Again I was just leaving campus when my phone rang. It was Kathy saying she would meet me at my place. There was no explanation, no asking permission or anything. She just said I'll see you there when you get there.
I was a little unnerved by that, but it wasn't out of her character to play the boss. Yet I wondered what was up. I suppose I was still a bit leery of trusting hypnosis completely. After all I was an amateur and I only had the one class, although it was quite thorough with practice sessions and all.
She was waiting in her car as I pulled up at my apartment. "What's up?" I asked.
As we got to my door and I unlocked it she said, "Well... it's a little hard to talk about."
"I'm sure you didn't drive over here just to say that," I answered.
Inside I closed the door and looked at her standing there thinking. "OK, I'll just say it," she finally blurted out. "Are you ever going to hypnotize Denice like we talked about rather than just having her go into a relaxing mode?"
Not wanting to let on that they were both strongly under hypnosis every time, I said, "Now you know I'm new at this and I have to be very sure she gets hypnotized when I do this," I said. "So you just have to be patient. At least she liked the relaxation just as you did so she'll come back for more. It just takes time."
"I guess so," she acknowledged.
"So when will the two of you be over again," I asked.
Looking a bit sheepish she said, "Uh... I told her to come by around 5 this evening with tacos," and she laughed tentatively. "I told her I'd pay half."
"Well I'm glad you let me know," I said with a slight tone of indigence.
"Can you do it tonight after dinner?" she nearly begged.
"So let me get this straight: you want to be able to... taste her?" I said.
"Yes," she acknowledged looking away from me.
"That will entail undressing her and touching her. She'll need to be in a deep state of hypnosis," I said more or less to myself. "And I'll need to be sure she is under deeply and not faking." Kathy stood watching me as I posed these things to myself. "How will we explain you not doing any relaxation, as much as you profess to love it?"
"Why can't you just relax me at the same time like always, then wake me?" she explained.
"That works," I said thinking that otherwise I wouldn't be able to have Kathy in the room when I used the phrase "passionately sleeping" without her going under as well and I didn't want to teach her the long method of the so called "relaxation" technique.
Denice knocked, punctual as always. "Dinner," she said with a smile, holding up her bag.
"I could get used to this," I said in return.
Dinner was uneventful with chat going about the same as Saturday night. I got Denice to specifically admit that she wanted another session and of course Kathy agreed she did too. I helped clean up and in short order we were ready for the next session.
"OK," I began, "we'll have the two of you lay down on my bed like before. That was comfortable for you wasn't it?" I said more to Denice than to my sister.
"Yes, fine," she replied as she crawled up. The two of them laid side by side and held hands grinning at one another.
"No, don't hold hands," I ordered. I remembered my professor saying that sometimes even the smallest things can trigger memories. I wanted their attention not to be on each other.
"Now relax for a bit I said, leaving a pause as I watched them make tiny movements adjusting positions for comfort. "passionately sleeping" I said and like magic they were deep under. I looked at the two of them there totally under my control and was tempted to have some fun with them myself. But instead I decided to set up my camera to record what was about to happen.
After setting it up, I went to Kathy's side and whispered in her ear, "Now when I count to 5 you will again wake up as always," I began, "but you will remember everything that happened except that you will not notice the camera in here. Also, whenever I make a suggestion for the next few hours, it will become something you really want to try. And of course you won't remember any of this discussion but you will follow my instructions." With that I counted to five softly and told her to be quiet as she awoke.
She was now alert and excited. "Is she under?" she asked nervously as she got up.
"Yes," I assured her, "go ahead and undo her pants."
She looked at me indecisively. "Are you sure?" she said.
"Yep. Give it a try," I told her.
"Should I?" she said even more nervously. "You try it first."
"Why me," I said. "You're the one who's waited for this moment."
Then leaning over and straightening back up again she said, "Well you open her pants," as she balked again.
"We don't have to do this at all if you're too nervous," I said, trying to guilt her into it.
"OK...OK I'll do it," she said in a tone meant to convince herself.
Then leaning over Denice, she reached for the button on her shorts, but then stopped and waved a hand past Denice's face several times, and then looked at me questioningly. I just raised my eyebrows in a non-committal approval. Then again reaching out her fingers found the button and with as little motion as possible, she opened it and pulled her hand back, grinning at me.
I signaled with my hand to pull the zipper down next and she turned with a bit more courage now. Lifting the flap, she slid it down. Denice now laid there with her shorts hanging open.
Of course I could have simplified this whole thing by having Denice stand up and undress herself, but watching my sister do it was worth the extra time.