes his submission!"
I just stood there. I couldn't seem to move. I have to get unstuck.
Then, to me, she said the second though unnecessary line that Katrina always repeated, "WHEN A WOMAN LOCKS YOU IN HANDCUFFS, YOU WILL GO INTO A DEEP HYPNOTIC TRANCE AND CARRY OUT HER ORDERS."
She then put the handcuffs on my wrists. Just before everything went dark, I remember falling to my knees and saying, "How may I serve you?"
"Open your eyes. You are partially entranced, but I am now about to hypnotize you completely and most deeply. I want you to remember this phase and know I am doing it. You do not want to resist, you want to help me hypnotize you. You want to submit to me." (Maybe, I'm not so sure, but I'm stuck.)
"From your seat in this chair, I want you to look at the light on that wall across the room. We will start with your arms and your eyes." (I can hear, should I fight this?)
"Hold your arms out in front of you. Your eyes are tied by invisible threads to the handcuffs on your wrists. As long as your cuffed hands are in the air, you can keep your eyes open. As your arms fall they will pull your eyes closed." ( Damn, I put out my arms, I can't help it.)
"Your arms with those strong handcuffs are feeling heavy, but I want you to keep them in the air a bit longer." (It 's so hard keeping them up.)
"Your arms very heavy now. It's taking all your strength to keep them up." (I hurt from the effort.)
"Your arms are slowly starting to fall and your eyes are starting to close." (I must not give in to her)
"Let your arms sink." (I must not give in to her. I feel my arms begin to slowly rise and my eyes open a bit!)
"You are so tired; your arms will slowly fall." (I must fight.)
"I'm prepared for this. I'm adding more weight to your hands." She reached down and brought up a pair of thumb cuffs! (Where did she get these things?)
"I'm locking these thumb cuffs on you. You are doubly cuffed! Your arms are very, very heavy now."
"Your arms are now sinking and your eyes are closing." (So tired! So heavy!)
"Your arms are sinking." (I'm drifting away....)
"Your eyes are closing." (I'm floating on a cloud. So soft...)
"You are relaxing. You are giving yourself up to me." (It feels so good to float away; I could drift forever.)
"Your arms are almost down."
"Your eyes are almost closed and you are coming into my power."
"You are falling deeper and you are giving yourself to me" (My arms touched my lap; my eyes closed.)
"You are now hypnotized and in my power."
"It feels so good, so safe, so comfortable"