It was at our high school graduation that I saw my first hypnosis demonstration. A stage hypnotist duly brought into a trance a group of graduating students. Not all the volunteers mind you, a small group did not go under and they were removed from the group. The remainder though were subjected to the usual demonstrations of his hypnosis which brought the audience to fits of laughter as the entranced group jumped suddenly as if sitting on something hot, or pretended to be skiing down a mountain, or professed their love for an animal of the crowd's choice. All in good fun, although not all the students who had been hypnotized were as amused by the video evidence of their ridiculous behavior.
I was a junior at that time and watched with rapt interest. It seemed to me that anyone who had this kind of power over people could do almost anything they wanted. And I knew exactly what I would do if I could hypnotize people. It would be nice to think I would set about helping people with emotional or additive problems, but I am afraid my mind was a little more wicked than that. I wanted sex. Sex was not something I had a lot of experience with. I was not bad looking – average height, average looks, a good size cock that would have caused many a blush if I could get girls to look at it. No, the problem was I was just not confident. This would all change once I acquired the power.
I set about reading everything I could about hypnosis. Books from the library and anything on line. I was constantly in my room absorbing as much information as I could that my even my parents thought I was becoming an even bigger geek. My 19 year old college freshman sister, Megan, already thought of me as a geek, but my strange behavior brought her to calling me all sorts of geek names. "Get a date Brian," she would say. "Do you want to stay a virgin forever?" Her comments about my virginity gradually got meaner and meaner and began to tease me around the house. "What are you looking at pervert?" Megan would ask as she came out of the bathroom in just a towel. And I could swear the towel was tied to allow me a peek of her nipples. I knew though that I would one day have the last laugh.
I started to make appointments with a hypnotist in our area I found in the yellow pages. I had told him I wanted to become more confident and he walked me through some basic hypnosis, at a fee I could barely afford. I could not recall what he did or me for that matter, but when I left I had a spring in my step. What he did not know though was that I had a pocket audio recorder set to tape and had recorded the entire session. Back in my bedroom I played the tape and listened intently to his commands as he gradually brought me to a trance. A lot of it was by the books and I nearly dell back into a trance. I shook myself out of it and resolved I would not be entranced again. I believed it.
Over the next few weeks I practiced using my voice in the same manner that the hypnotist had used. I was beginning to feel ready. Now the tricky part – to test my developing skill. I wanted this to be Megan but I knew she would never let me hypnotize her. She would be too suspicious. She had been a graduating student at last years party and had seen the demonstration. But fate intervened one night when Megan burst into my room without knocking.
"Where's my Nirvana CD Brian?" she asked looking around the room.
"Probably at your boyfriend's house when you went round to fuck him," I responded, a little unkindly.
"Fuck you Brian."
"You wish."
"You wouldn't know how jackoff".
"Megan, tell me why you really came into my room, without knocking I might add. You could have asked me about the CD any time, and I think you already know where it is, so tell me what you really want. Hoping to catch me naked and see a real cock?"
Megan lowered her eyes and I knew I had struck a nerve. Was my sister a voyeur? "Fuck you Brian," she said coming back to life. "What are you doing here anyway, always in our room. What is that on the computer? Porn again you pervert?"
Megan walked over to my PC. I was going to close down the screen before she could see my hypnosis web pages but something held me back and I decided to let her see it.
"Hypnosis? You trying to hypnotize someone? What sick thing would you make them do you pervert?" Megan tried to sound angry but she was clearly excited, something that didn't go unnoticed by me.
"Not sick you bitch," I replied. "Just a little fun. Who knows, I may be able to make a living on the stage."
"Yeah, right! Don't even think about hypnotizing me."
"C'mon Meg," I said, my voice softening as I talked earnestly to my sister for the first time in a long while. "Don't you have any friends who need to give up smoking or something? Or someone who would just do it for a sport? I need to practice."
"Yeah, like I would let you rape one of my friends while she's in a trance?"
"No," I pleaded. But the same thought was on my mind. "I mean you could be in the room as well to make sure I didn't do anything. That would be safe wouldn't it?"
Megan hesitated. "Mmph," she scoffed. "I would need to be in the room the whole time." She had taken the bait. I would not be able to hypnotize my sister but at least I could practice.
"Yes." I jumped back. "You can stay the whole time. Only you can't say a word. I need quiet."
"You'll owe me big time, you know that?".
"Yes." I knew this was coming. "What's it going to cost?"
"You will do my chores for a month."
"Done," I said, a little too quickly and immediately regretted it.
"And…you will let me say what my friend has to do."
This was asking a lot but I did not have a choice.
"OK," I reluctantly agreed. "But only after I have put her in a trance, and nothing too weird. You may be the one with the sick mind. And only three things and then back to me."
"Agreed". Megan chuckled. She was looking forward to it more than I was.
"Bear in mind this is my first time and I don't know if it will work," I added.
"My little geek virgin brother will make it work". Megan had more confidence than I did.
