Stanley knew what he wanted and just when and how he wanted it. He had very little patience for people who were incompetent.
His wife Alice, a rather meek, submissive woman, had learned to say how high, when he said jump and what color, when he said shit.
She knew that any excuses or mistakes were simply unacceptable. She was, in fact his slave.
They had been married for five years and she had never, during that period, ever denied him any request no matter how outrageous.
She had come to accept the fact that his word was law. In the beginning she had put up some resistance but he soon beat that out of her. He never hit her. He didn't need to. Just by changing the tone of his voice would cause her to do a one-eighty and comply with his wishes.
Alice was 34 and was quite attractive with a sexy figure. Stanley, however, never let anyone see this side of her. He made her wear unflattering clothing, no makeup and a mousey-brown lack-luster hair do.
Not that he ever took her anywhere anyway. He kept her at home and out of sight. He even refused to let her family or friends visit. Slowly she had come to accept this as normal and meekly complied.
Their sex life was all about his needs. She, as his sex slave, pleased him in every way and anyway he wished. She herself had never experienced an orgasm with his four inch penis. She was a virgin when they married and had never experienced another man.
He did not allow her to watch television because he knew that with all that woman's liberation shit on TV could give her the wrong ideas. She had a couple of romance novels carefully hidden away that she would read over and over, dreaming of a life she had never known.
One day, Stanley told her that his company was having a Christmas party at a local nightclub and he was being considered again, for a management position and was expected to attend with his wife.
Alice could not believe her ears! They were going out to a nightclub. It was like Cinderella being invited to the ball! "Oh my goodness!" she thought to herself, "I have nothing to wear, my hair, what should I do?"
After posing the question to her husband, he replied, "Don't worry, just wear your best dress and put a little lipstick on. Nobody will be looking at you anyway."
The night of the party, Stanley decided to go with the guys after work to club and get a head start on the drinking. He told Alice to take a bus and meet him there at eight.
Alice put on a simple dress, put a dab of lipstick on her face and left to take the bus at 7pm to allow enough time to get there by eight. She didn't want to upset Stanley by being late.
After waiting for some time, at the bus stop, a man in a new Lexus pulled up to the light next to the bus bench. He looked at Alice and smiled. "Excuse me madam but you look like you need a lift." He said in a calm, deep voice.
Alice never talked to strangers but she was worried about being late. She had been waiting for the bus for forty-five minutes and knew she could not get to the club in fifteen minutes.
"Please sir," She replied, "I'm supposed to meet my husband for his office Christmas party at the Blue Rose Club at eight and I am afraid the buses have stopped running!"
"Well this must be your lucky day," The man replied, "I am part of the entertainment tonight at the Blue Rose; allow me to drive you there."
Alice, nervously got into the car, put on her seat belt and thanked the handsome man who had come to her rescue. She studied his face while he drove. He had huge dark commanding eyes, salt and pepper hair and was dark complected.
"You mentioned being an entertainer, are you a singer?" Alice inquired.
"No, I couldn't carry a tune in a wheel barrel," He replied, "I'm a hypnotist."
"A hypnotist!" Alice exclaimed, "Does that stuff really work? I thought it was all phony and rehearsed like wrestling?"
The man controlled his anger and said, "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Professor Stern, hypnotist, clairvoyant, and mystic. I can read your mind, predict your future and put you completely under my power. Hypnotism not only works, it can be a marvelous tool for therapy. I have helped hundreds, no thousands of people over the years."
"Just how does it help people?" Alice asked.
"Simple, it allows me to go into your mind, see what your problems are and fix them.' He answered.
"My husband could sure use your help," Alice stated. "He is so pushy. He has to have everything his way. He is up for a management position at work, but I'm afraid that his uncompromising attitude would cause him to be passed over again, like it always has before."
"Very interesting," Professor Stern said. "I think I may be able to help him. I will try to put him under during my act tonight. Sometimes when I do group hypnosis, a few of the audience become hypnotized along with the group. If he does, I will plant a post-hypnotic word in his head that only you and I will know, then, later, when you and he are at home, all you have to do is say this word and he will be hypnotized again and you can then give him suggestions to improve his disposition."
"Do you mean that all I have to do is say the word and he will be under my power?" Alice asked in amazement.
"That's right, and I am sure that a sweet person like yourself would never take advantage of the situation, would you my dear?" The professor asked.
"Of course not" Alice replied quickly, but already the wheels were turning in her mind.
They arrived at the Blue Rose a few minutes after eight. Professor Stern told Alice, if their plan worked, the word he would use would be "Asbestos". It had to be a word that would not normally come up in the conversation. He then left Alice and went around to the stage entrance.
Alice walked into the club and looked for her husband. She finally saw him, or rather heard him across the room talking to his buddies. He already sounded pretty high. "Where's my fucking old' lady, she'd better get here soon or she's in big trouble!" He said, slurring his words.
Alice quickly went to his table and said, "I'm sorry dear, the buses were running slow tonight." She didn't dare tell his she caught a ride with a strange man.
"Ok, ok," He replied, "Just sit down and shut up, the show's about to begin. They have some kind of hypno-guy, if you can't believe in that crap."
"Good evening, employees of the Darrell Paper Company," The announcer said, "and welcome to the Blue Rose. It is our pleasure to provide you with some entertainment for your Christmas Party tonight. For our first act, I would like to present that amazing, Hypnotist, Mind Reader and Predictor of the Future, let's give a big hand for, "Professor Stern, ladies and gentlemen!"
Professor Stern walked out on the stage dressed in a tuxedo and cape. He was accompanied by his pretty assistant, a young lady, about twenty, wearing a very revealing costume.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I know some of you may be skeptical regarding my abilities, but I hope to prove to you, over the next thirty minutes that everything I do, is completely honest and real!" The professor said.
"For my first demonstration, I would like six volunteers from the audience, especially the non-believers to come up on the stage. Not everyone can be hypnotized, but I have found that skeptics are usually the easiest ones to put under." The professor said with a smile.
Stanley, being very skeptical, and a little drunk, was one of the first to raise his hand. The professor, seeing he was sitting with Alice, quickly accepted him along with five others, who were then lined up across the stage.
The professor then said, "Ladies and gentlemen. I must ask for your complete cooperation. Please be very quiet as not to distract our brave volunteers. I would also like to have the lights dimmed just a bit. Thank you. Now I would like you all to relax. Just listen to the sound of my voice."
"You are all feeling very relaxed." The professor said in his deep soothing voice. "All the tensions you are feel ing your bodies are going away. You are feeling a little sleepy. Your breathing is slowing down. Your eyelids are becoming heavier. All you can hear is the sound of my voice. You are starting to fall asleep. You can hardly keep your eyes open. Your eyelids are getting heavier, and heavier. They are closing now. You are asleep but can still hear my voice."
Professor Stern continued. "You feel wonderful and completely relaxed. Those of you who are asleep take one step forward. Five of the six volunteers, including Stanley stepped forward. A slight snicker came from the audience but the professor held his finger to his lips, to quiet them. The volunteer who did not fall asleep was excused and sent back to his table.
Alice was astonished at how easy, Stanley was hypnotized. The profession winked at Alice and went over to Stanley and whispered some words in his ear. He then addressed the group and told them that they were Christmas Carolers and they were there to sing songs. He then told them that if was very warm on stage and recommended they take off their pants, skirts, shirts and blouses to be more comfortable. He then cautioned the audience to remain quiet. He then led them in the tune "Jingle Bells", after which the audience applauded and laughed. Several cameras were clicking to record the moment.
He then had them redress and told them. "I am going to count back from ten. When you wake up, you will feel refreshed and awake. You will not remember anything that happened and will return to your tables. 10-9-8-7-6, you are starting to wake up, 5-4-3-2-1."
