Have you ever wondered about those guys on the midway who have these acts where they hypnotize ten or fifteen people on stage? Make them jump up and down, bark like a dog etcetera. I recently had the opportunity to check out some their claims for myself.
I had written an article in the local rag about phony acts and conmen when the phone rang in my office. A man calling himself "The Great Mesmo" invited me to meet him at his office where he said he could disprove my claim that mass mesmerism was a hoax. Of course I was eager to debunk his claims so I drove down to his office the next day at 10:00 am to meet him. He was a tall gangling man with wide staring eyes. I was sure he cultivated this look because it made him look eerie and unfathomable.
"Mr Adams," he said in a curiously deep and rich voice "how nice of you to spare me some of your time. I read your article. It was quite interesting and in certain aspects, quite accurate. There certainly are a lot of hacks and fakes out there. I realize that hypnotism of people seems incredible, perhaps even scary. And though there are many frauds, it is quite possible and to some practitioners quite simple. However, you will need to see and convince yourself of this. I know you wouldn't believe anything I set up to show you because you would feel that there was collusion. So, you can set up your experiment anyway you want."
"And when can we start?"
"Any time you wish. Right now if you want. I have today free."
"Very well. I think in order to ensure no collusion we should take my car."
"Very good."
I drove round almost randomly for half an hour before I stopped outside a small bar. Inside, we found a table and sat down. Looking around I noticed a man sitting by himself at the bar.
"Do you see the man there, sitting at the bar?"
"The man in the green jacket?"
"Yes. Hypnotize him so that each time someone enters the restroom, he stands up and shouts to that patron 'Have one for me too'."
The Great Mesmo walked over to the man and engaged him in conversation. After several minutes he returned and sat down. The restroom door creaked and the man stood up and declaimed his line and then sat down. There was an embarrassed tittering of laughter from the other patrons. Over the next fifteen minutes he did it five times.
"I think you had better turn him off." I said.
"That won't be necessary he won't say it again." Mesmo said. "Though I'm a little surprised at your test. Usually people want something more indelicate as a demonstration. After all, I could just have paid the guy to do what he just did."
"Well what might I have got you to make him do?"
"Oh, make him take off his pants for example and dance on a table like a stripper. Or approach some good looking woman and have him grab her breasts or some such thing. Something a person would not normally do."
"I thought the theory was that you can't make a person do something he or she doesn't want to."
"In theory that might be true but one can always set the scene such that the subject feels relaxed enough to do what you ask."
"Really?" I asked skeptically.
"Sure, do you see the young twosome over there. Let's watch them for a while and then I think I might be able give you a more convincing demonstration." He said.
The pair were having a lively conversation. The boy occasionally leaned over and kissed the girl passionately, which she plainly enjoyed. After a few moments Mesmo tapped his nose for me and stood up.
He approached the young couple who were presently kissing each other romantically. They appeared to be in their late teens, perhaps early twenties. The girl was approximately 5' 5", neatly dressed and pretty, the boy, handsome and intense. They seemed irritated at first for his interruption but became more relaxed and smiled at him as he stood talking to them. The boy pulled out an extra chair and Mesmo sat with them. The boy leaned back in his chair and Mesmo put his arm around the girl's shoulders and pulled her close. He turned to her and appeared to be whispering in her ear or perhaps nibbling on her ear because she giggled slightly and lay her head on his shoulder while her boyfriend observed them tolerantly. With the girl's head on his shoulders he leaned over and pressed his mouth to the back of her neck then stood up, turned to the girl, put his arms around her, pressed himself tightly against her chest and gave her what seemed like an profoundly intimate kiss before returning.
"Now come with me. Walk slowly and watch what happens when we pass the young couple I was talking to." He said to me.
We got up dropped some money on the table for our drinks and walked slowly towards the door. Passing close by the couple's table. I heard the young man say.
"Well I guess it's time for you to go now Sally you can't keep the man waiting."
Sally smiled at Mesmo shyly, rose and followed us from the bar. We arrived back at the car closely followed by the girl. Mesmo held the door open for Sally and helped her in, followed by Mesmo himself.
"Let's take a drive into the country." Said Mesmo as he turned to Sally. He whispered in her ear and she blushed and drew her shoulders back emphasizing the smooth mounds of her breasts as her chest thrust forward. Mesmo turned his face to hers and kissed her amorously on the lips, capturing her lips in his teeth and putting his hand behind her neck and pulling her commandingly towards him.
I watched and listened to them intently as I drove.
Mesmo leaned over and whispered in her ear. Sally blushed and self-consciously smoothed her blouse over her breasts.
"As I told you in the bar, you have beautiful breasts Sally. Thank you for letting me squeeze them while your boyfriend watched. That shows great trust. I know he liked watching me as I played with them. Do you remember how your nipples became hard and I told you how pleased that made me feel. You were so superb." He said to her softly as he reached his hand out and ran it over her breasts.
"You don't mind me touching them again do you? Remember how you told me it makes you tingle when I fondle them and squeeze them and press my hand against your hard nipples."
I watched her lips quiver as he slowly stroked his hands across her taut blouse and cupped and squeezed her breasts. He whispered to her again and she shyly unbuttoned the top three buttons. Mesmo pulled the blouse open exposing the top of her pert breasts. He ran his fingers across smooth skin and lightly squeezed her breasts through her bra.
"Remember how I told you I would touch your skin? How I stroked your thigh under your skirt. How you asked me to keep it secret so your boyfriend didn't know how my hand was feeling the front of your panties and how excited it made you feel that you were allowing this to happen while your boyfriend was sitting so close to you at the same table and didn't even guess what was going on right beneath his nose."
She blushed prettily and her stiffened nipples pressed against his palms as his hands ran over the satin-like fabric of her bra. He whispered to her and she unfastened the rest of her buttons. Mesmo untucked her blouse from her skirt and pulled it down off her shoulders.
"I wasn't sure you would do this Sally. When you said you would unfasten your blouse for me I should have believed you. Now I know you will keep all your promises to me. You must have really wanted to feel my hands on your breasts didn't you Sally? But you don't like their confinement. They were meant to be free not imprisoned in these silk cages. You want the wind blowing against their nakedness. You want your nipples to stiffen in the cool air but you like it even more when I play with them. You love it when I look at your beautiful breasts and see how you have surrendered their control to me and I have trained your nipples to stiffen for me."
As he talked, he completely removed her blouse and then her bra which he drew from her arms. He kissed her passionately as his hands plucked and caressed her exposed breasts.
"How old are you Sally?"
"Eighteen."
"And your boyfriend?"
"Greg is nineteen."
"Is he good lover?"
"We love each other."
"Yes, but do you make love together. Does Greg feel your tender breasts. Put his hands on your delicate pussy and push his cock inside until you come."
Sally trembled as she replied. "No. We are waiting until we get married."
"But you fantasize about making love don't you Sally?"
"Yes."
"You fantasize about making love, but I don't think it is Greg you picture. You picture someone much more powerful. Someone who pushes you down and forcefully thrusts his cock deep inside you. Someone who makes you disregard whether it is safe or even the possibilities of becoming pregnant because you want your lover inside you so badly. Someone who loves the way you quiver when your breasts are stroked. Someone who enthusiastically fills you with his semen and makes you orgasm. Isn't that so?"
"I... I... suppose so ... yes." She murmured as she drew close to Mesmo and anticipated the contact of his hands against her increasingly sensitive breasts and nipples.
He whispered.
She turned to him and blushed as she said "Blue."
"You were excited when I touched them before and now what I'm doing is so much more intense it makes you dizzy. Is that not right? Show me them now."
Sally pulled up the hem of her short skirt and uncovered her pale blue panties.
"I like how they bulge. They are so cozy around your pretty pussy."
Mesmo cupped her vulva and squeezed amorously.
"Remember when I did this to you in the bar. I think people knew you were letting me do this. I think it made you even more excited that Greg didn't know what I was doing. Everyone in the bar watched as you wriggled under my hand as I got my finger inside your panties and tickled your pussy. Do you feel it now when I do this?"
He squeezed again prompting her hips to hoist up.
"Uhm." She sighed.
"Do you feel the wetness in your panties? The heat building inside? I can feel your wetness building. You are making my fingers wet with your slippery juice."
"Ummmm..."
Mesmo slowly ran two fingers up the seam of her sex, which was plainly visible through her panties and became even more apparent as a wet stain extended along its length when he pressed against it. I could now smell the mounting scent of her lust.
"I could smell your pussy in the bar Sally. Everybody could smell your pussy except Greg. I loved it when you rested your head on my shoulder while I played with your soft furry pussy. Your body was wriggling as I fondled you."
"What are your panties made of." He asked
"I'm not sure."
"It will say on the label. Pull them down a bit so I can read the label."
Sally modestly pulled her panties down a little way exposing part of her furry notch.
