Lauren was, is my only real friend from school. For several years we were almost inseparable, as we went through school, and into the sixth form. Often we were referred to as sisters. But we chose different career paths; she went into the military, only to be medically discharged later, after a tragic training accident.
I went to university, got a good degree and a good position in sales, working in London. As we parted, our friend ship, though still strong did drift, as our lives became separated; by distance, circumstances, lifestyle. We kept in touch initially through the use of phones and the old postal system, but slowly as technology improved, email and text...
During my time in London, I became all loved up, with Adrian, but when I was 30, he died tragically in a road accident, leaving me some what distort... However during my time with Adrian, I had acted upon my bi-sexual inclinations, and had become bi-sexual. Not actively in some respects, I did not have the time or inclination to seek loads of one night stands, but with two girls, or rather one girl, one woman, we became not lovers, but friends who shared their affections, fondness more intimately than most.
Several times, as I was making love, sleeping with Jane, or Christina; Lauren would appear in my thoughts; dare I say it; wondered how she was, how I'd like to hold her close as I did, still do with Jane, or Christina.
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When I was at university, I went to see a live hypnosis show, having many years before watched a hypnosis show on Michael Parsons, a chat show I think... The show was very entertaining, and had volunteers who were hypnotised on stage. The entertainer, hypnotist said about a third of the volunteers would not be able to be hypnotised, and he was right. But the show was rather entertaining...
I found myself reading books in a book shop, but upon graduation had never given it any thought until his tragic death.
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As I recovered from his loss, I started to become more pro-active, endeavouring to look forward, to the future, and not dwell on what could have been. Sorting though books, I came across an old book on hypnotism, and re read it. This got me thinking, and soon I was using Google looking for books, and other sources of information. There was a local course being offered, offering no formal qualification but it was ran by a guy who had the ability; the skill, and the students mostly more mature signed up, listening to him, and attempting to practice on each other.
Over a period of months, it became apparent that some people were easier to hypnotise than others, and some just seemed to be impossible to place in to a trance, a state of hypnosis. As well, the style of hypnotism made a difference, some of my colleagues could not place others in a trance, whilst others could, and vice versa.
With time, and practice, I became reasonably proficient, able to hypnotise those on the course, to do simple tasks. We even persuaded one person to give up smoking. But outside the group on the course, I had not had the opportunity, the confidence to practise on anyone else.
Adrian's sister, did a course or two in making jewellery, even did a City & Guild course. One Christmas, she made me something unique, a small pendant, with a fine chain. The pendant was a piece of Amber, one of my favourite colours, encircled in a ring. Whilst not essential, hypnotism can be more successful if the 'patient' has some thing to focus, films often suggest a chain watch, and I developed my own style of hypnosis based on the pendant....
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In addition to attending night school, I also thought about my life, long and hard. I had realised that I had neglected some of my older friends, never making the time to see them, just to email them, text...
As such, I started to contact some old friends more regularly, and slowly the old friendships started to blossom, open out again, and slowly I would occasionally visit them, or they would come to me...
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I had met Lauren at Euston Station, and helping her with her hand luggage, we headed to the tube, and home. As I was waiting, I was reading a book on hypnotism, one borrowed from someone from the night school course. She immediately made some comments before we hugged, kissed each others cheeks, and spent the next few hours talking, catching up on old times....
Lauren had changed from the person I took to the station for her recruit training. When I looked at her walking along the platform, I did not recognise her, initially. Her hair was a dark dirty blonde, with darker brown patches, and well her legs were clad in leather boots, and a skirt, and a light cream V neck top. The top was clingy, emphasising her breasts, and as she got close, I could make out the lace of her bra under the top; my mind briefly went back to those thoughts. That vision surprised me, as at school, she was some what shy, cautious, and always apprehensive regarding the size of her breasts, and the lecherous looks boys, and men would make. As we sat and chatted with coffee, and then wine, I had to make every effort not to gawp, to stare, to be a lecherous male. As I thought of her from the past, she was one always for her bras. Even though she was, still is a fuller cup, and her bras fitted well; her breasts were always firm, full, seemed to defy gravity, and as such she did not need to wear a bra. But she would always wear a bra, or bikini top, even though she did not have to, I was not sure why I realised that, why I had remembered that fact...
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As the afternoon faded into the evening, and our stomachs full, I returned from the kitchen to see Lauren flicking through one of my hypnosis books. In a cynical tone she asked if I believed in it, I simply nodded.
Her response was rather cynical negative as I told her the story, of my interest and the evening class that I attend once a week...
She was taken aback with that, asking the inevitable question have you hypnotised anyone...
Of course nodding, but only my colleagues form the class...
"Interested?" reaching for my pendant, the one that had barely left my neck during those months after his accident.
"Yes" was her reply soft mumbled, the nodding of Lauren's head confirming her whisper.
"Lean back Lauren, relax, forget the world, just focus onto my voice, my pendant, ignore all other thoughts, noises..." speaking in a soft tone, almost a whisper light but audible.
I continued talking softly, as I tried to get her into a trance, an hypnotic state, unsure if she was teasing me, or was really entering that trance like mind; that hypnotic state..
I watched her closely, her breathing softened, slowed down, her eyes seem to lose track, apart from watching the pendant softly swing side to side...
"Please Lauren; lift your right hand up three inches."
I reached down, I could feel my heart pound, my breathing rapid, as I took the flesh from her forearm, and pinched her skin. She remained steadfast, her eyes still watching the pendant. "Oh My" I thought as I realised it; it had happened, despite her skepticism, I had put her into a trance, a hypnotic trance...
I looked down at her, my mind working overtime wondering what I should do, what would be fun, each time my eyes wondered, they would return. To the V of her plunging neckline, her top, Laurens cleavage, and the curves visible.....
"Lauren, during the rest of the evening, you will start to develop an uncomfortable scratch, itch around your breasts, and your back. Slowly the itch will develop, becoming more and more uncomfortable, irritable, annoying..."
"The itch will become more irritable, more annoying, so much that you will remove your bra to remove the cause of the itch...The itch, the scratch that will become unbearable, unbearable, unbearable..."
"You will then enjoy the freedom of being bra-less, your breasts caressing against the silk of your top, your nipples becoming aroused, in part by the constant caress from the silk..."
I checked Lauren's eyes, still focused on the pendant, her voice soft quiet; without emotion.
