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I was day dreaming on my computer recently when I received IM from a person who asked about hypnosis. The person enjoyed my audio, it was relaxing. I love when that happens. My best subjects preselect themselves. If someone could get relaxed with a four minute audio they would be a wonderful subject. I was VERY slowly writing my book. It was truly getting tedious. I needed some new experiences to spice it up.
Most of the women who self selected were from Australia to North Carolina. No Southern California. As luck would have it this person was from Southern California. The problem was I couldn’t tell from the name if I had a male or female. I was getting males three to one. Probably reflected the readership of Literotica. I asked.
“Are you male or female?”
“Female.” Oh, good.
“Click on my icon and you will see me.” I didn’t see an icon.
“I don’t see any icon. Email me your picture.”
She did. She was really cute. Blonde and sweet looking. I emailed her and suggested we could meet and I would tell her about hypnosis. We both had AOL so I could tell when she read her email. She never did. Finally, I IM’d her and suggested we meet. She said, “How do I know I can trust you?”
Good question. I told her I was sixty five and harmless. I was a successful businessman with a web page that had a picture and telephone number. I asked her how old *she* was. She responded eighteen. Terrific! A little younger than I like. But, I couldn’t be choosey.
I IM’d back. “This is too difficult. Call me in my office.” That would build credibility and enable me to be more persuasive. She IM’d that she would do that.
Two weeks went by without a response and I put it out of my mind. Fun stuff, but life goes on. Then on a Tuesday afternoon I got a call. “Mr. Lawrence, there is a woman named Kat on the telephone for you. She won’t give me any more information.”
I didn’t know who Kat was, but what the hell.
“Hello, is this Mr. Lawrence?”
“Yes.”
“I’m Kat. You sent me an IM suggesting I call you.”
It was the eighteen year old cutie that wanted to be hypnotized! “What can I do for you?”
“Well, you said to call and here I am. Now what?”
“Where are you calling from?”
“School.”
“Where is school?”
“Santa Monica City Collage.”
“What are you studying?”
“Nursing.”
“Where would you like to meet? I have a condo in Westwood. Would that work?”
“Sure. Can I bring a friend?”
“Absolutely. Male or female?”
She laughed. Her laugh was fun to listen to. It was low pitched and melodic. “Female. Is that okay?”
She almost purred when she said that. “I’m sure you already figured out that would be fine.”
“Okay when and where?”
“My condo is on Hilgard, 706 Hilgard, second floor. Can you do it at five today?”
“Sure, my friend’s mane is Allison, I’m Kat. We’ll see you at five.”
I finished my business and told Jennifer that I was leaving for the day. I called Sally, my wife, and told her that I would be late tonight. I went to the condo and straightened up. I had a cleaning service that came in once a month. It was almost a month. I hadn’t used the apartment in almost two months. My son was using it and he wasn’t very neat. I had called him and told him I was letting a friend use the apartment tonight.
“Okay Dad, I’ll stay away. I’ll see you later.” We gave each other a lot of space.
Five minutes after five there was a knock at the door. There were two very cute young ladies. I recognized Kat from her picture. She was five feet, six inches tall and shaped nicely. Her blonde hair was piled on top of her head. Not voluptuous, but desirable looking. Small, nicely shaped breasts and full hips attached to shapely legs. “Mr. Lawrence, I recognize you from your web page, I’m Kat and this is Allison.”
Allison was a little taller than Kat and more shapely. She was brunette. Bigger breasts and fuller figure. She put her hand out.
“How do you do?”
Her voice was contralto. Very sexy. Her hand was firm, warm and dry.
“This is a casual setting, why don’t you call me Mike. Did you want to be hypnotized, also?”
“No, I came along as a chaperone and to watch.”
“Are you interested in hypnosis?”
“Yes. I don’t think it’s real. I think the stories are exaggerated. Have you been doing it long?”
“Oh, about forty eight years.”
She stared at me. I’m 6' 4" tall and very well built. I don’t look nearly my age. “That’s longer than my mother’s been alive.”
Kat was watching all of this. I turned to her. “Kat, should we get started? Why don’t the two of you come into my den. Sit here on the couch. Allison you can sit next to her, if you want. Make her feel secure.” The better to hypnotize you, my dear (I thought.)
They took my suggestion and sat down. It is a leather couch with lots of stuffing. The young women sank into it. It hugged their bodies so they were comfortable while being cuddled by the couch. The effect was people sitting in the couch don’t feel like moving. They sat there and luxuriated.
“Kat, close your eyes.” She did. “Let your entire body relax, completely relaxed.”
She was already in a deep trance. She was hypnotizing her self. She had already succumbed to the audio, she was conditioned. Allison was looking very comfortable. I started giving instructions without using a name.
“Your head is getting very heavy, its hard to keep it up. You feel your head falling forward, falling, falling. Your head is now on your chest.”
Both girls were now sitting with their chins on their chests. I continued to deepen the trances. I tested the depth of trance for Allison and was pleased that she self described her trance as being 89 out of 100. Kat was a 95. I had them imagine a hypnotism thermometer with a maximum temperature of 100 and a minimum temperature of 0. Anything over eighty was usually enough for almost anything. The next thing I wanted to test was their memory for what happened.
“When I count to ten you will wake, feeling absolutely terrific. When I snap my fingers you will immediately go into an even deeper trance.”
I counted to ten. They both opened their eyes. Allison spoke first. “This couch is certainly relaxing. When are you going to try to hypnotize Kat?”
Kat was just sitting there. Her eyes were open and she was looking around. Not a word. She looked at Allison as she spoke. “I feel weird. Something happened.”
I snapped my fingers. I didn’t want that conversation going anywhere. Clearly there was no active memory of what happened. I would talk to Kat while she was under. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do with Allison. Both girls sank back into the couch.
“Kat, I am pleased you are here. Why did you contact me?”
“I liked the way your audio made me feel.”
“Did you feel like you wanted more of that feeling?”
“Yes.”
“Are you a virgin?”
“No.”
“Tell me about it.”
She was talking in a flat unemotional way. “It was in the back seat of my boyfriend’s car. It was very quick. It hurt and was no fun.”
“Have you had sex since?”
“We have made out, but I won’t let him go any further.”
“Do you use any birth control methods?”
“Yes, I take the pill.”
“Why?”
