Dave was a psychology student, Fiona was his fiancee, a student at the same university, but studying sociology. He had always fantasised about other men seeing her naked, but had never had the opportunity to expose her. Then he had a brilliant idea: instead of trying to expose her 'accidentally', why not get her to expose herself, using hypnotism? This was a subject he'd been studying recently, and was eager to give it a try, although he didn't imagine it working - Fiona was very shy and modest when it came to her body. For instance, she would never wear a bikini, only a one-piece swimsuit.
Fiona reluctantly agreed to be his guinea pig for his studies into hypnotism, but only on the understanding that he didn't make her do anything stupid. She relaxed on the couch and Dave began.
She seemed to be a very good subject, and after only a short while Dave was convinced that she was hypnotised, but to be sure, he instructed her to change into her leotard, and step into the gym for five minutes' stretching exercises. In reality, her leotard he passed to her was imaginary, and the gym was their back garden. He couldn't believe it when she casually walked to the back door, opened it, and stepped out into the garden, naked as a jaybird.
Watching through the large kitchen window, Dave watched Fiona continue to walk casually up the central garden path, with lawn either side of it. Over a low fence separating the two properties, he saw their next-door neighbour on the right side, Doug, working in his garden, as he often did. Doug's mouth dropped as he spotted his the stark naked neighbour. Dave knew that had she been conscious, Fiona would have been mortified that Doug had seen her in any state of undress, least of all nude - she'd been involved in a long-running dispute with the "cantankerous old git" as she called him, about her parking her car with the tyre slightly over his dropped curb.
Dave followed Fiona, and guided her back towards the house. As she complied, he went to have a word with his elderly neighbour, who had his mobile phone blatantly pointing at Fiona, recording her for viewing later. Dave explained that Fiona often sleepwalked, and had been taking a nap.
"You will delete that, won't you?" Dave asked, in a tone that implied he knew he wouldn't.
"Oh, yes. Of course." Doug winked. Dave knew he'd also most likely share it with two other old guys who lived in their street that he regularly socialised with.
Dave followed Fiona back into the house, and instructed her to change back into the normal clothes before seating her back on the sofa. He then proceeded with his plan; in a calm, steady voice, he said "Now, Fiona, whenever I say the phrase IT'S YOUR TURN NOW, wherever you are, you are to perform a striptease for whoever I indicate. Do you understand?"
"Yes" Fiona replied in a soft, monotonous voice.
"Good. And what do you do on hearing the phrase?"
"Take off my clothes."
"That's right. Repeat the phrase to me now,"
"It's your turn now," she responded.
"Very good! Only when you hear the phrase YOUR TURN'S OVER NOW are you to stop being a stripper. Then you must put all of your clothes back on and forget all about your strip. Clear?"
"Clear." Fiona repeated in the same voice.
Dave implanted one last suggestion in Fiona's mind - that she would not consciously remember anything about his instructions afterwards, then bought her back out of her trance.
"I think I must be doing something wrong," Dave said, pretending that he'd not been able to put her under. Luckily, she didn't realise that over half an hour had passed since they started.
"Never mind," Fiona replied. "I just don't think I can be hypnotised. Maybe you should have a go using someone more impressionable."
"Yeah, you're probably right," Dave agreed, suppressing his amusement.
After that day, Dave bided his time, waiting for the opportunity to put his plan into action. It was a turn-on to know that whenever they went out, and wherever they went, he could (hopefully) get her to strip.
One Friday, about five weeks after the hypnotism, Dave and Fiona enjoyed drive out of town for the day. After spending the day walking around shops, hiring a boat out on the river, and so on, they decided to pop into a pub for a drink before setting off home. Inside the pub a stag party appeared to be underway, with a large area of the floor space being occupied by a group of around fifteen men in high spirits, mainly in their mid-twenties, but a couple in their late teens, and a few much older; over fifty Dave guessed.
Fiona was wearing a fairly short skirt, with bare legs, and attracted the attention of a few of them as she and Dave passed them. "Hey Steve, your stripper's arrived!" one of the older gents joked loudly, patting the future groom on the back. Laughter and whistling ensued. Fiona blushed, but the pair just ignored the teasing. She told Dave she didn't want to stay. But the sexual harassment directed at Fiona made Dave think that this might be the time to try out his plan.
"Look, we're at the bar now. Let's just stay for one drink and then go. OK?" Dave suggested.
"Alright, just the one," Fiona agreed.
"Why not go and sit at that table?" said Dave, pointing at a round table in the corner.
Dave ordered their drinks and carried them over to the table. The men's attention was no longer on Fiona. Dave sat down opposite her and as she sipped her gin and tonic. He looked into her eyes and gently spoke the words "IT'S YOUR TURN NOW".
Fiona looked at him blankly, and at first he thought it hadn't worked, but when she did nothing, he realised that she was awaiting a target.
"That man there." Dave said. "He's called Steve." he indicated the man in his early twenties who was getting married.
To Dave's amazement (and excitement), Fiona rose from her chair and casually walked over to the group.
"Changed your mind, have you love?" one of the men said. But Fiona ignored him and just began unbuttoning her blouse.
The group watched intently as more and more of her lacy, white bra appeared, until she reached the last button, and thrust the blouse off her shoulders and let it slide down her arms.
The group whistled and catcalled as Fiona pulled her blouse free of her hands and tossed it behind her. She brushed herself up against Steve, took one of his hands, and placed it into her cleavage. The others chanted "Go for it Stevie!", but were wondering what was going on, (no one had arranged for a stripper), and few looked in Dave's direction.
