I was in school at the end of my Junior year of college. It was summer and I was going year round trying to complete my engineering degree on schedule after having fallen behind in my Freshman year due to an illness. The schedule of course didn't allow for much fun time, but I'd gotten used to it – almost. It was tough but I was determined.
I was always close to my sister Kathy growing up and when she left for college it felt strange having the house to myself, so to speak, with our mom of course. But when I left for college myself, it felt even stranger. I was on my own now, and dorm life didn't suit me at all so I got a room a couple miles from school. Apartments nearby were expensive, but here it was actually cheaper than a dorm room.
When I'd come home for holidays or the occasional special occasion, I'd spend as much time visiting with Kathy as anyone, and I confided in her like my closest friend, which in fact, sad to say, she probably was. In all our years, it was only natural for us to confide in one another, yet it never dawned on me that she was anything more than my sister.
Yes, she was good looking, but nothing that would particularly catch your eye and make you turn your head. And yes as a horny teen growing up I did my best to spy on my older sister any chance I had when she was showering or changing, like many siblings. But with all that, I don't think that 'sexy' was ever an adjective I would have used to describe her – not in my head nor outwardly to anyone.
Now this semester I had two electives and two of my majors to concern myself with. I had picked a psychology course and a philosophy course as my two electives, thinking they would be a breeze and I could concentrate on my majors. The psychology course was interesting as well because it dealt with therapeutic hypnotism. I suppose I may not have thought it would be all that simple, but it did sound intriguing.
For those who have never looked into therapeutic hypnotism, it is the real thing – the medical version. And I learned about many of the fallacies involved in the discussions of hypnosis. For instance, even though the term hypnosis is derived from the Greek word 'hypnos', it doesn't involve sleep. In fact our professor describes it as the opposite of sleep. It's a super-concentration. The reason people can act the way they do in hypnosis is that they are concentrating so strongly on one thing, that they exclude everything else going on around them. She says it's like taking you up to the picture of Mona Lisa and pressing your face to it so that you only see a small blotch of paint and then asking you what do you see.
Another fallacy is that you can't be made to do something you wouldn't normally do, such as be handed a gun and say shoot that guy. That part is strictly true, but on the other hand, if you were handed a 45 caliber semiautomatic pistol and told it was a squirt gun and that the guy on your left just squirted your friend and you are now going to squirt him back, you would possibly blow his brains out. Trickery has long been a big part of stage hypnotists acts.
So in class toward the end of the semester the professor demonstrated physically hypnotizing someone, and then we all had to take turns doing it to one another, in a regulated classroom environment of course. I was surprised at how easy it is to both hypnotize, and to be hypnotized. As a matter of fact, self-hypnosis was another thing she taught us for relaxation as well as education. She claims that 2 hours of relaxation under hypnosis can be as invigorating as a full 8 hours sleep.
So now when my sister Kathy came to visit me one Saturday, she and I got into a discussion about hypnotism and the facts and myths of it. Like me she was fascinated, but also a bit skeptical. She had never seen a stage hypnotist in person and always figured that they were charlatans who had helpers staged in the audience. I explained how that probably wasn't true at least for some, but I don't think she bought it. Then I was telling her about the relaxation effect of hypnosis and how you can do it yourself. She was curious and wanted me to show her.
I had her lay down on my bed, since the method I was taught was a relaxation technique that I won't go into here, since I think it might be a bad idea to teach such a thing on here. I had her relax until I had her into a fairly good level of hypnosis, and then I did one of the many tests the professor taught us to assure someone is under. Tis one involved telling her to relax her arm until it began to feel lighter and lighter from tension leaving. As I told her this, her left arm began to ever so slowly rise up off the bed 'of its own'.
I had told her I was going to put her under for 30 minutes and show her how relaxing it can be. So I looked at the clock to time it. I then thought "What am I going to do now for the next half hour?" Immediately the hormones kicked in thinking "I have my big sister here under my control. Surely I can't leave this alone." I hadn't planned this so I was working at an idea. Yeah she was my sister, but at a time like this, she was simply a female body.
"Pictures," I thought. No she had on Jean shorts and a tank top. Too risky to try undressing her. I wasn't that confident in my abilities yet. Everything I thought of seemed too overt and was definitely a huge risk if she was faking or if she just woke up. I did grab my camera and photograph her there. I even took one looking down her top showing nothing more than her lacy bra. But I was frustrated with my own inability to come up with a good plan and with the perfect situation right here before me.
I really was most upset by not having a plan in the first place. Then it occurred to me.. post-hypnotic suggestions. First I said, "When you awake you'll feel super refreshed and you'll definitely want to do this again another day. You'll pester me until I do."
Next I told her, "You'll want to come back here next weekend and stay the night. When you do you'll wear a loose fitting top and no bra, just for your own titillation. You've never tried it and want to see how it feels to flaunt your ample breasts."
Finally I told her, "When I count to 5 you will awaken and not remember anything that happened, but you will remember your instructions... 1...2...3...4...5. Open your eyes."
Looking at the clock she said, "Wow was it 30 minutes already? That was great. I'm glad you talked me into it. We'll have to do it again, OK?"
"Sure," I said. "I told you you'd like it. I know you figured it was some kind of trick."
Looking embarrassed she replied, "I did. Sorry."
"So what do you remember most about it. They say it's different for each person," I asked, trying to see if the suggestions worked.
Well, I remember you saying I could close my eyes if I got tired, and then I remember you saying open them...hehehe," she laughed. "I was thinking why did he bother doing this if he's just going to say close your eyes and then open them. But then I looked at the clock and 30 minutes had passed. I must have really zonked out."
"Nope," I said reassuring her of what we originally talked about, "You were wide awake the whole time and just shut down anything not needed to rest as I suggested."
I was excited to think that she may have really been under my control. And I was even more excited to see if she'd return next week for more, and braless if it worked.
Power is the ultimate aphrodisiac, and I was really excited that week trying to keep my mind on school work, wondering what the weekend might bring. With all this thinking about it, I did have a plan this time so I wouldn't waste the opportunity. But I was nervous too. Did it work so that she'll even return? Will she wear a bra? And even if she does come, is she still faking it to see what I'm up to? I had hypnotized other classmates in class, or at least everyone thought so. But this was different and much more risky should I blow it. It wouldn't just be the matter of a lower grade.
Wednesday she called. "Would you mind if I came to visit again this weekend and maybe even spend the night? I know you're busy, but that relaxation technique felt so great and so very relaxing, I need you to teach me to do that."
Oh sure," I said as my heart began pounding. "You know you're always welcome. I will apologize in advance if I'm not too great of company with my homework."
"No problem, you can let me just relax while you work, then wake me when you're available," and she laughed at her own humor.
Was she really that excited about trying it again or was that staged. In my class I asked that question of the professor and she gave me several tips that most people wouldn't know. For instance, when told to raise your hand under hypnosis, the person would raise the hand only not raising the whole arm as you might when told to raise your hand in class. Everything is taken literally.
Thursday dragged by. Friday did the same. The clocks seem to run slower the closer it got to the end of class. I had told her when she called, that I'd be out of my final class of the week by 2:30 and home by 3:00. I told her to come anytime after that. I also told her if she was coming for the weekend to bring a few changes so we could go out at least once.
