Message-ID: <16962eli$9811061644@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: JRParz Subject: {JRParz} The Mesmerist (MC,MDom,F-solo, MF)[1/?] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: rjzach@avid.dynip.com Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <362E45B4.944809AF@avid.dynip.com> Don't let the title fool you... More mind control than hypnotizism. Enjoy!!! Disclaimer: No one under 18 should be reading this story. Contains adult content. Author's Note: Don't let the title throw you... This is not your typical hypnotic type story. All comments, praise or criticisms are welcome. You can reach me: rjzach@avid.dynip.com The Mesmerist by JR Parz I. Night club hypnotist Brandon Darke closed the book. 'Wow' he thought to himself. It took him nearly a month to read it, but it was worth it. Brandon reached inside his shirt and pulled out the gold pendent he wore around his neck. He studied the design, which depicted a planet surrounded by stars. The book said that the wearer of the pendent possessed incredible powers. Brandon thought back to the day he almost passed up this discovery. His father, someone he hadn't talked to in years, passed away. The executor of the will notified him and asked him what he wanted to do with his father's estate. Brandon told him to liquidate everything. Two weeks later, he received a chest full of his father's personal belongings. His initial reaction was to simply dump it in the trash, but his curiosity got the better of him...good thing it did. Brandon became obsessed with hypnotism when he learned of his grandfather. On the other hand, his father didn't share the same fascination. In fact, it was Brandon's decision to become a night club hypnotist that sparked an argument resulting in the last time he talked to him. Although Brandon never met his grandfather, he was well aware of his reputation. Brandon understood that the book and pendant originally belonged to him. His father must have gained possession of it when his grandfather passed away. Why didn't his father take advantage of the power? Brandon looked again at the pendant. How could anyone resist? Brandon remembered having fun one evening with a pretty college girl. The girl was amazingly susceptible and easily went into a trance. Brandon mentally age regressed her to high school age and discovered she was a pom pom girl. Brandon couldn't get over the rush of power and arousal he felt when he had her perform some of her high school cheers. The audience roared with laughter as the entranced girl jumped up and down, along with her beautiful pair of tits, while shouting out "give me a G...give me a R..". Brandon led the girl through various paces and the more time he spent with her, the more he wondered how far he'd take her. Brandon wasn't above taking advantage of an opportunity. He had used his hypnosis skills to enhance arousal in a few of his dates...but this would be the first time he took advantage of an audience member. Before Brandon brought the girl out of her trance, he planted a post hypnotic suggestion deep inside her subconscious. After the show, Brandon relaxed inside his dressing room. He heard a knock and smiled. He opened the door and there stood the buxom blonde 'cheerleader' looking lovely and confused. He asked her to come in and have a drink. The girl continued to look confused, but she walked inside and sat down on the couch. Brandon asked the girl why she wanted to see him, and she stammered that she wanted his autograph. Brandon smiled. If the post hypnotic suggestion held, she wouldn't be able to leave until she received his autograph. Brandon took his time preparing a drink for her, and just as he was sitting down on the couch to join her, she sprung up, looking frightened. Brandon saw that whatever compelled the girl to come to him, was no longer in place. The girl stammered that she really had to leave and he never saw her again. Brandon now acknowledged all this as child's play. Time to test the pendent's power and with that, his mind focused on his beautiful assistant, Theresa Cassidy. Theresa would be an excellent test choice because he'd never been able to put her under. When Theresa portrayed a hypnotized subject on stage, she merely pretended to be in a trance. Theresa was in her third year at the State University, and used her beauty to land the job. When he suggested a career with him, she laughed, and made it quite clear that her first priority was her studies. Theresa possessed a model's body, with a nice set of perky breasts. She did have a hang-up about wearing her outfits, and gave him a hard time saying they were skimpy and demeaning... Soon Theresa would feel a lot differently. Brandon also reflected on another girl that used to wear those outfits... His previous assistant, Linda Norris. Linda left the act to go marry some pro football player. Brandon wondered what she looked like these days... First things first. II. The next afternoon, Brandon called Theresa. The thought of having this gorgeous creature under his power worked on him like an aphrodisiac. "Hi Theresa...How are you?" "Hi Brandon...I'm tired. I have an English exam at the end of the week." Sighed the soft voice on the other end of the line. "Oh... Well, how about you take a break, and come up to the club for an hour or so. There's a new routine I'd like to incorporate into our act, and I'd like to rehearse it with you." "I really need to study...but I guess I can stay for about an hour...no more." "Thanks Theresa... An hour is all I'll need. I'll meet you at 6:00 p.m." III. Brandon was on the stage pacing off steps when he saw Theresa arrive. She wore tight denim blue jeans and a red blouse. Her auburn hair was tied back into a pony tail and as always, she wore very little make-up. She was always trying to play down her looks...she failed. Brandon didn't waste time and with a mere flexing of his brain, he activated the pendent. He could feel the warm vibrations emanating from it and pressing against his chest. They exchanged pleasantries and Brandon began to explain the new act. As Brandon talked he noted the confused look Theresa wore. The pendent had locked onto her mind and he could now exert his influence. "Theresa. I decided I don't want to rehearse the new act here... I'd much rather rehearse it back at my place. I'd like you to come." Brandon looked deep into Theresa's eyes, attempting to detect something that might indicate she was under a trance, but her eyes looked normal. Theresa shook her head 'no', but appeared to be struggling internally with what he said. Finally, she stammered; "I...I really have to study tonight...maybe...maybe some other time. I would really like to come with you, but I have to study...some...some other time." Brandon knew that Theresa would never have responded in this manner. During their entire professional relationship, he only asked her once back to his place, and she flatly refused. He figured one more exertion on his part should do the trick; "Now Theresa... You really would prefer going to my place rather than studying. So, you really should accept my invitation." IV. Theresa Cassidy felt strange. She was shocked when Brandon suggested going over his house, but even more so fighting this strange compulsion to agree with him. When he followed it up, sounding even more convincing than before, Theresa felt her resolve...dissolve. "I really shouldn't but I...I...guess it would be alright. I won't stay long because I really do need to study." Theresa wondered what was going on? To top it off, when Brandon extended his hand, she took it! Theresa couldn't believe they were actually walking out of the club holding hands like lovers. Theresa walked in stunned silence...and involuntarily smiled at the bartender. WAIT! She must be hypnotized! That's it! "You...you...hypnotized me...didn't you?" Brandon turned to smile at her as they both continued to walk. "Theresa. Why ever do you say this? Surely you can't be hypnotized...it isn't possible, remember... You told this yourself." Theresa wondered how he did it? When did he do it? Why couldn't she break out of this compulsion to walk with him? Why did she feel a need to hold his hand? She tried to rationalize this strange desire to go over to his house. Why? Blanks...all of them. Slowly, she began to feel frightened. Theresa climbed into the passenger's side of Brandon's car. She wondered if she should slip out as he went to the other side, but something kept her seated. "Tell me Theresa... Do you find me attractive?" Asked Brandon as he slid in behind the steering wheel. Theresa didn't want to answer... She had a feeling where this was all headed, but as much as she tried to keep her mouth shut, she felt that she must tell him the truth; "Well...I...I think you are good looking for an older man... I don't feel anything when I look at you, so I...I guess I'm not sexually attracted to you..." Brandon laughed, and then added; "Theresa...you are looking at me all wrong... And I'm only thirty-three, that isn't old... In fact, you really feel it's the perfect age...for a lover. Males your age are just little boys and you would much rather prefer a man my age. When you look at me, you think to yourself how nice I am, how you can trust me, but more importantly, how attractive I am. You imagine inside that pretty little head of yours how it would feel making love to me. You find me much more sexually attractive than anyone else...and you feel arousal at the mere thought of us making love." Theresa sat there in stunned silence. Every word he said made sense to her, and she found herself feeling the emotions and sensations he talked about. How!?! How was he able to make this happen? Theresa couldn't help envision Brandon without clothes...she couldn't help envision him kissing her lips, her breasts...her sex. Theresa momentarily closed her eyes as her body shuddered with desire. She wanted him... She tried holding onto the fact that she was feeling this way only because of this hypnotic power he seemed to have over her...but it didn't help. Theresa wanted him like she's never wanted anybody or anything before. When they arrived at his place, Theresa waited in her seat until Brandon came around to open her door. She offered her hand and upon contact, Theresa felt pleasure flood her groin eliciting a gasp from one mouth, and wet heat from the other. Theresa felt weak and dizzy when she stood up. He must have seen the condition she was in, because he smiled; "In a few more seconds, you'll feel a lot more comfortable laying on my couch..." With every step Theresa took, she felt her the dampness between her legs. When she entered the house, Brandon led her into the living room. "Go lay down on the couch, okay Theresa...but before you do...take off all your clothes." Theresa couldn't help smile when he told her to strip. Only a very feint small part of her resisted. Brandon was going to fuck her and the thought sent more waves of desire through her body. She didn't care where he fucked her...as long as he did it soon. Theresa took off her red blouse, and then her white bra. She always loved the way her beautiful tits maintained their perfect upturned form. For the very few girl friends that saw her topless, they would comment that she didn't need to wear a bra. Support was never the issue... Appearance was, and Theresa wouldn't be caught dead without a bra on. Now Theresa looked down at them and smiled... She cupped them and looked at Brandon. She blushed when she realized she was presenting them to him. Theresa then slid her tight jeans down, and finally her white panties. God she was wet! So wet, her panties crotch area had stuck to her soaked slit. Theresa then laid down on the couch... Naked and wanting. IV. Brandon gazed at his lovely assistant and couldn't get over how helplessly sexy she looked. "Theresa, you're beautiful...absolutely stunning." Theresa looked up at him and smiled. Brandon decided that he first should give Theresa an attitude adjustment regarding her new role in life. "Theresa... How do you feel about being my assistant?... Tell me the truth." "I...please don't be upset with me...but...but I really don't like it. If I didn't need to pay back my student loan, I...I don't think I'd be working for you." "Why don't you like working as my assistant?" "I really think you're a sexist...and those outfits just demean my gender." "Theresa... The next time you wear one of those outfits you won't feel like it's demeaning. You won't feel uncomfortable... In fact, what you will feel is sexually charged at the thought of wearing what I choose for you. Downright sexy...horny actually. You'll just love the fact that everyone can see your body, and knowing that the sexy outfits you wear teases the hell out of the audience makes you wet. You will feel pleasure in showing off your gorgeous body...and want so desperately to touch yourself during the act. The thought of every set of eyes on your body excites you. You'll blush at the realization but you'll act this way anyway." Brandon looked down at Theresa and could see everything he was saying was sinking in. He decided to be nice to her and he willed her hands to take liberties with her own arousal. He watched as Theresa's hands caressed her breasts, pinched her nipples, and finally found a warm home between her legs. Brandon could smell her arousal, and his own erection poked angrily against the inside of his pants. If he couldn't come, she couldn't either. He willed her to build to an incredible crescendo of desire...but not the ability to come. "Theresa... As the week progresses, your studies will no longer interest you... When you try to study for the English exam, you'll find it impossible to concentrate... You'll much rather play with yourself... Masturbation will become your new obsession. College is no longer a priority and you'll feel a strong desire to drop out... Instead, you will want to become my full time assistant. You'll want to be the best assistant to me in the world. You'll also find the attraction you have for me grows stronger and stronger with every hour. When you are not in my presence, you'll miss me. When you are masturbating, you'll fantasize about me..." Brandon watched Theresa continue to rub her clit and stroke her pussy. She was whimpering now, she needed to come. "Theresa... You will also feel a pleasant and sexy docility when you are in my presence. You'll be subservient to all my wishes and feel a great desire to please me in every way. Your body will tremble at my touch... The desire you feel for me will become the only true meaning in your life. You call me Brandon when we are amongst other people, but privately, you call me Master." Brandon quickly slid off his pants, and briefs. Stripped off his shirt and hopped down in between Theresa's legs. Theresa cried out with excitement, and opened her legs wider... The second Brandon entered her, Theresa cried out "GOD YES!". Theresa wrapped her hands around his shoulder to pull him closer with every thrust. Brandon wrapped his hands around her lovely ass cheeks to pull her forward... Brandon moaned with every thrust in and out, in and out, in and out... Theresa cried "YES...YES...YES." with more passion than either of them ever experienced before. At the same time he shot a thick load of come deep down her pussy, Theresa screamed out an orgasm. VI. Theresa woke up...feeling better than she ever felt in her entire life. Her glazed eyes and smile confirmed her satiation. She was still spread eagled on the couch. Still naked. Everything that happened to her was so incredible. Was she still hypnotized? Why did she still feel this overwhelming desire to be with him. If he was here right now, she would have wanted to do *it* again. Brandon wanted her for some sex pet and strangely the thought didn't upset her... In fact, it pleased her. She wanted him again. Theresa remembered everything he told her. Why did he do this to her? Theresa slowly got up from the couch and saw her clothes in a heap on the floor. Should she dress? Theresa wasn't sure, so she just sat back down. Should she go look for him? No... Just stay right here she thought to herself. Theresa's eyes lit up when she saw him enter the room. His presence felt so good to her. It also increased her desire...for another fuck. Theresa also felt saddened...he was dressed. "It appears I have forgotten one set of instructions before I pat your lovely fanny and send you back to your place..." Theresa felt pleasure at his words of endearment, but disappointment at being sent away. Brandon walked over to her; "Theresa... You cannot tell anyone or communicate in any other fashion that you are under my power." Theresa hadn't thought about telling anyone, but as the words sunk deep inside her mind, they took root...now she couldn't. Brandon smiled at her, making her feel good. "Now... How about you put that lovely mouth of yours to use..." Theresa quickly went down to her knees. She zipped down Brandon's zipper and freed his erection. He was about seven inches. Theresa used her tongue and licked while taking his entire member inside her mouth. Her nostrils took in the aroma of him and she felt herself getting *hot* all over again. "You may pleasure yourself as you pleasure me." stated Brandon. Theresa felt totally under his power and loved the way it made her feel. She slipped her right hand down to her wet slit, while holding on to his sex with her left hand. With every thrust of her fingers, she sucked deeper and deeper. "Swallow every drop, Theresa... Every drop." Theresa greedily complied. VII. Theresa soaked in her bathtub dazing. She felt confusion and embarrassed, but both emotions took a back seat to the desire she felt too see Brandon again. Was it only yesterday when she was totally in control of her life? She thought she should feel repulsed at the thought of everything she did with Brandon, but she didn't. Instead, she felt intense pleasure and desire to do it again. Every time she closed her eyes, she could see herself climbing aboard Brandon's shaft. Riding up and down on him. The thought led her own hand down to her pussy. She loved to masturbate now...she loved to feel this way. She remembered how Brandon gave her a hard long kiss and squeezed her ass cheeks before sending her home. She almost came from the act. Intellectually, Theresa knew that everything she felt was somehow artificially induced. She also realized it went far beyond simple hypnosis. He had changed the way she felt about everything. She knew she should be studying right now, but school just wasn't important to her anymore. Brandon was important to her... Brandon and her body... If Brandon hadn't told her to await for his call, she would be on the phone right now, begging him to let her see him. Theresa felt she should feel disturbed to know that she had no more control over her body, but instead she simply craved the sexual enslavement that Brandon had placed on her. Theresa leaned back in the tub and again played with her pussy. God she was so wet...and it wasn't all due to the water she laid in. VIII. (Two weeks later) Brandon grinned like a Cheshire cat. He located Linda Norris. She lived in Sacramento. She was Linda Blake now, but that didn't matter. Sacramento was only a plane ride away. His source had told him that she was not only married, but had a daughter. Well, he wouldn't ruin that. He would allow her to take her daughter with her. He would set her up with an apartment right here in town. Hell, the football player wouldn't mind... He'd make sure of that. Brandon gazed at the picture of Linda while he walked into the living room. She appeared even more stunning now. His eyes left the picture to look at Theresa, who was kneeling down with her head bowed like a slave. Of course, that was what she was now. Simply, a slave. Unless she was having her period, she wasn't allowed to wear a single piece of clothing. Brandon still loved to look at her naked beauty. Brandon had Theresa move in with him just a few days ago. Hmmmm. A thought just occurred to him... Linda and Theresa together. He wondered... "Tell me Theresa...have you ever made it with another girl before." "No Sir..." "Have you ever fantasized about it?" "No Sir." "Well, the thought of it does make you horny, so be a good girl and start fantasizing about it...okay." Brandon took one more look at Linda's picture, then handed it to Theresa; "and here, take this picture...this is what your fantasy lover looks like." A few simple words...that's all it took. A few simple words... The End...unless. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----