RESOLVING MRS. HALLMAN
I'm a high school student. My name is John. My algebra II teacher, Mrs. Hallman, is an unremarkable middle aged teacher. She is neither pretty nor ugly. But definitely more pretty than ugly. But she has an awesome hot body. I hadn't noticed her body at first, but once I did I couldn't get it out of my mind. She had one of those compact curvy types, somewhat like a gymnast but fuller. She is on the short side. I think maybe she had been a gymnast earlier in life before her boobs got too big or just aged out of it. She was a straightforward no nonsense kind of person. Never really laughed or smiled. She was somewhat stern. It seemed logical that perhaps she was this way because she was disenchanted and unfulfilled.
I could never get a handle on how she felt about me. Sometimes it seemed she liked me and other times despised me. I remember one time I had asked her a question. She came over to my desk and leaned down real low to look at my paper to see what item drew my question. She pressed her breast against my arm in such a way it felt intentional. Then other times she would call me out for something trivial in front of the class, seemingly to embarrass me. I never noticed her doing that to other students. She almost seemed to be picking on me. On my birthday she even announced to the class, "John's birthday is today. He's 18 so I guess he is now a man?" The class burst into laughter. But after class she asked me to stay and said, "I hope I didn't embarrass you to bad John, you are a man now, a very attractive young man. I think you can get anything you want if you just apply yourself," and looked me up and down. I didn't really know what to say, so I just said, "Thank you Mrs. Hallman" and timidly walked out.
Man she was messing with my head. I wasn't doing well in her class and the other guys in the back row were always cutting up. I really needed to improve so one day after class I came to her desk and asked if it would be alright to move to the front row. She seemed very pleased that I had asked, and it was very mature of me. We talked a bit about my performance and how I could improve. I actually think I may have seen a slight smile as I left. So I moved to the front row. I'm not sure if this was an improvement because now I was so much closer, I noticed her body more. The way she would lean back against the desk sometimes right in front of me made me think she was doing it just to tease me. But she never looked at me in those times, which I thought she would if she was indeed teasing me. Whether it was intentional or not I would often get a hard on as I watched her body and the way she moved. I do think I caught her a time or two looking at it, but maybe it was my imagination. But none of this could be true because she began picking on me more. She even sent a letter one day telling my parents that she had to move me to the front row because I was doing so poorly. Damn her, she knew it was me that asked. Why did she do that? It was like she was toying with me. I fantasized that she must be a dominatrix in her private life.
Pretty soon she became an obsession. I didn't know what I was going to do about it. In one way I despised her and in another way I was turned on by her body. And at the same time she seemed to be treating me in the same conflicting way. She would treat me nice, almost fawning over me. Then the next day or two humiliate and embarrass me. It was driving me crazy, what was I going to do? I found myself thinking about it almost all the time, and also noticed it aroused me. I had to find out what were her intentions and why was she doing this. Did she, maybe secretly desire me too?
Then one day I was searching something on the internet and went down one of those rabbit holes and found a website about subliminal messages, and how to persuade with willpower. It's almost like hypnotism in a way but doesn't require hypnosis skills and anyone can do it if you are patient and committed. It will not make someone do something against their will, but it can reveal their will. Also it is so subtle I couldn't get into trouble. It was perfect. So I studied the approach and laid out a plan.
I won't take time to go into great detail about the process, but here are the steps.
Build-Up: Steadily increase pressure.
Dripping Tap: Little and often.
Escalation: Make it more important.
Ganging Up: Bring in other people.
Persistence: Not giving up.
Personal Attack: Provoke arousal.
The Power Gaze: Hold their eyes to account.
Willpower Language: Forceful words that convey will.
The next day I began implementing the process. I went to Mrs. Hallman after class, and said, "I know I need to improve my grade, will you help me?" and used the "power gaze".
She said, "Ok John, how can I help?"
"You should tutor me." I say.
So she agrees, and suggests we meet in her classroom after school. This is great; it will give me more time with her and allow me to implement the steps faster. I won't bore you with the "Build-up" or the 'Dripping Tap', but I continue the process 'escalating' the need for her to help and planting the subliminal message that '
