The candle was lit, and Mara was in her bed, just as she'd planned. When she'd asked Michael to help her, being her most trusted friend, he hadn't known how surreal the whole experience would have been. He'd thought it was just going to be an awkward, undoable situation where she would never be able to relax and he would never be able to un-focus on what she was doing, but here they were. The recording had begun to play, and Mara was laying peacefully, her eyes closed, breathing as evenly as her beating heart would let her.
The lighting was soft and very dim - a few candles burned away from the bed, but that was it. Having asked Michael to help her with her session, Mara had been able to light them, knowing he'd be there to make sure they didn't burn anything. Mara, 23 and a gorgeous, tall, thin young woman with a shock of short straight brown hair and gleaming blue eyes, had been harbouring a hypnotism fetish for all her adult life, and Michael, her long time best friend, cute, attractive, tall, muscular, and gay as a whistle, had only found out about it a few years ago. Since then, he'd known but been unable or unwilling to help her with her endeavours into the world of mind control.
At first, it had been fine - she'd look at a few photos or read a few stories and get off easily that way. Then the desire to have it done to her dug deeper and she began to find videos of other women being put under. Then, when they stopped bringing her over the edge, she began personal hypnosis, but she had never been able to let go. She was nervous and timid as it was, and exploring her kink - especially one to do with her mind - frightened her too much.
This was perhaps the tenth time she'd begged him to help her, and he'd finally given in. She told him all about the safety measures - it had a timer by way of the file length, plus an alarm at the end, no triggers, no implants, and was read by a well-renowned woman in the hypnosis world, someone neither of them could possibly end up attracted to if there were any secrets hidden inside, by virtue of Mara being straight and Michael being gay. And so, he'd come around. Now, here he sat, at her desk, a candle beside him, as the gentle swaying rhythm of the seemingly melody-less track floated softly from the speakers by her bed. Mara had told him to leave his phone outside, since any light or noise while she was trying to focus might take her out of it, so he glanced around the room and concentrated on forcing himself not to fidget with anything while he waited for her trance to finish.
He had gone off on a thought-tangent about nothing in particular when he realised that a voice had begun to breathe just above the song. It was a woman's voice, deep and breathy and soft, spoken quietly but close to a quality microphone so that her words were still clear when spoken as she was now. With some surprise, Michael realised he hadn't noticed when she'd begun to speak.
'... Moving up your body, slowly unwinding the knots and tensions in your thighs, slowly releasing the pent up energies inside the muscles there. That's good, you're doing so well, so very well. Now go on to your hips, letting all the tiny muscles there relax and unwind, undoing all the stresses your busy life has put into them recently. Good, good. Yes, let them all float away, leaving you still and light as a feather. That's so good, so very good. On now to your stomach, feeling those tight knots begin to untie one by one, and it feels so good to relax these muscles so deeply and completely, doesn't it? Yes, it does. You can take my word for it, because I speak to help you relax, and you relax by listening to my voice, and by letting all those kinks out one by one...'
God, Michael thought as he listened to her speak, she drivels a lot for a hypnotist. I thought it was supposed to be, "10, 9, 8, blah, blah, click and now you're a chicken, now you're a cumming chicken, click and back to normal thanks for the cash?"
Despite his mockery of the recorded hypnotism session, Michael listened some more, and mentally shrugged as he allowed himself to relax things as she spoke them. He'd had a very long week at the store and his body was full of the aches and pains of working too hard, too fast, too much. He assumed she had gone over the legs and feet, and while she blathered on about being good and relaxed and responsive and slipping into a gentle trance, he focussed instead on relaxing those to catch up. By the time she reached the shoulders, he'd slumped in his chair as the relaxation exercise unclenched his legs and backside, but Mara's chair was comfortable and he found himself lying back in the cushions comfortably enough.
Again, the woman on the tape had rambled on some more.
'That's so good, you're doing so well, listening to closely to my words and letting them guide you towards complete relaxation. You're a good girl, very good. Now let your head relax completely. Let your face fall and your lips hang, allow your eyes to rest and your forehead to uncrease. That's it, so good. So obedient. Relax completely, even the muscles in your scalp and ears, and behind your head where you never pay attention. That's it, every bit of you Is special and requires attention.
'You're so good for giving yourself this attention, aren't you? You're rewarding yourself by letting yourself relax so completely and deeply to my voice, aren't you? Good girl. Good girls get rewards for relaxing. Special rewards. But first, there's one last thing we need to relax. That's right, you know what it is, don't you? You can feel it. You know what I'm going to say. But you trust my voice, because my voice makes you feel so relaxed, and relax so deeply. My voice lets you relax, and relaxing is good. You can trust my voice. You feel so good while you're relaxed, so calm and comfortable and complete while you're relaxed. My voice gives you this complete relaxation. You can trust my voice, because it makes you relax.'
More dribble, Michael thought, stifling a yawn silently. She was putting him to sleep, she was that boring. It was a bit sexist, he thought idly to himself, that she'd call the listener a 'good girl.' She couldn't know if the person listening was a woman or not, could she? Then again, Michael reasoned with himself, he'd always thought of himself as a woman in a man's body. Besides, maybe Mara had downloaded a track just for women. He shrugged mentally. He'd rather be a girl anyways.
'Now, relax your mind. That's it. You know this is the last muscle left, the last bit of tension left in you. It's in your mind, knotted up in the middle there, away from your consciousness but there, always. You can feel it now, can't you? Relax, let it out. Let the stress and tension of thinking go, and relax. Listen to my voice and relax. Let me guide you completely into utter relaxation. Relax your mind, and listen to my voice, my voice as I relax you, relax you into listening to my voice, my voice which relaxes you completely, more and more... Relax into my voice... Relax...'
Despite himself, Michael found himself growing increasingly drowsy. He shook his head, but the action felt dizzying and stiff and distantly he shrugged again, feeling that yawn once more somewhere in his throat. He was tired, he'd been tired when Mara had called and it was late. The relaxation was good and had allowed him to let tiredness creep in - he might as well catch a few while Mara did her thing. He'd wake up if she needed him, he wasn't a heavy sleeper.
The voice continued for a few minutes, intoning the same mantra of