This is the backstory of how the Hypnotist started on his journey. Like my previous story, this is in four parts. Again, some of it is fiction/fantasy and other parts are based on real life experiences. I'll leave it up to you to decide what parts are which.
As always, special thanks to my editor marripetx.
The Hypnotist's Harem - The Prequel
The Origin of the Harem - Part 1
Steve was 27-years-old, living in an upscale university town doing what he loved, coaching college athletes. But, not the egotistical men, no. Steve was coaching the women's teams. Before you jump to conclusions that this is a story about Steve seducing his players - it is not that! When it came to athletics, he was interested in two things: Winning and the prestige that being known as a college coach brought. He wasn't about to jeopardize that with a tumble in the sack with some college girl.
Besides, Steve had always preferred the company of an older woman, even during his college days. Now he was working at the university with the ivy-colored walls just down the street from his old private school. There were many women who had been set adrift by their husbands and replaced by a trophy wife. However, they weren't left penniless, as most got the house along with the kids. And Steve feasted on these lovely women like a grizzly during the salmon season.
He was walking through town, just killing time during the off season, when he saw a display in the window of a little store front. It was a spinning wheel with the words "You Can be a Hypnotist" scrawled on it.
Steve had been fascinated by hypnosis, psycho-cybernetics, and visualization ever since he was a junior in high school when he read an article about a Vietnam veteran who described how he kept his sanity as a prisoner of war. It said this man had played 18 or 36 holes of golf a day in his mind. When he went home, with no practice, he had improved his normal score by over 20 strokes. A man who had never shot below 100 strokes for 18 holes shot a 78 - only three over par.
Like most people, Steve's only experience with hypnosis was what he had seen on television or in the movies. He went into the store and met Bill, the owner and resident hypnotist. They discussed those myths surrounding hypnosis from tv and Steve told him about his long-seated interest in hypnosis.
"Could hypnosis help the athletes I coach improve their performance?" he asked.
"If the players want to improve, yes hypnosis could help. And as a bonus, it could help with their focus and recall for test-taking," Bill said.
"I'm starting a new class in two weeks. It's going to be a small class, that way everyone has excellent opportunities to practice."
"Sign me up," Steve said. Bill gave him a manual to help him get acquainted with hypnosis prior to the start of class. He'd always been a fan of being prepared.
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The first day of class arrived and Steve met the other students. There was Mike, the youngest guy of the group whom Steve suspected was just there to try and find a new way to pick up chicks. Then there was Gary, who reminded him of Bob Newhart. The lone female of the group was Carol. She was a few years older than Steve and had designs of starting a hypnotherapy practice.
"Everyone take a seat," Bill said.
Steve made sure to sit directly across from Carol. If he had to take a six hour class for the next five days, he might as well have someone pretty to look at. And Carol herself was a 5'5" brunette, dressed with enough style to show off the best of her mom-body, and with the air conditioning running at full blast, he got the added benefit of seeing her hard nipples to keep him engaged.
The class practiced on each other for the standard relaxation techniques, taking each other into a trance state and bringing them back. Steve always made sure to take the opportunity to work with Carol whenever it presented itself.
One time when they were practicing, he thought he had her nice and deep. He couldn't resist leaning in close and whispering into her ear, "When I bring you back on the count of five, you will tell me I have the nicest eyes you have ever seen."
He counted to five and Carol came back, clearly feeling great. She looked at him and said, "I have to tell you, you have the nicest eyes I've ever seen."
