Message-ID: <17343eli$9811192010@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: ~master~ Subject: submissions by mesmer "THE WRITER" Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d 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: <364679BA.404BCFF4@coastnet.net.au> Standard Disclaimer, meaning this is a work of pure fiction, and NOT to be read by persons under the age of 18. If you enjoy this story please email your thanks to the publisher. Thank you - Mesmer. "THE WRITER" (C) by Mesmer Chapter I * Damien Dalton had always understood the difference between a writer and an author was simply a matter of a writer 'not' having had his work published, whereas an author had become published at least once. While he still believed in that basic difference between the two, Damien also believed now that another difference between the two, and just as noticeable, was that a writer starved while searching for the ideas and effort that would help him cross the boundary from one to the other. Damien's latest idea was to write a book on the power of mind control - hypnosis to be more exact, in that the control could take place without the aid of drugs of any kind. As was his usual method when first beginning a new story Damien sat down and listed his needs, starting with the purchase of a good book on hypnosis. He knew also that he would need at least one person or more to practice on, so he could write from the point of view of the person doing the hypnotising and the hopeful controlling. The actual plot, he knew, would come to him soon. It always did when he became really focussed. Damien found many books on hypnosis at the library, but none seemed to be what he was looking for, even though he had admitted to himself he hadn't a clue what that might be. He'd gotten all sorts of ideas from his library research, such as subliminal tape recordings, spiral patterns and video graphics. Swinging a watch in front of someone's eyes seemed a bit outdated to him, but he had considered it anyway, not letting any idea go completely until he was sure it had nothing to offer him or his potential readers. After all was said and done Damien had reached the conclusion that the primary requirement for hypnosis to occur was the absolute fixation of concentrated attention on something or someone, without any extraneous thoughts whatsoever. Relaxation, from what Damien had read didn't seem to be all that necessary for an altered state of consciousness to occur, as long as the person being hypnotised had his attention completely absorbed in something or someone. Once that had been successfully achieved, any suggestion thereafter given would supposedly bypass the critical conscious mind without even being noticed, and, be accepted fully as if it had been the hypnotised person's own idea, one that would be acted upon without suspicion or critical evaluation of any kind. It was all about absolute power over another individual. Damien knew that only too well by the time he had finished all the research he could possibly do for the time being. And to hypnotise someone without them knowing or being aware of it was even more of a power trip to those that way inclined. When he locked into the idea of hypnotising someone without their permission or knowledge it opened up a whole new range of ideas to him, and he explored them in his active imagination to the utmost, looking for that magical idea that would take his status of a writer and change it to one of being an author. Damien knew he was on the right track toward finding it, but so far, the beginning had eluded him. * * A few days after he had finished his research the idea came to him out of left field. It had been a warm day. On Damien's desk sat a silent little desk fan. The strength of the breeze the tiny fan generated was hardly noticeable - just a gentle, continuous stream of soft, cool air upon his face. It was constant enough for him to be aware of its presence and the slight cooling effect on his face, yet quiet and unobtrusive enough for him to not even notice it if he hadn't suddenly stopped and become aware of it. In fact, he had been idly staring at it while reaching for ideas in the depth of his mind and trying to get cool at the same time. He had found himself locked into the thought of cooling down and the sensation of feeling so good about the coolness actually being felt on his skin at the same time. What made Damien so sure he had found the answer to his problem was the time. He had been staring at the fan for almost a half an hour and hadn't realised it. When he finally did, he also noticed that he felt very good within his mind and body for the experience. He now looked at the tiny fan, realising the implications of what he had discovered. It was perfect. Who would take any notice of an innocent-looking little desk fan? Now, if he could just add something to that as well to capture someone's attention in the first place he would have his idea in the completed form. Damien stared hard at the tiny plastic fan with the silently spinning blades. Then he realised the difference between what he was thinking and what he had read in his research. The spinning spiral-type disks must have worked, but he couldn't see how they could invoke a physical sensation, other than a relaxed feeling. Now, if he could just combine the ability to capture attention and the invoking of a physical stimulus, Damien knew he'd have his final answer. As he was about to get up it came to him suddenly, in a flash of rare insight. He relaxed and sat back down, staring hard at the tiny plastic fan once again. He would combine them both by somehow painting a spiral on the blades of the little fan, thereby being able to capitalise on both the mental and physical attributes of capturing someone's undivided attention and then holding it ad-infinitum. Now, Damien was happy. * * * Over the next few days Damien experiment with at least twenty different types of spiral patterns and colours, trying and re-trying them all, one by one, until finally he decided on a pattern that generated a slow spiral at the lowest speed of the three-speed fan, and a very relaxing mental and physical effect, yet he was amazed at the disorientating effect the innocent-looking little plastic fan had on him when he used the fastest speed. Damien had also chosen a colour, yellow, but in luminescent brilliance. It would glow in the dark, but in the day time it was just bright enough and easy on the eyes as it captured his total and complete attention, and without him even noticing it was doing so. He had kept his attention focussed entirely on the cooling effect of the gentle, almost unnoticeable and continuous breath of cool air upon his skin. Test after test had found him incredibly amazed at the unnoticeable time passed while gazing at the spinning yellow spiral. The time actually seemed to fly by, leaving him every time, feeling very good within himself, both physically and mentally. Now all Damien had to do was to try it out on someone other than himself. He purposely placed the chair in a particular position opposite his desk and then spent several minutes angling the little fan so it struck the person's gaze and face in just the right way, without being obvious. He tried a dozen different ways in which someone may sit in the chair opposite him, and from several different heights, simulating both short and tall people who might happen to occupy the chair. Damien had read somewhere in his research that the more intelligent a person was, the more easily they could be hypnotised. He decided to try the little fan out on the most intelligent people he could find, starting with his secretary, June, a thirty year old separated housewife who worked three days a week for him typing up his manuscripts and putting them in a logical order on disc in his literary archives. He often called her in to sit down opposite him while he bounced various ideas off her from time to time, for a second point of view. It looked like the next day was going to be different, if not entirely successful and exciting. * * * * Damien's pulse quickened along with his heartbeat the instant his eyes opened the next morning. The smile on his face quickly followed. He bounded out of bed, showered and shaved, then drove quickly to the office for any last minute details he wanted to go over in his mind. The only thing he hadn't decided was when to actually try it out. Finally, he decided on just before lunch. It was usually hot anyway at that time, and with the window shut behind the blinds where it couldn't be seen it was sure to become a hell of a lot hotter by the time he asked June to come in and sit down opposite him. Damien hoped he'd slowed the speed of the fan down enough. At first the spiral pattern could not be seen on the fan's normal speeds, but then, by adjusting the internal motor he had come up with three speeds that easily attracted his attention. At eleven thirty his office was quite humid. He smiled and then buzzed June on the intercom. "Yes, DD." came the artificial answer from the outdated voice box. She always called him by her per name, 'DD.' Damien didn't mind. A lot of people had throughout his life. "Can you come in for a while, if you're not doing anything important? I want you to help me with some ideas for a new book I'm working on." he told her, knowing it made her feel really important whenever he asked for her help. "Sure." she squarked. "I'm full of ideas today. Be right in. Just finishing something. Okay?" "Okay." Damien said, then sat back to wait, noticing already now how warm and humid his office had become. Five minutes later June came through the door, closing it gently behind her. As she walked up to this desk and sat down her face stretched into a grimace. "God, it's hot in here!" she stated, fanning herself with her hand. "Why don't you open a window?" "I hate the light, and besides, there's no breeze, anyway." which wasn't a lie, Damien thought to himself as he watched the tiny beads of perspiration form immediately across her forehead. He leaned over and flicked the first speed of the little plastic fan on. It cranked up at what seemed to be a very slow rate of knots. Then he leaned back in his chair to watch her like he always did whenever he asked her to help him. June looked at the little fan, knowing the slow-turning little thing hardly seemed to have the energy to keep turning, let alone create any relief through a nice cool breeze. Then she found herself staring at the strange pattern its blades were making as they spun lazily round and round and as she continued to watch it for a few more seconds she forgot all about the humid room she now sat in. Finally, she turned back to face Damien, but it seemed to take her mind quite an effort to do so. It seemed very relaxing just looking at the fan and thinking of being cool. Damien had not missed how the little fan had gotten June's attention, as well as seeing her visibly relax in front of his very eyes. He smiled. "Why don't you get a bigger fan?" June asked, smiling wryly. "That one looks as if it's going to have a heart-attack any second." Then she chuckled at her own attempt at humour. "It would only swirl around the dead air in here even more faster." He replied. "Besides, it's got two more speeds." he said, leaning forward and directing her gaze back to the fan as he turned it to the second speed. The little fan cranked up another few knots, but still seemed to be turning lazily. Then, to Damien's surprise, June leaned forward with her face and stared right into the centre of its spinning spiral pattern. Her eyes widened for a few seconds, then half closed as she sighed when the cool, gentle breathing of the blades whispered a cooling all over her hot face. "Ahhhh." June sighed, feeling the cool breeze, if it could really be called that. She could hardly feel it, even with the speed turned up. Still, she thought, as she became fascinated with the turning pattern, it's better than nothing in this hot office, and god only knew how long Damien wanted to keep her in here, milking her for ideas for his new book. "It feels cool on every part of your face." Damien said softly, soothingly, as he watched her closely. "If you just think about how hot and humid you felt before you looked at it you could almost say the little fan has cooled you off beautifully already, and we haven't even tried number three speed yet. Isn't that true?" Yes, that was true, June thought, as she revelled in the cool air blowing its whispering breath over her face. And she certainly felt a lot cooler looking at the fan now than she had when she had first come into the office. "That's for sure." she answered, her voice sounding sort of dreamy to herself, she noted. "If you want to be even cooler in this office that feels like a sauna room or a hot, humid steam bath you could turn it up to number three speed." he told her soothingly. "Then you could 'really' cool down and escape this terrible, uncomfortable heat. That would be even better. Wouldn't it?" June nodded and reached forward the instant he said it. She did want to be cooler, if that was possible without giving the little fan an internal haemorrhage. Then she waited a few seconds as the pretty pattern increased its speed a little more, to see if it held on under the duress she was now putting it through. Damien was right, she nodded to herself again. This office was like a damn steam bath, a real sauna room at that. She didn't know how he could stand it in here. She could feel the perspiration trickling slowly down her spine from between her shoulder blades. "You seem to really like my little cooling fan." he said soothingly. "You must be ... really feeling the gentle cooling effect ... on your face and ... cooling down your whole body by now." "Mmmm." June answered as a reply. Damien was right again. Her face did feel really nice and comfortable, she noticed. And her body did seem like it was starting to cool down a little bit. She couldn't feel the sweat running down her spine, now that she took the time to notice it, and she felt very relaxed as she looked at the swirling pattern on the fan's centre. Yes, she decided. She 'did' like Damien's little plastic fan. In fact, she noted to herself, she might get one of them for herself. Damien's heart thumped against his rib cage as he watched his secretary lock her gaze into the centre of the fan. Her eyes seemed sort of glazed and she looked very relaxed and calm. "The more you look at the spinning pattern the more cooler you become." he told her in a slower, more soothing voice. "That's what I've always found, anyway. And the more you looked at it the more cooler and more relaxed and calm you become as you just feel like letting all your worries and problems just drain away, from the tip of your head to the tip of your toes." June nodded slowly. Damien was right, she decided. That was exactly how she felt and what she was feeling right then. And she 'was' beginning to feel more cool and more comfortable the more she looked at the pretty swirling pattern. She felt very relaxed and calm too. She could just imagine all her problems melting away and draining from her head to her toes and then flowing out on to the floor as Damien was speaking about it. Then June suddenly remembered she was supposed to be doing something, but she couldn't immediately recall what it was. Something to do with Damien and helping him, she puzzled, then lost her focus back to the cooling, swirling fan blades. "You always ... get very lazy and ... very .. very tired." Damien went on in a very slow and very soothing tone of voice. "Whenever you ... always want to look ... deeply into the swirling pattern and ... find it so relaxing and ... so comforting ... like you feel just after you ... fall into your bed at night after a ... hot and ... hard day's work at the office ... and just don't want to do anything except ... just go to sleep ... and just curl up ... like when you were in your mother's arms and ... just let go of everything and ... just close your eyes and ... go to sleep now ... because you ... feel so tired and ... feel so drowsy that ... your eyelids will close now .. so tightly ... because ... they're so relaxed now ... and you know you couldn't open them ... even if you tried ... very .. very hard because ... you really don't want to anymore ... because it ... feels so good to ... have them closed so tightly now ... they won't even open if you tried real hard ... when I tell you to." Damien watched and smiled inside and out as June's eyes closed shut right on cue. She drew a deep breath and sighed loudly as they finally closed all the way down. He decided to remain silent for a few minutes and allow her to really get into the way she was feeling. June wondered what was happening to her. Something told her she shouldn't be this relaxed during work hours, but Damien was with her so it must be alright with him. His voice seemed so soft. She had never noticed that before about his voice. Soothing too. She felt warm all over, as if she really was being cradled by her mother's arms. God, she thought. That was a long time ago, but she could still remember how warm and safe she felt, and she could feel it right then. Her eyelids felt as if they were glued shut. "Try to open those tired ... and relaxed eyelids ... now." Damien said softly. "And see how ... they just won't open. How they just ... don't want to work .. because they ... feel so good where they are ... now close down very tightly and ... so relaxed and calm." June really didn't want to even try to open her eyes and wished he hadn't asked her to try. She just didn't feel like it at all. Nevertheless, he 'was' her boss, after all, so she gave it her best shot, although, even as she did, she knew it wasn't, because she simply didn't want to. Then she relaxed and stopped trying. She'd made the effort, June decided. He would have seen her trying. That was enough. Now, she wondered, what was she supposed to be doing? It was something to do with Damien. What was it? Then she lost the thought and sighed, relaxing more and feeling more relaxed. She was too tired to think. Some other time. This was the time to enjoy, not to think. Damien saw June's eyebrows arch as she tried to open her eyes. She either couldn't, he decided, after watching her stop trying almost as soon as she'd started, or, she just plain didn't want to. Either way was okay by him. She seemed to be really relaxing. Her shoulders slumped forward and her head was also now leaning forward toward her chest. Her breathing seemed deep and restful and her arms rested comfortably and loosely on his desk. "If you ... turn to face me now ... you will ... still feel as good as you do right now." he told her softly. June turned her face away from the little fan after a few seconds, although she really didn't want to do that either. But, she trusted Damien. If her said she would be just as cool, she believed him. And then she did. He was right again. She had a smart boss, she decided, as she settled her shoulders into their new position of facing him. But she wasn't going to try and open her eyes again, even if he asked her to. It was too nice having them closed. Then she felt herself smile. Well, maybe she would try again, just once, if he asked her to, she decided lazily. After all, he 'was' her boss. "You can ... take some time out and ... go to sleep now. Go to sleep now ... you can go to sleep ... very deeply now." he told her softly, soothingly. "I know you ... work too hard and ... I appreciate it. It's alright ... now ... for you to ... go to sleep and ... just let yourself go deeper ... and deeper asleep while ... you relax more and ... more deeply and ... let yourself go ... very .. very deeply to sleep where ... you can't think of anything and ... don't want to think of anything and ... just want to sleep deeper ... and deeper and ... take time out for a little while and ... that's okay. So, go .. to .. sleep .. nowwwww." Something told June that she shouldn't be thinking about having a little sleep in work time, but Damien was telling her it was okay. And she did work hard. She knew he knew that. He was always thanking her. Maybe he was just being nice for all the times in the past when she'd worked overtime and he'd never paid her. She hadn't minded. He was just getting started as a writer. 'Someone' had to help him. In some ways he was just like a little boy. And now, sleep sounded so inviting, she decided as she felt herself drifting away further and further from the soothing sound of Damien's voice. And he'd given her permission, so, why not? June felt as if she were floating further and further away on a soft, fluffy cloud. So tired she didn't even want to think about thinking anymore. Not wanting to do anything but curl up and go to sleep on her fluffy, soft cloud. * * * * * * Damien leaned further back in his chair, resting it on its two back legs and balancing precariously as he watched closely the face and features of his entranced secretary. His smile had vanished. He was astounded at what he'd accomplished. He had done it, and the proof of his success was sitting deeply asleep in front of him. Her arms rested lightly and loosely on his desk in front of her and her head bent forward toward her chest. He watched her breathing for several seconds and knew she was breathing deeply and evenly, just as if she was really asleep. Then he had a sudden thought. Maybe he had gone too far and really put her to sleep - a 'real' sleep. "You will ... always hear the sound of my voice," Damien thought to say quickly. "no matter how deeply .. and .. how comfortably you are in your .. deepest sleep in your life will you .. always be able to hear the sound of my voice .. and be .. able to answer me .. no matter how much you want to stay deeply asleep .. because you ... won't disturb your beautiful, deeply relaxing and .. restful sleep when .. you can always talk to me .. when I want you too. Isn't that true?" June felt her head slowly nod, but she didn't recall consciously doing it. She could hear him, she decided, but she didn't want to. She just wanted to go to sleep. "And you can .. talk to me now," Damien went on. "with the sound of your voice and ... still be deeply asleep and .. you didn't know that .. but you do now so .. you can talk to me normally now .. and still stay deeply and fast asleep. Isn't that true?" "Ye..es." June heard herself say, and again she didn't remember consciously saying a thing. She was amazed. Damien had been right again. She could stay asleep and still talk normally to him. What an amazing thing to know, June thought in wonderment. She never realised that at all. Damien smiled and let out the breath he'd been holding. He had really done it. He felt like clapping and shouting, but he couldn't do either. Once again he began to think about what to do now. He would have to install an amnesia key and a trance key word for next time. He didn't want her to remember anything and he didn't want to take this long to trance her down next time. "Because you like this special sleep so much," he told her, speeding up his speech patterns now that he'd successfully hypnotised her. "I'm going to give you a surprise .. and give you your own special trance sleep key .. with the words, 'sleep time.' And whenever you hear the sound of my voice only .. say the special words to your own secret trance key, 'sleep time', no matter what you're doing .. or where you are .. your eyes will close quickly down and .. you'll go back deeply to sleep .. and fall asleep as deeply and as beautifully as you are right now .. whenever you hear my voice only .. say the words of your secret trance key, 'sleep time', you will go fast asleep .. and will not be able to resist .. going instantly .. and quickly .. fast asleep .. because your unconscious mind .. will always remember those words, 'sleep time,' which you can forget .. because you don't need to remember .. what your unconscious mind will .. so you can forget all about ..whatever I tell you to forget .. no matter what it is ... no matter what happens .. and no matter what you do .. what you will .. never again be able to remember. Isn't that true?" June nodded slowly. "Yes." she said, thinking it was absolutely amazing. Her very own secret trance key. What a great idea. What a nice boss she had, giving her a trance key with two secret words that she would always remember, no matter where she was or what she was doing at the time, and she didn't even have to bother trying to remember what they were because her unconscious mind would always remember. Damien thought of everything, she decided. She was so lucky to have him for a boss and not someone like she'd had in the past who was always hitting on her and trying to get into her pants all the time. She had only had one serious relationship in her life and that hadn't worked out. Now she was saving herself for the next special man in her life, whenever he happened to come along. June sighed internally. She wished he would hurry up. Her biological clock was already ticking away faster and faster with each passing day. Now for the final test, Damien thought as he prepared to wake her up and test for amnesia and the effect of her trance key. If they both worked he could 'really' call himself a success in the area of hypnotism, at least with his secretary, anyway. "When I snap my fingers." he told her. "You will be wide awake, feeling refreshed and alive with a new energy coursing through your mind and your body at all levels. And now that you have your own secret trance key you can go back to sleep as quickly as you want to whenever you hear me say it. When I snap my fingers you will open your eyes and become instantly awake and remember nothing of anything I've said because your unconscious mind will remember everything so you simply don't have to. Is that clear?" Of course it was clear, June thought, a little agitated that he didn't think she might understand. She knew about her trance key now. And the fact that her unconscious mind would remember everything. She didn't want to anyway. Why should she? "Yes." she answered slowly. Damien snapped his fingers and started talking as if halfway through a sentence. "So if you could come up with any ideas I'd really be grateful, June." he said, watching her blink her eyes several times. "Huh?" she said. He watched as the puzzled look spread across her face. Her eyes found his quickly. "Do you want me to say it all over again?" he asked. "No. I..I..err...I just don't rem.." she stammered and then stopped. June wondered what had happened. Had she been daydreaming? What had he been talking about? She felt herself begin to blush with embarrassment. This had never happened to her before in her life. God, the office felt like the inside of her oven. So hot. June fought to collect her thoughts and try to save the situation and prevent it from becoming any more embarrassing than it already was for her. "I'm sorry, Damien." she apologised. "I must have ...er..I don't know. I must have...drifted off for a second or two. I'm really sorry. I feel so embarrassed. I Just don't understand." Damien smiled warmly at his confused secretary, inwardly pleased with everything he had done in his morning's work. "That's okay." he told her. "It's too hot to work anyway. I feel like sleeping. How about you?" June smiled, eased in her embarrassment by her boss's understanding. But she didn't feel tired. She felt hot, but not tired. In fact, she felt pretty good, as if she had just woken up from a long sleep. "For some reason," she replied. I feel pretty good." Then she lowered her eyes from his gaze, knowing she probably felt good because she had somehow managed to catnap right under the nose of her own boss. "Sleep time." Damien said soothingly. June's eyebrows arched at the words Damien had spoken. They sounded familiar, but she knew they weren't. "Huh?" she responded. Then, "Ohhhhhhh." Damien smiled as he watched his secretary's eyelids flutter for a few seconds then slam shut. Her shoulders sagged down and her head drooped forward even more then it had before toward her chest. Her breathing settled quickly into a deep and even pattern. June tried, but just couldn't keep her eyelids open. She couldn't understand what was happening to her. What must Damien think of me, she thought as she lost the final battle to stop them from doing what she did not want them to do. They had shut all by themselves as wave after wave of the most glorious tiredness she had never experienced before in her life washed over her mind and body, over and over again. It was just too much for her, and too nice to resist. And finally, June surrendered completely to the relaxing waves as they washed her mind deeper and deeper to a very restful and calm place. "Are you back in your special place where it's so ... nice and warm and safe?" he asked her. "Where everything I tell you to experience, you 'will' experience, and everything I tell you to feel, you 'will' feel, because 'everything' that happens in your special place to you will .. seem so right ... and so perfectly natural that ... everything will seem like ... it was 'your' idea in the first place and ... you will want to do 'everything' that is suggested ...because ... you would have thought of doing that anyway ... in your special place. Isn't that true?" Everything her boss said made sense, June thought. What was the point of having a special place to go to if you couldn't do whatever you liked? And it 'was' so nice. "Yes." she replied dreamily. Damien smiled. Total success, in all quarters. He sat and watched June closely, leaving her alone with her thoughts and only one of his. `"Go deeper asleep ... now." he said. June felt herself drifting deeper and deeper down in her own mind. Wave after wave of gentle, drowsy relaxation washed over her mind and body from head to toe. She felt wonderful and so sleepy. * * * * * * "June?" Damien tested in his normal talking voice. "Yes?" she answered, sounding to him as if she were being summoned from a far away place she'd rather remain. "How do you feel?" "Wonderful." June replied. And as she said it her voice sounded different to herself somehow. "Do you realise what's happened to you?" Damien questioned. Well, of course she did, June thought. She was taking time out, just as he said she could. And, it was lovely. She felt calm and relaxed. So very relaxed. "Yes." she answered. "I'm taking time out, like you said." Damien smiled. "That's fine. You're doing perfectly. And now, you can allow yourself to feel very warm and very comfortable all throughout your mind, and all over your body." June smiled at the thought. She already felt like that anyway. But strangely, the more she now thought about it, the more comfortable and the more relaxed she felt. "I think you'd feel even more comfortable," he went on. "If you were to be alone right now in your special place, where your privacy could be assured. And you could really let yourself go and enjoy your special time out in as many special and relaxing and enjoyable ways that you might want to. Don't you think that's a good idea? To be all alone with nothing and no-one except the soothing sound of my voice which you can hardly hear anyway?" What a great idea, June thought. Yes, she decided for herself. I 'would' rather be by myself. After all, it is 'my' special place. And Damien was right. His voice was sounding further and further away. "Yes." she answered finally. "That's fine. Go there now, to your special place, in any way you want to, to wherever you want to, so that you're all alone with nothing and no-one with you to disturb your privacy except the soothing sound of my voice, which you can hardly even notice being with you except to listen to and not notice at all, just as part of the background, like good music, listened to, but never noticed. Go there now, and tell me when you're all alone and very private in your special place. Will you do that for me?" "Yes." June replied immediately. She wanted to go there for her special time out. Then, into her mind came the image of her last holiday in Vanuatu, in her apartment. She had just returned from snorkelling and was dressed in her bikini's as she came in through her apartment door and locked it behind her. When she could see the door was locked and the air conditioner was turned on she knew she was there. She could smell the salt in the air, even after it had been through the air purifier. "I'm here." she said slowly. "Where are you?" Damien asked her. "In my holiday apartment in Vanuatu." she answered. "What are you wearing?" he asked next. "My bikini." she replied. "I've just come back from snorkelling. It was great." June could see clearly in her mind the beautiful shapes and colours of the coral she had seen beneath the crystal clear waters of the Pacific ocean. Damien thought for a moment before he spoke next. Then, in a flash, he knew where he was going, or rather, where he was going to take her. "June?" he began. "In a moment I'm going to ask you to open your eyes. When I do that, you will allow your eyes to open, but you will remain always deeply in your special place, never leaving it for a moment, and always being totally and completely alone. You will always hear the sound of my voice, like good music, always listened to, but never noticed. You will be completely alone and not even aware of my physical presence, and will not notice the sound of my voice, even though you are listening to it like good music in the background of your special place. Do you understand." "Yes." she answered. "Allow your eyes to open now." he said soothingly. June allowed her eyes to open and saw her room. She smiled. She was sitting at a writing desk. Damien held his breath as her eyes opened. He watched her look around the desk, but not at him, as if he simply were not there. He smiled. "June?" he asked. "Yes?" "Do remember telling me that you've just come back from snorkelling, dressed in your bikini?" he asked. "Yes." "You must have put your clothes back on somewhere because you are still fully dressed. Can you see that? You must have stopped somewhere." he told her. June looked down at herself. She was flabbergasted. How could that be. She hadn't stopped anywhere. She was sure she would have remembered it. But there she was. Damien was right, as always. She was fully dressed again. She shook her head slowly from side to side, trying to remember where it was she had stopped and dressed again. Damien watched as June slowly shook her head from side to side and smiled at the puzzled expression on her face. "Never mind." he said. "It doesn't matter now, anyway. You back in the absolute privacy of your own apartment now and nobody can see you, so you can take your clothes off now and have that shower you were planning to have so you can wash all that salt off your body before you start to itch. Then you'll feel all clean and fresh again, just like you want to. Does that sound like a good idea?" Yes it did, June agreed. Her hands began to undo the buttons on her blouse, beginning at the top button. She was looking forward to the hot shower. She loved the fresh feeling afterward and after swimming in the open sea. It made her feel alive. She undid the last button and slipped the blouse from each shoulder, dropping it on the floor. Then she reached behind herself and released the clasp of her bra, allowing it to drop to the floor and land on top of her blouse. Without thinking what she was doing she rubbed her hands over the soft underbelly of each breast. "Mmmmm." she said aloud. That always felt so good to get out of that bra. Damien's loins stirred and twitched as he watched June sensually rubbing back and forth beneath each full, jutting breast. Her nipples began to stiffen and swell, and when he heard her moan at the sense of her own touch against her flesh he felt himself harden instantly. His hand found his restlessness and gripped it tightly in readjusting it as he watched his secretary stand up and slip off her dress and underwear. Then she stretched her hands high above her head, gripping her fingers together as she did so. It was almost more than he could bear. He readjusted himself for the second time in as many minutes. "It feels good when you rub your breasts like that. Doesn't it?" he asked her. "Yes." she answered immediately. "I hate wearing a bra." "Yes." Damien agreed. "And it felt sexy as well. Isn't that true?" "Mmmm. Yes." she said, her hands finding her breasts and cupping them gently to squeeze and lift them both. "Almost as nice as softly feeling your special secret place between your legs. So warm and sexy to the feel of your own gentle touch. Isn't that true?" he said. June knew Damien was right and nodded with her answer. "Ooohh yess." He always seemed to be right lately. He never used to be. But he was now. She reached down between her thighs and cupped herself, feeling the softness of her lush downy thatch as her fingers slid smoothly between the soft crease of her junction. "And now that you're all alone and it's been a long time since you've masturbated standing up, I bet it would feel really exciting to do it in your special apartment here where no-one can see you having so much personal fun and excitement while you're on your holiday and taking time out. Don't you think?" June felt her fingers reach deeply and intimately between her thighs. "Oohhhh yesss." she moaned aloud. She always enjoyed her own gentle touch, always wishing men could be as gentle with her as she was with herself. She widened her stance and deepened her sliding, circling touch, feeling her breath deepen to a hoarse pant as it always did when she masturbated at home in her unit. Her long fingers delved deeply inside herself, while others rounded and circled the pleasure jewel of her Nile. She felt the nectar of her arousement begin to flood her jewellery case in preparation for her own ultimate conclusion she knew was just around the corner and quickened the self-pleasuring actions of both her hands and all of her long, slender fingers. Her breathing rasped in short, sharp pants, as she bent slightly at the knees. Her mouth opened wide as her breasts swung with her heaving chest as she sought more oxygen to take her to the top of her passion mountain. Her loins flamed and her fingers torched her flesh with pleasure and rapture that seemed different somehow, as if she were feeling everything for the very first time. Her palms were slickened and glistened from the freely flowing wine of her own moist centre, rubbing, circling, dipping and diving frantically between her open thighs and buttocks for the last piece of rapturous feeling that would send her over the top. When she found it, and then instantly felt her hips and thighs began to jerk uncontrollably, all by themselves June knew her flaming end was upon her. She gave herself up, body and soul to her moment, totally and very completely. "Oooohhhhhh, god!" she moaned aloud. "Ooooohhh, yesssssssss! Ooooooooohh, god!" Her hands worked furiously to heighten her tumbling fall from her own dizzy heights. She thrust her loins hard against her slipping and sliding palms, gripping herself fiercely between the legs and squeezing tightly for a few long seconds. "Ooooooooh, Jeeeeeeesssuss!" she cried aloud. "Ooohhmygod, yesssssss! Yyyyeeeeesssss!" Damien was as hard as a rock, completely mesmerised himself from the sight taking place in front of his eyes. His testicles ached and it was only when he glanced down at himself he realised he had been crushing himself. He released some of the gripping pressure on his twitching groin, watching his secretary pleasure herself to rapturous completion before his own captured gaze. He stared at her. Her eyes were closed and her mouth hung open. Her breathing came in huge gasps as her chest rose and fell rapidly while she settled. Her breasts jiggled this way and that and finally she straightened her stance and sighed loudly as she rubbed her slickened palms all over and under and around each full breast, lingering long on each self-greased nipple between the slippery fingers and thumbs of her glistening hands. And she was smiling as she did so. God, Damien thought as he readjusted his burning loins for the last time. That was the sexiest scene I have ever had the good fortune to witness in my entire life. "Rest now." was all he could think to say to her. He needed one himself. He watched her relax physically. Her breathing slowed rapidly and her arms fell limp and loose by her sides. Then, "Get dressed again now." he told her. "Someone may knock on your door at any moment." Then he watched in physical agony as she quickly dressed herself. "Sit down now." he told her when she'd done up the last button. And when she'd done that and settled back down into the chair he continued. "In a moment I'm going to snap my fingers and you will instantly leave your special place, but you will be going back there many, many times if you want. You will remember nothing except how wonderfully relaxed and satisfied you feel in your mind and your body. You will think you dozed off again while I was talking about my new book to you. Do you understand clearly?" "Yes." June answered. As long as she could come back to her special place again many, many times, like Damien had just told her she would do anything. It was heaven and 'then' some. Damien snapped his fingers and began talking immediately. "And if I can ever get one of my stories published," he said. "I'll pay you back for all the good ideas you always give me. I don't know how you do it, June. I'm really grateful to you again." June blinked her eyes several times. Oh, no! She thought. I've done it again! Her face reddened with embarrassment at doing the same thing twice in the one day. Then suddenly she realised that Damien was smiling at her very warmly and thanking her for her ideas. Her mind raced, but for the life of her she couldn't recall what she had said. God, she was having a bad-hair day, but she felt so good, so relaxed. Finally her thoughts decided it must have been the heat responsible for her day and she locked back onto the sound of his voice. "You'll have to tell me about your holiday in Vanuatu sometime." Damien said to her as he rose from his chair and gestured toward his office door. June rose and walked with him to the door, her mind screaming. As he opened it for her she smiled, but on the inside her mind raced. She had never mentioned her holiday in Vanuatu to Damien. That had happened long before she had come to work for him. She was positive she hadn't. Had she? God, she thought. What a fucking day! It wasn't often that June swore, silently or aloud, but when she thought it then she became acutely aware of the wetness and the warmth between her legs and sighed. Then her face reddened more than any other time that day as she thought of the possibility of her daydreaming about Vanuatu and imagining herself to an orgasm as she sat in front of her boss, 'while' he was talking to her. June was grateful he was standing behind her as he closed the door. Again she felt the deep warmth and wetness, knowing she never got that warm or that wet unless she 'had' orgasmed, and her ears burned with shame and embarrassment all the way as she hurried down the hallway to the toilet to check. Damien sat back in his chair and smiled, satisfied with his morning's work, and already planning his next day's events ... starting with a return visit to Vanuatu. He made a mental note as his gaze fell upon the object of his latest and dearest affection. It's hot there, too, he noted. He mustn't forget to take his little plastic fan. * * * * * * * * The End by Mesmer. Standard Disclaimer - If you enjoyed this hypnosis/mind-control story, please email your thanks to the much appreciated person at for publishing it here for me, for you to read - Thank you.- Mesmer. THE FLIGHT INSTRUCTOR Chapter I John Smith was a forty-two year old flight instructor with a small, but popular flight training centre-popular because most of the students at the busy little school were his. He worked for the school on a contract basis, taking an initial trial introductory prospective for their first interview, aptitude test, and short airborne coordination flight to ascertain whether or not they had two left feet. And the prospective student always came back and enrolled in a flying course for their private pilot licence. But that was always a foregone conclusion as far as John was concerned. His employer wondered and often asked how he did it, but John would always just smile and tell him he was having a good-hair day again, and leave it at that. What seemed even stranger to John's employer, as well as the other flight instructors was that John had never yet succeeded in signing up any male students, of which he had plenty of prospects supplied. It seemed to everyone who was interested enough to notice, that all of John's students, were women. And now, at one-thirty on a Friday afternoon he had another one. She was a thirty- nine year old housewife who had always wanted to fly, but with raising kids and looking after her household, had never had the chance or the finances to pursue her dream. She came to the school to see if they thought she had the aptitude to succeed. Not wanting to lose a prospective customer, the manager had given her to John, as he did with most of the female applicants, unless John wasn't available. John had taken her into the interview room and had closed the door, hanging out the 'Do not disturb' sign on the knob on the outside, and discreetly turning his back after he'd closed it and flicking the snib lock to 'up', and actually locking the door from the inside. He didn't want any interruptions during the 'interview' process. John wasn't an evil or a bad person. He just liked to have some fun, without anybody ever getting hurt, and, with him, nobody ever did, nor did they ever complain or fail to achieve the pilot licence. He walked over and picked up his special model aircraft and placed it on the desk in front of the smiling woman, noticing she looked excited, although a little bit nervous. He smiled warmly at her, observing a little of the tension leave her face immediately. Then he sat down across the desk from her and smiled once again. "Tell me a little of yourself." he said to her, their formal introductions having already been dispensed with at the front counter. The woman named Sandy Robinson smiled a half- smile back at him as he settled back to listen to how much of herself she was going to display. "Well." she began. "I'm a house wife, or I was, rather. I'm divorced now. Twelve months ago, actually. I have two children, sixteen and eighteen, a boy and a girl. And I now have the time to learn to fly-something I've always wanted to do fro as long as I can remember, but you know how it is-family and husband and all that." John watched her shrug when she said the word, 'husband.' He thought her husband must have been a fool to let her go, or maybe she let him go. No matter, he decided. He'd find out in the fullness of time. He always did, and they always told him-everything. He smiled at her, not saying anything, just waiting for her to say everything she'd planned on saying. When he didn't speak she drew breath to continue. "When I looked up all the flying schools in the book," she went on. "Yours was the only one who advertised some type of assessment as to whether prospective students were even capable of learning. So I figured you must be an honest school because of that." John smiled genuinely. "Thank you, Sandy." he said, and then went silent again. He could tell she wasn't yet finished what she had planned to say. The negativity should come next, if predictability ran true to form, which it usually did. "I'm really not sure if I can do it." she began again. "I was never any good at maths at school. Wasn't interested in it really. But I'm hoping if I show that I'm keen enough, maybe you'll be able to teach me what I have to learn and know. But I haven't studied for years. I wouldn't even know how to now." John maintained his polite smile in a fixed position on his face. She should be just about done, except for the final question they always asked. He waited patiently while she waited for him to speak. He said nothing. "Do you think I could learn, and get my pilot licence?" she said after realising he wasn't going to say anything else. That was it, John concluded. This was the point where they wanted him to speak. They'd said their piece and were always grateful unknowingly for him allowing to talk uninterrupted, until they reached that exact point in time that she'd reached right now as she looked open-eyed at him expectantly, as if he had the answer to all of life's problems for them. He drew breath to speak, noticing her settle back a little more into her chair when she saw him getting ready to speak. He smiled warmly at her. "Sandy," he began, getting her used to his familiarity from the beginning. "Anybody can do anything they want to, if they really want to. The fact that you haven't studied for a long time, and that you never liked maths much doesn't really come into it at all." He saw the relief begin around her mouth as it relaxed into a hopeful smile at hearing the words she had been hoping he would say. "All that really matters to you is that you really want to commit just a little of your serious, quality time to achieving your dream, and then everything will happen, just as you want it to." he told her genuinely. Now he waited for the next question they always asked at t his point. So he stopped talking and again invoked his patience. "Do I have a choice in my instructors?" Sandy asked right on cue. John smiled. "Of course you do." he told her. "Did you have anybody in mind?" Sandy looked down at the model plane on the desk for a few seconds. She wondered if he would think her forward, then decided what the hell and said it anyway. "Would you be available to teach me?" she said with a smile. "I think I could learn from you. And I don't want to be thought of or treated just like a dollar. Besides, you're more my age. I think I'd feel more comfortable with you." John smiled at the predictability of the average prospective student in his profession. "Yes." he answered her, seeing her smile broaden instantly. "But first I have to complete an assessment report on your coordination." Sandy felt her smile vanish without her control. She hated tests. "Don't look so worried." John reassured her immediately. "I'll help you and then let you know how you went before we even leave this room. After all, that was the main reason you selected us. Wasn't it?" Sandy felt relieved again. She had chosen well in selecting this school and meeting him. He seemed really professional and friendly-just the sort of teacher she had always wanted at school, but never managed to be lucky enough to get. It was probably why she never really did very well, she figured as she watched him politely watching her. She nodded in answer to his question. John leaned over and picked up the model aircraft off the desk and held it up in front of his chin. It was a single engine model of a world war two spitfire-an exact replica. But it was more than that. It had a larger than normal propellor that actually turned. There was a tiny button underneath the belly of the model. When it was pressed, a small battery inside the fuselage of the model activated the propellor and it would spin at a rate especially selected by John, expressly for the purposes of holding the concentration of anyone who happened to be looking at it. The propellor itself had been painted with an especially designed spiral of luminescent paint that glowed in the dark, thereby enhancing the hypnotic effect of the spinning hypnotic spiralling propellor in the mind and consciousness of the observer. "This is a model aircraft, as you can see, Sandy." John told her, flicking the propellor with his finger and spinning it a little. "You will be starting off in a single engine plane similar in the number of engines as this one. What we're going to do now is to just check on the strength of your ability to concentrate and relax at the same time. I'm going to turn off the light so you can really do your best." John paused for a moment and flicked the propellor, making it spin again until it would down, giving Sandy a chance to experience a little of what she would seen experience in full. " In the future," he continued. "you'll want to learn how to fly at night, and testing your ability to relax and concentrate at the same time in the dark is the best way to find out if you've really got what it takes to relax and concentrate at the same time. That's why our students always pass their final flight test on their first attempt. I'll turn on the small desk lamp over there in the corner in a moment, so we can see what we're doing, but generally, it will be fairly dark, except for the propellor of the aircraft. It will be spinning and you'll always be able to see that quite clearly, and hear the sound of my voice. All I want you to do is to follow the sound of my voice as if I was your co-pilot and telling you instructions on what to do, just like I really will be doing when you fly off on your first solo flight. How does all this sound so far?" Sandy was beside herself. It was all so exciting. And he was already talking of her first solo. Her pulse quickened a little and she could feel the excitement building as her heart began to hammer against her ribs. John got up and walked over to the desk lamp well behind where Sandy was sitting and turned it on. Then he walked tot he door and turned off the overhead flourescent light. The room was immediately plunged into almost darkness, except from the dull glow of the desk lamp throwing off a small ray of light that John had purposely directed at the floor. Then he walked back to where Sandy was sitting and stood sat down in a chair beside her, reaching across the table and picking up the model aircraft. He placed it down immediately in front of her. "Now, Sandy." he said. "I'm going to ask you to watch the spinning propellor and concentrate on relaxing and nothing else while you listen to the sound of my voice. Any other sounds you may hear you can just let go and ignore, just like you would in flight. If you find your thoughts wandering, just bring them gently back to the centre of the propellor and back to relaxing all over while you listen to the sound of my voice. It may seem at times like you feel like you're drifting off, but that's okay. That's when you'll know you're really succeeding in the assessment. The aim of this mission is to see how much you can relax and concentrate on nothing but relaxing while you listen to the sound of my voice as I speak to you and guide you with my instructions." Sandy was hanging on every word he said. Her heart thumped with adrenalin as she listened. The darkness didn't bother her in the slightest. This was obviously the way they did these kind of tests. Besides, everything John had said made complete sense so far. John pressed the switch beneath the model aircraft's belly. The propellor began spinning at the pre-set rate instantly, and the brightly-glowing spiral spun endlessly toward the centre, yet never actually reaching it. He looked at Sandy, rather than the propellor. He knew how powerful an effect it could have and didn't want to get caught up in it himself. "Just watch the propellor ... and ... relax into the spiral" he softly guided her. "Your mind ...should be feeling ... the relaxing effect ... already becoming calm and peaceful ... Just allow yourself to ... go with it completely and ... let go ... Don't try to make anything happen ... and ... don't try to stop anything from happening ... Just allow everything to happen ... naturally ... just as ... it wants to ... and ... let yourself go ... completely relaxed ...and calm ... and peacefully ... letting go of ... every thought ... in your mind ... except how good it feels to ... relax ... and ... let go ... so completely." John watched closely in the semi-darkness as Sandy's eyes blinked more and more slowly until finally they closed gently down and shut. Her head lolled forward a little. Her shoulders sagged. Sandy didn't know what was happening to her and she didn't really care. John's soothing, slow voice sounded so relaxing. He really was helping her to relax. Which meant he was actually helping her with the assessment. She wondered if he was this helpful with everyone on their first assessment. "Relax deeply ... into whatever you're feeling ... right now...and go deeper ... even more." John guided her. "Just allow the propellor to ... do its work and ... help you to relax." The glowing spiral was pulling her into the centre and there didn't seem to be a thing she could do about it, nor did she want to. She felt too relaxed to even try not to let it happen. All she could hear was the soft, soothing sound of John's voice, and that was making her more and more relaxed by the passing second. "When your eyes ... become so tired," John continued soothingly. "and ... so heavy ... you just ... can't keep them open ... even if you wanted to ... allow them to close ... all by themselves ... that's okay ... Allow them to close ... whenever they want to and ... relax ... ten times as deeply as .. you are relaxed... right now." Sandy lost all sense of where she was and she didn't care. Her mind began to float as if drifting on a cloud. Even John's voice began to fade in and out as she drifted. When her eyes closed all by themselves she seemed to relax ten times as deeply as she had been already, although she could still imagine the spinning spiral in her imagination. It was so compelling to look at. So soft. Pulling her in. Making her sleepy and drowsy. Drifting and floating on a cloud that was so soft and so comfortable, wrapping its fluffy arms gently around her. Time for a little test, John decided after waiting for several minutes for Sandy to firmly entrench herself in her own relaxation, knowing that in doing that alone, she would unknowingly take herself even more deeply down into her trance. "I know ... you're feeling ... very wonderful and ... very, very relaxed and ... calm and warm ... and safe, Sandy," he began. "And... you can hear me ... perfectly ... and ... you can speak to me clearly ... when I ask you to. That is true. Isn't it?" Sandy slowly nodded her head. She felt too relaxed to even get her throat to wet up enough to even work. In fact, even nodding her head seemed to take a lot of effort. And John's voice sounded so far away. She would have to listen very carefully or she'd miss what he said, she decided, as she floated around on a fluffy white cloud. "Tell me what you're experiencing right now, Sandy." he asked her. It took almost thirty seconds before she answered him. He watched her swallow several times so she could speak. When she did it was slow and dreamy as if she was half asleep, or talking in her sleep. "Fluffy .. white .. cloud." she mumbled. "Wrapped around me ... all warm...and snug." John smiled. Now he had what he needed to take her really deeply. "Yes, Sandy." he told her. "And that fluffy white cloud is ... wrapped around you ... just like your mother's arms ... used to be .. making you ... feel so safe and ... so warm and ... listening only to the ... sound of my voice...so soothing... just like your mother's..and ... you always listened to ... your mother's voice in ... everything she told you ... Isn't that true?" "Yees." Sandy answered, slowly nodding her head at the same time. "And you ... always did ... whatever she told you ... all the time ... because you ... always wanted her to ... make you feel so warm and ... so safe and ... so relaxed ... just like you do now so ... you always wanted to do willingly ... always ... everything she told you ... no matter what it was ... without question and ... without doubt and ... without thinking about it even ... because ... everything she told you ... must have been for your own good so it ... must have been right ... and correct ... and natural ... perfectly natural ... That's why you always did ... exactly as you were told ... whenever you ... felt like you do now ... so warm and safe ... or she would ... take this feeling away from you if you didn't ... do exactly what you were told ... which is why ... you will always do ... exactly what you're told ... whatever it is ... without even thinking about it as anything but ... perfectly natural ... even when you're doing it ... without thinking and ... without question ... Isn't that true?" Everything he said made perfect sense, Sandy thought, as her consciousness drifted around on the soft, white fluffy cloud. And no, she didn't want this feeling to go away. Her mother really did make her feel like this whenever she was cuddled by her. It always felt very comfortable and natural to do whatever she was told. She could remember. "That's fine, Sandy." John told her soothingly. "You're doing perfectly. "And in the future ... whenever you want to feel like you feel right now ... all you have to do is to ... listen to my voice only ... say the words of your secret trance key ...'sleep time' ... and your conscious mind will ... surrender instantly ... immediately ... and completely to your unconscious mind and ... bring you back to feeling ... exactly the way you feel right now ... so warm ... and soft ... and cuddled ... and safe ... all wrapped up warmly in your ... fluffy white cloud and ... your mother's loving and protective warm arms ... Whenever you ... hear my voice only ... say the special words of your secret trance key ... 'sleep time'... you will go instantly ... and immediately ... to sleep and ... really enjoy every ... beautiful ... and wonderful feeling ... and sensation that ... you're feeling right now ... And you would like to ... feel that way ... whenever I say your trance key ... 'sleep time' ... isn't that true?" What a great idea, Sandy thought. My own special, secret trance key I can use to feel like this whenever he says it. Now why didn't I ever think of something like that? She felt on top of the world. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt so wonderful within herself. "Yes." she answered agreeably, nodding her head at the same time. "And when you hear me ... snap my fingers," John began to close. "you can leave your fluffy white cloud for a little while ... forgetting everything I've said .. knowing you can ... always go back to it ... forgetting everything I've said ... when you ... hear your trance key with the ... sound of my voice only. When I snap my fingers ... you will feel awake and alert ... and absolutely terrific in every way ... and will always do exactly what you're told ... so you can come back here ... whenever I say your trance key and ... do exactly as you're told ... without question ... and without doubt and ... without even thinking anything ... except that everything is perfectly natural ... and correct .. in every way ... and really enjoy everything ... you're feeling right now. Are you happy? ... to completely agree ... with that suggestion?" "Yes." Sandy replied. She didn't really want to leave her fluffy white cloud, but she could always come back, just like John said. Whenever she heard her special secret trance key. Sandy marvelled at what a great idea that was. A trance key. Amazingly simple and natural. John stood up, snapped his fingers, then walked to the door and turned on the overhead light. Then he walked to the table and pressed the switch on the model aircraft. It had done its work successfully, again. He watched Sandy blink several times. Then she began to rub her eyes as she stifled a yawn, and then grinned at him in embarrassment. "Oh..I'm..I'm sorry!" she apologised. John smiled. "That's okay." he said as he sat down opposite her. "What happened?" Sandy asked. "Did I go to sleep? I had the most wonderful dream if I did. I was all wrapped up in a cloud with my mother's arms around me. Ooohhh. It was beautifully relaxing." "You passed the assessment easily." John told her grinning widely. Sandy's heart thumped excitedly. She couldn't actually remember what she'd done to pass it, but who cared. She'd passed, and that was all she wanted to hear from him. Sandy was as happy as she'd ever felt. She felt healthy and happy and her mind felt like it had a shroud lifted up from it. Her thoughts were crystal clear. She looked directly into John's eyes and smiled warmly. "I feel really terrific!" she said. "When do we start training? I want to start as soon as possible." "Sleep time." John said as he looked directly into her wide-open and excited eyes. "Huh?" Sandy replied instantly, caught off-guard by his strange comment. "Sleep what?" She must have miss-heard him. Then suddenly, a wave of the most beautiful relaxation, stronger than she had ever felt before, even on her most exhausting day began to wash over her mind and body like a curtain coming down after a show on stage-a large, soft, warm and safe curtain that she could wrap herself up in. And then she did. It was just too irresistible to resist. Her eyes grew heavier and heavier as she began to lose herself in the depths of John's warm and soft, relaxing gaze. "Sleep time." Sandy heard John say that same strange word again. Yet it sounded familiar, almost as if it belonged to her, and only to her. She felt her eyelids close all by themselves and didn't want to fight the wonderful feeling of such deep, warm comfort, let alone resist it in any way whatsoever. So she simply surrendered to the feeling completely and let herself go. John watched and smiled inside and out as Sandy's trance key did the job perfectly that it had been designed to do. It always did, and, he knew from experience, lots of it, that it always would. So, Sandy wanted to start her training right away? Well, he thought with a smile. He would be happy to grant her wish. "Sandy?" he said softly. "Can you hear me clearly?" "Yes." she answered dreamily. "Stand up quickly now and take off all your clothes, dear." John said in a motherly tone. "John wants to start your special training now, and I want you to as well, just like you've always wanted to, and now you can, so you can be the best and happiest student pilot in the world, and I can be very proud of you. And Sandy, I want you to be a good little girl and do everything he tells you, because we both know it's all for your own good. You and I both know John knows exactly what you need to be happy. Listen and follow his instructions and suggestions to the letter-without question and without even thinking about them. You know now that they are all perfectly correct and natural, as you and I both know. And Sandy, I really want you to put all of your heart and soul into enjoying everything he tells you to do with him. Is that alright with you." "Yes, mother." Sandy replied with a dreamy smile in her voice and on her face as she stood up and began quickly unbuttoning her blouse. "It's perfectly alright with me." John settled back in his seat, picking up the model spitfire and began to flick its propellor as he watched Sandy finish her disrobing for him until she stood before him in all her naked glory, eyes closed and smiling beautifully. Then he smiled a familiar smile, knowing Sandy would receive from her pilot training, everything her little heart and body desired ... including her pilot licence. Another Happy Ending. (by Mesmer) (Stay tuned for progress reports on Sandy's airborne training.) HYPNOSIS/MIND-CONTROL (PURE FICTION) "THAT LITTLE BIT EXTRA " ( by Mesmer) (c) Chapter 1 "Anne, the Speed Skater" John sat quietly eating the last of his sandwiches in the corner cafe as he watched and listened to his friend Bill whinge and complain about not being able to get the best out of his athletes whenever they performed. Bill was the head coach at the local university, in charge of all of the athletes and responsible to the athletics committee, and as such always found him under the gun from them if his athlete's performance were not within the first three place-gettings. "I know they've got it in them." Bill said, knowing that John couldn't give him any easy answers, but it felt good just getting it off his chest after the berating he received from the athletics committee that morning. He was told that if his athletes couldn't achieve a place somewhere in the first three, then he mustn't be doing his job. And they had left it at that - an unveiled threat, if ever he'd heard one. "But when push comes to shove some of them just don't seem capable of putting in that little bit extra it takes to keep them within the first three places." John smiled sympathetically at his friend's plight, knowing how the whole conversation was going to end, and, he couldn't be more pleased for accepting Bill's invitation to lunch that day. "Are they good athletes in general?" he asked Bill. "You know what I mean, not slackers in training or anything like that?" "No, they're not!" Bill said emphatically. "That's what I can't understand. They work, the ones who are always just missing out on a place in the first three, I mean, they work as hard as anyone else in any other area of the athlete squad. Maybe it's the pressure. I don't know. I do know that I have to cut them from the squad if their next performance meet doesn't see them somewhere in the first three places. And if they don't make, well, I'll probably be the next one to be cut, permanently. If there was only a couple of them it wouldn't seem so much my fault, but there's ten of them. I've done my best, John. Honest. Bill paused to take a long, slow, deep breath. "All of my other athletes easily get there. I just don't know what to do with this lot. None of the advanced performance techniques have seemed to work. I've just plain run out of ideas now." John had decided not to interrupt, preferring instead to let his friend get it all off his chest. He finished the last of his coffee just as Bill finished talking with a loud sigh. Bill just sat there looking at him, as if waiting for him to say something. "What?" John asked, shrugging his shoulders. "I know." Bill said with another long sigh. "I just wanted to whinge, I guess. I know you don't have any answers. I felt like talking, that's all." Bill wished his friend, John, or someone could give him an answer or two. For sure as hell, he didn't have any of his own at this point. John smiled at Bill as he raised his glass to finish his coffee. Bill's brow furrowed slightly. "It's not nice to laugh at a friend's misfortune." Bill said dryly as he placed his empty coffee cup back down on the table. "I'm not laughing." John said, still smiling. "I'm smiling. I might be able to help." Bill's face lit up. His pulse quickened at the thought of help from any quarter, even if it came from out of left field through his friend John. "I'm all ears." "No guarantees, mind you." John told him. "But, I did manage to help a friend of mine some years ago with a fairly similar problem. He managed a racing car driver who was having a sort of confidence problem in pushing his car to the limit as he went into corners. It was in the corners that his driver, who was quite good, actually, was losing his races. The other drivers took him out and passed him every single time. He would get as far ahead as he could in the straights, but they always caught him and overtook in the corners when his speed slowed just that little bit. I worked with him for a little while and everything worked out. I didn't do all that much, really- just showed him how he could get that little bit more out of himself, rather than depending on his car to do all the work." By the time John had finished Bill was smiling widely. His pulse had definitely quickened and he could see his problems solved already. The gods had sent his friend John to him on this day, surely. And he would be eternally grateful. "Would you be willing?" Bill asked. "I'd be happy to." John answered. "But remember, no guarantees. I'll do my best. And if they're hard working athletes and want to give that little bit more, then I believe I can convince them to give it, willingly." "They are good athletes, John. Every single one of them. It's got them beat as much as it has me. They, and I just don't know where they're going wrong or what to do about it." Bill said in defence of his athletes. "Okay." John told his friend. "When can I meet them? "Whenever you want." "As soon as possible then. Sooner I get started the sooner you start getting results." John said. "I'll see them as a group first, and then I'll need to work with each one individually, and privately. Sometimes there's some deep-seated issues that need resolving within themselves before they can hope to move forward." "I understand." Bill answered, thanking his lucky stars that he had a psychotherapist for a friend. What a stroke of luck. "Phone me with a set up time." John said. I've got to fly. Got a two o'clock appointment. Okay?" "I will. You can count on a call before the day is out. I'll see them and tell them all about it. I can tell you they'll be as excited as I am." Bill said, grinning widely. Chapter II The ten athletes sat in the coach's lecture room, three abreast toward the back of the room, with one on her own in the back row. Bill sat behind his desk introducing John as he stood beside it and looked around at the sea of faces in front of him. John was surprised they were all girls. And they were each from a different sport arena. Speed skating on ice, tennis, swimming, diving, running, javelin, shot-put, high-jump, wrestling, and gymnastics. John smiled. It wasn't hard to see which girl belonged to the shot-put arena. She sat in the second row-shoulders two axe-handles wide. Same with the high-jump girl who he reckoned sat beside her. Very tall and very slim, almost to the point of anorexia, John mused, as he continued to scan the faces of each while Bill wound down his introductory comments about them all wanting to be willing to cooperate with whatever was suggested to them, since nothing they were doing at the moment was working in any way. Bill then asked for a show of hands for their absolute dedication to do whatever it took to get the job done-and he got it. Every girl's arm shot straight up in the air. John smiled inside. Their dedication was most certainly there. Now all he had to do to give them and Bill what they wanted was to rechannel it more effectively, after he found any psychological blocks that might be lurking unnoticed in any of their subconscious minds. Bill then handed over to John. John decided to come on strong, right from the beginning. He knew it would pay dividends for both they and he in the near-fullness of time. And time he didn't have a lot of if he was to get them up to scratch by their next meet in a few weeks, as he intended to. "You don't have to believe in how I can help you." John began. "Only that I believe I can. As long as you're showing me your complete and willing cooperation, everything will work out just as you all want it to, to everyone's satisfaction, I'm sure. If I think you're trying to analyse what I'm doing, or question it in any way, instead of doing as I suggest, I'll refer you back to Bill as uncooperative. And I won't be working with you again. Is that clear? There will be no second chances. What you're doing now, as Bill has already told me with regards being cut if you don't improve in your individual areas, this is your last chance. So don't blow it. I'm helping you out as a favour to Bill. There will be no charge. So if your not serious, say so now, or let's get to work so your lives can unfold the way you'd like. Any questions?" John looked straight at Bill as soon as he'd finished speaking. Bill's face was deadly serious. John smiled inside. He'd bluffed Bill. And he was sure he'd bluffed the others. A lot of them were attending the university on athletic scholarships, and if they didn't measure up in their chosen athletic field they'd lose that scholarship and have to leave. It was simple as that, and he knew they knew it. What's more, he knew they knew he knew it, too. John turned back to face the sea of serious faces all staring stony-faced and hopeful at him. Not a word was said or a sound made. Good he thought. Now they know who's boss. Then he smiled. No sense in making them afraid of him. "Relax." he told them all. "It needed to be established exactly what the ground rules are. Now that we understand one another you can rest assured that next to your mother and Bill here, you can count on me as your best friend until your next athletic meet. After that, you won't need me any more. Until then, you will, and I'll be here for you, any time, day or night, for any reinforcement that may be necessary so you can stand on your own two feet, both physically and mentally. And you may as well know now, it's your mental feet that are weak, not your physical ones. And that's exactly what we are going to work-on your mental athletics. You are, under no circumstances, whatsoever, to discuss with anyone, including each other, or your families, boyfriends, or even Bill here, the nature of your training with me. Each of you will be treated separately and especially for you, and your needs alone. What works for you might work against another, and you don't want to be responsible for that. It will only serve to undermine the final and desired effect for the whole lot of you. These are my rules to help you in the manner you wish. Don't break them. Any questions before I allocate names and dates and times?" A little dependance and uncertainty would only serve to increase their willing cooperation, John thought, as he waited for any questions from them. There were none. He turned to face Bill and handed him the list of names, dates and times for each of them. Bill had phoned him earlier with the information. All of the work he intended to do would be done here in Bill's office after hours, commencing at eight o'clock, or outside in the adjacent gymnasium, if necessary. There would be no visitors. "I look forward to working with you very much." he told them all as he turned back to face them. Bill will give each of you a copy of your schedule. Be late just once, or miss an appointment, and that's it. You're out! See you then. Good night, Bill." Bill shook John's hand and waited until he left his office before speaking to the quiet group of girls who sat facing him. When he heard the door close he stood up and walked around to the front of his desk, leaning his butt back against it as he folded his arms across his chest and put on his most stern face- one that they'd all seen many times before. "I want you to remember how lucky you are." he told them seriously. "None of your competitors will have had any psychologic advantage training, so you'll all have an edge there at your next meet. And secondly, you aren't being charged for John's help in any way, other than through your own willing cooperation. He's the best in his field, and he's worked with performance problems before, and succeeded very well. Also, I know he meant what he said. Nevertheless, I know you are as serious as he is. Remember, that with some of you there are scholarships at stake here. We have to protect them at all costs. Julie, come up here and take these lists, photocopy them and hand them out to everyone, please. And remember what John said about being late, or missing an appointment. I don't care if you're in the toilet, busting for a leak, or have assignments, whether you're suffering from PMT, or are having your damn periods! Nothing is as important as this. I know you feel the same way. Be there! Okay. Let's call it a night, and study your schedule, please. See you all tomorrow at regular training!" Chapter III John was waiting in Bill's office the following evening. It was a quarter to eight and his first athlete hadn't arrived. Her name was Anne. She was a speed skater. He read over her file while he waited. She was a good student generally and progressing well with her academics. Her athletic performance, however, was letting her down badly. It appeared that Anne always trained very hard and always made the finals, battling with extreme confidence throughout all the heats leading up to the final race. But when it came down to that race she would always get ahead, then lose the race by falling in the last lap. She had done the same thing in her last five races. John read her stats. 5'4'', medium height, fair complexion, brown hair. He looked at her picture and studied her eyes. The natural confidence was there in her conscious mind. John could see that clearly from the look in her eyes. Something was going wrong between her unconscious mind and her conscious mind when she needed them to be working together, not separately. Suddenly John''s attention was distracted from Anne's file by a knock at the door. He glanced at his watch. One minute to go. She was lucky. "Come in." he called. The door opened and then closed, showing him the back of a girl in jeans and a short- sleeved shirt. She turned to face him, her face flushed, her breathing hard. "Lucky." was all John said to her as she came up and stood in front of him. "I'm sorry, but I ...." she began, but John cut her off with a wave of his hand and a stern look. "I don't want to hear it." he said seriously. "I care, and I'm here. If you care, you'll take whatever means necessary to make sure you don't cut it so fine in the future. Is that clear? Your choice." Anne bit her lip while John simply sat behind Bill's desk at looked calmly up at her. She could feel herself reddening. She felt hot. It wasn't her fault, but who cared. This was more important than any embarrassment she might be feeling, which she was. She cursed herself for not leaving earlier. The last thing she wanted to do was to get the only person in the world off-side who wanted to help her, and free-of-charge at that. She just couldn't lose her scholarship. She just couldn't. Then John smiled. He wanted to teach her a lesson and he had. Now it was time to break the ice and get to work, while still keeping their relationship on the correct, respectful relationship. Anne smiled a half-smile, which told him she understood she had been forgiven...this time. John had slightly rearranged Bill's office. He had moved a recliner lounge away from one corner and had brought it up beside Bill's desk. He intended for the athletes to occupy the recliner while he either sat behind Bill's desk, or on it, depending on what was happening at the time. He motioned for her to have a seat in it. She sat down immediately at his gesture, knees together, arms resting lightly on the recliner's armrests at each side of her. "Okay." John said with a smile as he glanced back down at her file, then back at her. "Let's get to work, Anne. You have a chance right now to cut out of this special training programme if you want to, and no hard feelings. You've given it some thought?" "Yes." Anne answered immediately. "I want to do this! I can't lose my scholarship. I just can't. I'll cooperate in any way you want. I'm grateful you want to. I really am." John smiled at her, satisfied with her level of commitment. "Okay. That's fine." he told her. "Remember, I'll not accept any questioning or doubting of the training methods. I know I can help you. You just have to trust me. Can you do that? Willingly?" Anne nodded. She did and she would. Anything to help her overcome whatever the problem was whenever she got into the last lap. She knew she could win. If she could only get to the bottom of whatever was causing her to fall. "Do you remember the rules I spoke of last night?" he asked her. Anne nodded. "What are they?" he asked. "Don't be late. Don't miss an appointment. And don't discuss your work with me with anyone, no matter who it is." Ane said, smiling at the end of her sentence. "And?" John pressed. Anne thought for a minute, the smile quickly leaving her face. "Don't question. Just cooperate and do!" John reminded her. "Yes!" Anne said quickly. "I won't, and I will!" she assured him. "Okay. Then let's get to work. Take off your shoes and make yourself as comfortable as you can in the chair. I'm going to check first your level of capability for relaxed concentration. You understand already that it's the relaxed athlete who always manages to get the optimum performance out of themselves, and always when they need it, and they don't do it by being tense. Isn't that true?" "Yes." Anne replied. "I don't feel tense when I'm skating. Not until the last lap, I guess." she said with a sigh. "Then I don't know what is going on. I' think I'm starting to expect to fall." "You let me worry about why you're doing what you're doing. If you knew what you were doing wrong you wouldn't be here, would you? Don't waste your time and mine by trying to solve the problem here. That's what I'm here for. All you have to do is cooperate. That means, listen and do your very best at whatever I suggest. Then let me do what I do best, for your benefit. Do you understand?" Anne felt like she came close again to putting him off-side. She felt herself blushing. Damn! He was right. If she could've fixed her problem she would have by now. The fact was, she couldn't. In fact, she didn't even know what her problem was. She decided then to just let whatever happen, happen, and trust him as he asked her to, without questioning everything he did, or trying to put her interpretation upon anything. He was here to help her, so she would let him. Anne nodded. "Say it, please." he said. "I understand." she answered, wondering what from John's special training with them all would relieve them of al their individual dilemmas. Secretly, Anne was very excited. Chapter IV "Good. Now let's not waste anymore time. Make yourself as comfortable as you can and just think about relaxing. I'm going to check your natural ability to concentrate and relax at the same time. I want you to close your eyes first, and when I tell you to, take a deep breath and hold it. Then just listen to and do whatever I tell you. Okay?" Anne nodded again. "Yes." she added quickly with a sorry smile. "Now." John said. Anne took a deep breath and held it, feeling herself tense throughout the muscles of her body, particularly her thighs. "Now concentrate on relaxing the most tense part of your body that you can feel, but don't let that breath out until I tell you." John told her. Anne tried to imagine her powerful thighs relaxing while she held her breath. She could feel the pressure building in her temples as her lungs began to stress a little and distract her. "Concentrate on relaxing that part!" John emphasised. Anne brought her imagination back to her thighs and imagined them deflating like a balloon she had stuck a pin into. Surprisingly the tension eased a little in her temples from the lack of air in her body's system. John figured about forty five seconds had passed. He could see Anne was trying and that her success was coming and going. Her face also showed she wouldn't be holding her breath much longer. "Let it out." he told her. And go with the relaxation you feel, all the way down, every part of you where you sensed any tension before while you held your breath." Anne released the breath she had been holding when he'd said the first word. It came out in a whoosh. At the same time she listened to what he said next, and did exactly as she was told, letting herself go with it, just like he said. She felt like she was sinking through the recliner chair. Her mind spun crazily for a few seconds and then settled into a peaceful state. Her thighs in particular felt very relaxed against the softness of the chair. "That's fine." John told her. "You're doing perfectly. Now. Let's do the exact same thing again. Hold your breath, find the most immediate tense part of your physical body you can sense instantly and concentrate on relaxing it in your imagination. Remember, whenever your thoughts leave relaxing the most tense part of your body and go to your lungs or temples where you'll feel the pressure of holding your breath, consciously relax into whatever physical sensation you're feeling. Absorb it into the awareness of your relaxation with you and you'll find the tension and pressure will ease the instant you concentrate on relaxing into it. Okay?" "Yes." Anne replied, having settled down a little from her first effort. "Now." John said calmly, but firmly. Again Anne took a deep breath all the way down to the bottom of her lungs and held it. This time it was her chest that felt very tense and tight. She concentrated on relaxing into the discomfort she was feeling and it became instantly a little better. John watched her closely. He could tell if she was using her imagination to relax into her discomfort, simply from the way she sat in the chair and her facial expression. He waited and he watched. He saw her falter a few times, but said nothing. She was going to have to learn that she could place her awareness wherever she wanted to, and whenever she wanted to. Anne felt like her head and chest were going to burst right open in front of him. Her heart thumped against her rib cage. Her temples throbbed and her throat hurt for some reason. "Relax into your discomfort." John repeated calmly and positively. He glanced at his watch. It was just coming up to one full minute Anne had been holding her breath. "Now." he said, watching her mouth open at the first sound from his lips. She exhaled with a loud whoosh again, like she had the first time. "Go down with it." he told her. "All the way down with every muscle and nerve that relaxes from holding your breath for so long. All the way down and down and down. Feel it. Experience it. Become your relaxation as if nothing else in the world mattered as much to you right now as go down and down, all the way down with it." Anne tried hard to do as John was instructing her. She felt herself sinking more quickly and more deeply down into the chair than she had before. It was such a comfortable chair. So nice and soft. And she felt so good now that she wasn't holding her breath. Her arms and thighs tingled all over and her breathing was returning to normal, although she could hardly notice it now. It just seemed so nice and peaceful wherever she was right now. Peaceful. No worries. No trouble. No problems. Just peace and calm. John could see Anne had altered her state of awareness somewhat. Her facial features began to relax totally. Her shoulders sagged downward and her back relaxed more deeply into the recliner chair. She seemed mentally with her thoughts of peace and relaxation, but how long would she stay there by herself? He decided to give her another minute and see if she brought herself back up from the light trance she had unknowingly placed herself in. Anne was feeling so relaxed and peaceful. She couldn't remember the last time she felt so out of it as far as her troubles were concerned. At that moment she just didn't care. She felt exactly like she did when she came home from the dance a couple of weeks ago and collapsed on the bed exhausted from dancing all night and felt herself falling through the bed. She had let herself go with the feeling then too, only not consciously as she was doing now. At that thought Anne became aware that she hadn't heard John's voice saying anything. Maybe she missed something? Jesus! She didn't want to put him off-side by going to sleep. He'd cut her for sure. Her eyes flew open and focussed on his calm, expressionless face and features. John let out a long sigh. She almost had it. "Why did you open your eyes?" he asked her. "What thought made you open your eyes. You almost had it." "I couldn't hear your voice." Anne said immediately, knowing what thought had been responsible for bringing her back from the peaceful place in her mind she'd been enjoying. "I thought I'd started to drift off. I didn't want to miss anything." John smiled. That was an answer he had heard many times before. "Okay. You're doing fine, Anne. Now. We're going to do that again, and this time, I don't want you to let any thought disturb where you a re in your relaxation. I want you to deepen with it. Don't stop anything from happening, and don't try to make anything happen, like opening your eyes. Just let everything happen exactly the way it wants to. If you go to sleep that's fine too. Okay?" "Okay." Anne replied. John took her through the holding her breath routine again, this time making her hold it for ninety seconds, a full minute and a half, knowing she'd probably go much more easily down into the deeply relaxed state now that she'd experienced it already. And the sheer relief in relaxing from holding her breath that long would take her down quickly. And that's exactly what happened. Anne released the huge breath and went with it, quickly experiencing a sinking sensation that alarmed her for a few seconds before she remembered to go with it wherever it took her. In a few seconds she found herself in an even more peaceful state and place in her mind than she'd been in before, playing with her thoughts and worrying about nothing now. It was wonderful. She was aware, yet not aware of anything except h ow great she felt. How relaxed and how clam she felt. How good it felt to take time out from her life and troubles. So far away. So far away. So far away. John watched her go deeper and deeper, knowing what she was experiencing and observing it as it happened with each passing second. "Go deeper." he said gently, but firmly. Anne heard John's voice from far away. At least she thought it was John's voice. It was so soft. But she could make out what the voice told her. Go deeper it said. And that was fine with her. Everything was fine with her since he told her not to try to make anything happen, and not to try to stop anything from happening. She imagined herself going more deeply down through the soft, comfortable chair. Down and down and down and down she felt herself drifting inside her own mind of peace and absolute calm. John smiled a satisfying smile. Anne had taken herself down nicely to a medium trance. Time to start work. He moved his chair within two feet of the recliner and Anne's left side. He leaned forward, clasping his hands and fingers together, and resting his weight on his forearms. "You can ... now ... listen to me ... very carefully ... and continue feeling your peace and ... deep relaxation. Everything I say ...every word you hear ...will only ... allow you relax ... even more deeply than ... you are relaxed right now. Nod your head ... you understand." he instructed her in the usual fashion. Anne sensed her head nodding a little, or did she feel it. It didn't matter. She was too relaxed to care. She just wanted to relax and listen to whatever he told her. Whatever he wanted to tell her to help her relax more and more. John smiled and continued. "In a few moments...when I count up to three...and snap my fingers ... you will allow your eyes to open...but you will not wake up from your very deep relaxing sleep...you will be able to see me quite clearly...but you will remain in your very deep, relaxing sleep...it may be that things will seem a little hazy or blurred at first...but in a few moments...everything will become quite clear...although you will remain undisturbed in your very deep, relaxed state of mind...even when your eyes are open." John watched her carefully, noting the shallow concentration furrows in the skin of her forehead as her unconscious mind heard everything he said, and then let it go unnoticed and unchallenged. "When your eyes are open...you will be able to ... see quite clearly ... everything I point out to you...and you will stay very deeply relaxed and comfortable...with your eyes open...until I tell you to close them again...you will be able to stand up...to walk about normally. Just as a person does when they are fully awake, which you will be, but remain always in your deeply relaxed state. ...like you are right now." John watched the tranced girl very carefully, noting the unchallenged acceptance of every suggestion he gave her. If her brow were to knot or wrinkle he'd know instantly her conscious mind was challenging something he'd said. So far, it had not. "Everything I suggest you will feel...you will feel...everything I suggest you will see...you will see..everything I suggest you will experience...you will experience...everything suggest you will hear...you will hear..every emotion I suggest you will feel...you will feel...and you will remain completely relaxed and peaceful nd very safe in your deeply relaxed state." John was quiet for a few minutes then while he allowed her unconscious mind to digest everything he'd said and he conscious mind time to deepen itself without the sound of his voice. Then he proceeded with the next step of the complete induction. "You will find it easy to allow every suggestion I give to you...to happen exactly as it wants to...exactly as I suggest it will...without question...without doubt...to the best of your ability... happily and willingly accepting every suggestion...I give to you for your own good...until they are done...and when they are done...you can allow yourself to...forget to remember...knowing it's so easy to just...not notice to remember everything...unless I tell you to remember...what you can allow yourself so easily to forget...like a clean white board...like an erased tape...nothing to remember...unless I tell you to remember...the more you try...the more you forget...the more you try...the more you want to allow yourself to forget...and remember nothing...unless I tell you to." Again John watched and waited for Anne's conscious and unconscious mind to do battle if they were going to with any of his suggestions. But they did not. Her brow remained unfurrowed in conflict, but conscious enough to tell him her unconscious mind was listening to everything he said. And everything he'd said so far had passed by her conscious mind unchallenged and fully accepted. "Just like you can so easily forget your trance key...your secret word that your unconscious mind will always remember...that you can forget so easily...and when you hear my voice only...say the words of your trance key...that you can forget so easily..and your unconscious mind will always remember...you will instantly allow yourself to come back to this deeply relaxed state...and listen carefully to everything I suggest to you...and comply with all my suggestions...which you can allow yourself to forget so easily...whenever you are awake...whenever you hear my voice only...say the words of your secret trance key...'sleep time'...you will allow yourself...in mind and body...completely relaxed and tranced down to this level..of peace and relaxation...only hearing and obeying the sound of my voice..whether you are awake...no matter what you're doing..or where you are...upon hearing my voice only...say the words of your secret trance key...'sleep time'...which you can forget to remember...because your unconscious mind will remember for you..so you don't have to remember anything at all...unless I tell you to...you will be deeply tranced back here...in the peaceful...relaxed...safe...calm place in your mind...you are right now...and awake when I snap my fingers...at the count of three...and feel really refreshed and great." Time to test the work he'd done so far, John decided, as he watched and waited for his last suggestions to take root or not unchallenged. They did. He sat back in his chair. "One...two...three!" he said, snapping his fingers on the word 'three.' Anne blinked open her eyes several times before she could focus them on John who was sitting calmly behind Bill's `desk. He was smiling. She yawned without being able to stop it. Then her mind raced. What had she missed. She couldn't remember anything at that instant. Oh no! Ane thought. I did go to sleep! John saw the look of concern spread instantly across Anne's brow and smiled warmly at her. "Everything went perfectly." he smiled. "You didn't go to sleep. Don't worry. You did very, very well. You relaxed very, very deeply. We got some very good work done for tonight and your first session. It should bear fruit more and more as we go along through your next and the other sessions. How do you feel? Take stock of yourself and become aware of how your mind and body feel right at this moment." Anne listened and acknowledged what John was saying to her, pleased with the fact that she hadn't ticked him off by nodding off to fairy-land while he had been trying to train her in whatever way he was doing it. She tried to sense her mind and body. As a trained athlete she could do that very well by conscious effort. She smiled widely. She had to admit she felt great. All her muscles felt loose and relaxed. Her mind seemed calm and her thoughts and her thinking felt clear and acute. John watched her as she went through the mental scanning that Bill had taught them when they needed to listen to their bodies or their m minds for problems of any nature. Then he saw her smile, knowing she felt good after such a deep and relaxing trance. And they all would. He intended to put all of the nine other athletes through the same induction process he had just put Anne through. Time for the test, he decided as she sat calmly observing him. Chapter V "Sleep time." he said firmly, but calmly. "Huh?" Anne replied. "Sleep wha.... Ohhhh?" John watched as she tried to keep her eyelids open. It took only thirty seconds before she was deeply tranced again. Soon it would take even less than that. Now for a few more tests, he thought. "Can you hear me Anne. You may talk clearly, just as if you are fully awake." he told her. "Ye..es." Anne answered hesitatingly, nodding her head slowly. "You may allow yourself to feel your mind clear but asleep and not thinking, listening only to the sound of my voice and each word I say and nothing else. You may allow yourself to speak as if you are awake, clearly and distinctly. Do you understand?" he instructed her. A few seconds passed before Anne suddenly felt her mind clear as if a broom had just swept the sleepy cobwebs away. She could hear John's voice perfectly now, not soft and far away like it had been. She swallowed instinctively. "Yes." she answered clearly. "That's fine." he told her. "You're doing perfectly. Now ...listen carefully. Very, very carefully. Everything I suggest to you will ... sound perfectly natural to you ...no matter what it is. It will seem right and correct ... at all times and ... every suggestion I give to you will ... seem like the good idea ... it is to you...and ... you will willingly think that ... every suggestion I give to you ... is a good idea and ... sounds perfectly right and correct and ... very, very natural, ... no matter what it is...so you can allow yourself ... to think that and ... feel really, really good ... about yourself and ... everything that's happening... Do you understand?" "Yes." Anne answered. Everything sounded good and fine already, she thought. She felt calm and relaxed. Better than she'd felt in a long time. And everything John told her made sense so far. John was happy with Anne's progress so far. But the difficult tests were about to come. Then he'd know how effectively her subconscious mind had accepted his work. "You can notice how hot it is in that chair. Can't you?" He suggested and asked at the same time. Anne hadn't actually noticed she was hot in the chair until John pointed it out. But he was right. She did feel warm. Maybe she'd over-dressed. She'd have to remember next time. She hated being uncomfortable and hot. She was glad she wore a light top. Maybe she would wear shorts next time. These jeans seemed very heavy and hot. "Yes." she answered after examining how she felt. "I can now." John smiled at her answer and watched Anne shift a little as the suggestion of heat took root, He gave her a few more seconds. "Yes. Hot." John repeated with emphasis. "Very hot.. Like a sauna room.. All alone.. Inside that sauna room.. Very hot.. Very clean.. Very wet and .. alone and safe.. A long wooden bench.. Hot sauna room.. A large bucket of hot rocks where .. you can see them.. A dripping tap .. above the bucket.. Water dripping down.. Onto the hot rocks.. Steam rising.. Alone and safe.. Hot rocks.. White clouds of steam.. Hot, wet, humid steam.. Rising.. Inside the hot sauna room.. Covering everything.. Alone and safe.. Tiny beads of sweat and perspiration.. Alone and safe.. Inside the hot sauna room.. Everything clean.. Hot humid steam.. Hard to see.. So relaxing.. So peaceful.. Alone and safe." John watched Anne shift uncomfortably in the chair. Tiny beads of perspiration lined her forehead. Then he deepened the suggestion. "Alone and safe.. Sweating freely.. Draining away the tension.. Everywhere.. Peaceful but hot and sweating.. Your face.. Your neck.. Your shoulders.. Your back.. Your breasts.. Your buttocks.. Your thighs.. Your calves and feet.. Penetrating heat.. So relaxing.. So draining.. So hot and sweating and .. sticky and uncomfortable.. Hot and sweating.. Running down your back.. Your legs.. Your face and neck.. Your shoulders.. Your t thighs.. Your buttocks.. Hot and humid.. Draining and so relaxing.. Hot and sweating freely.. Uncomfortable and .. humid heat and .. wet and sticky." Anne could hardly breathe. She felt so hot. She could feel the sweat on her brow and now it was trickling down her back and between her buttocks. She felt sticky and very, very uncomfortable. Everything John told her was right. How did he know how hot it was in here? Was he here too? In a women's sauna? Oh well, she thought. It must be okay if I let him in here with me. John smiled. He was there, or rather, Anne was there, fully aware of where she was and what she was experiencing and feeling in mind and body. He could see how uncomfortable she was feeling. Time for the sixty-four thousand dollar test, he decided with confidence. "Have you noticed Anne, that you still have all your clothes on in the sauna?" John asked her with a soft smile in his voice. "That's an unusual thing for you to do. Don't you think? You don't normally come fully dressed inside an incredibly hot sauna room. Do you? Usually you're dressed the way you always dress, much more comfortably. The way everybody normally dresses in a sauna. Don't you? You want to be normal. Don't you? In a very hot sauna room? So you can sweat freely and let your body cleanse itself while you just sit there and relax away all your tension and tired muscles? Isn't that true? " "Have you noticed how overdressed you seem to be? I wonder how embarrassed you'd be if one of the other girls came in here and saw you fully dressed inside a hot and humid sauna room? What do you think you should do now to solve your embarrassing problem before someone comes in and actually sees you still with all your clothes on instead of not having any one, like you're supposed to. What do you think feels so right for you to do right now so you won't have to be embarrassed if they come in?" Anne listened to John, thankful that he was a friend and wouldn't tell anyone how stupid she was. And all the while she grew more and more hot, uncomfortable and embarrassed by the passing second. What an idiot she was! And how embarrassing! Who in their right mind would come fully-dressed into a sauna room. Damn! What was she thinking of? She never wore anything inside a sauna. Why would she? Why was she? Christ! John must think she's a real idiot. Why was she wearing clothes anyway? Jesus! And in that moment Anne knew what she had to do-what she should have done before she came in here. Jesus! What's wrong with me lately? John smiled as Anne rose quickly out of the recliner chair and began undressing. "I'm sorry." she said as she undid the buttons of her light, cotton shirt and peeled it quickly off her shoulders. Then she reached behind her and released the clasp of her bra, placing it carefully folded on top of the shirt she had already folded and placed on Bill's desk. "I don't know what's wrong with me lately." Anne continued unprompted. "Thank goodness Bill has you for a friend. I"d die if anybody else saw me. I'd never live it down." Anne's eyes had been open the whole time since rising from the chair, yet she did not look at John once. John watched her undress by feel alone. She undid the press-clip of her jeans and wiggled them down over her hips, revealing brief, red panties. Stepping out of the legs she folded them neatly and placed them on top of the shirt and bra. Then she hooked her thumbs into the waist of her underwear and slid them quickly down over her hips and thighs, lifting one leg at as time and until they were free of her body completely. She folded them as well and placed them carefully on top of her jeans. "I know that must feel so cool now, Anne. I imagine it must feel so cool now to just stretch your arms up over your head and just lavish in the cool, soft air, allowing it to cool down your very hot body until I suggest you might feel more comfortable again in your clothes. That must be what you'd be thinking, now that you're dressed more appropriately for this hot sauna, by putting your arms has high as possible above your head and just allowing yourself the sheer, cooling pleasure of allowing your very hot body to enjoy the cool air everywhere on your body at once?" Anne decided at that point that she liked John. He seemed to know exactly what she was thinking, almost before she even thought it herself. She stretched her arms high above her head, feeling the coolness waft around her sweating breasts, especially underneath them where the sweat always gathers. She took a slightly wider stance, stepping one leg a little to the left. Ahhhhh. That felt so cool, she thought, as she swivelled herself slowly from side to side, feeling the cool air instantly between her thighs and around her buttocks. John was right. She had been thinking of doing this. And it did feel so cool and refreshing. John smiled again, wider than before as he watched the naked young woman in front of him turn herself from side to side, fanning herself with the breeze she was creating by her turning. Her breasts were beautiful and full, jutting upright with taut nipple of dark brown and swaying perfectly balanced as she continued to swivel her torso and hips from side to side. The sight of the lush thatch of thick, black curly pubic hair at the apex of her junction had hardened him the instant she'd dragged own her panties. "I know that must feel so very cool and refreshing on your body, all over, Anne." John told her. "And you'd probably be right in thinking that you'd feel even more cool, refreshing air on your hot body if you were to begin to just turn around and keep turning slowly around until it was suggested you stop." Again Anne marvelled at how John seemed to be able to almost read her mind. She had just been thinking of doing exactly that. She began to turn herself slowly around and around, feeling the cool draft instantly on her breasts, between her thighs and buttocks and everywhere, seemingly, at the same time. She smiled at how cool it was making her feel. John smiled a satisfied smile when he saw Anne smile. One down, nine to go, he thought as he enjoyed the incredibly sensual sight before his very eyes. Anne had the firmest butt he'd seen for a long while. Two beautiful peaches of creamy, white skin, begging him to squeeze and hold them each time they passed in front of his eyes, to be immediately relaced by Anne's elusive black spider each time it replaced her backside in his vision as she turned. "How do you feel, Anne?" he asked her. "Great!" she replied immediately. "Absolutely great!" And she continued to pirouette slowly like a ballerina in slow motion, around and around. So cool. It was nice of John to ask, she thought. He was a very considerate person. You don't get too many men that have a considerate bone in their body, let alone a considerate thought in their heads. Bill's lucky to have a good friend like him. "I think you're right in thinking it would be a good idea to stop turning around now and face me. Your last idea of turning to keep cool was a good one because you probably already feel a lot more cooler now than you did before, now that you feel nice and cool and comfortable again. What do you think, Anne?" How does he do that? Anne wondered as she stopped turning around and stood still facing John. She was just thinking that, that very second. Besides, she was becoming a little giddy, anyway. "Tell me the name of your secret trance key, Anne: the one that will allow you to come back to feeling this wonderful in your mind and body the instant you hear my voice say it, no matter where you are or what you're doing at the time, whether you are awake or in a deeply relaxed state of mind like you are right now when you hear only my voice say what words?" John asked. "Sleep time." Anne replied immediately. "And will you need to bother remembering your secret trance key when your unconscious mind can remember it for you?" "No." she answered. "And what will happen the more you try to remember anything that happened during your relaxation here tonight that you can so easily forget to notice not to remember unless I tell you to." John tested again for amnesia. "The more I try the more I won't." Anne responded at once. "That's fine. You're doing perfectly. "Tell me, Anne. How do you feel about being completely naked standing here in front of me like you are." Anne thought about that for a few seconds before answering him. She hadn't really noticed she was naked before he mentioned it. But she didn't feel embarrassed about it. She felt natural and comfortable in front of him. That didn't happen very often. So, if it felt this right and correct, it must be okay, or she would have felt really embarrassed. But she didn't. Everything seemed perfectly natural and right and correct. "Fine." was all she answered. Chapter VI John smiled. "I suppose it makes you feel warm and admired to have me sitting here praising your perfect athletic body." Anne smiled. It did make her feel kind of warm, she thought, to have John admire her body. And she did have a good shape to her figure, thanks to all her rigorous physical training. It seemed only natural that John admired her shape. In fact, she decided. It pleased her, and again she noticed that she felt warm. She shook her head slowly in amazement. John noticed Anne's slow shake of the head, and was puzzled by it. "Why did you shake your head like that, Anne?" He asked her. "I was just thinking that I'm amazed how you almost always know what I'm thinking." Anne told him. "We must be on the same wave-length." John smiled a smile of relief. "Yes, Anne. I believe we are. Does that please you? That we are on the same wave-length and think so much alike that your thoughts are almost my thoughts, and my thoughts are always your thoughts that you always agree with without question and without doubt?" "Yes." Anne answered with a smile. "It does." "And does it please you to believe now that you can always give that little bit more when you're racing by being as relaxed as you are right now in such a focussed and concentrated manner that you wonder now how you could ever have had the foolish thought of actually falling over? You, the university's top speed skater? So relaxed and focussed, and because of that, easily able to give that little bit more in your last lap of any race from this point onward and win so easily now that you can actually laugh at the foolish concern you used to have so long ago that you might fall over and just forget that you ever had it at all because it just seems so laughable now. Doesn't it Anne?" Anne could not believe how John could tell what she was almost about to think. It was amazing. She smiled at the thought of her actually being afraid of falling over in the last lap. She was the university's top women's speed skater. If anybody fell over from this point onward it would be her competitors, not her. And she honestly couldn't see how or why she should fall over when she races so focussed and so relaxed and concentrating all the time. Yes, she thought seriously. John is right. It does please her to realise how laughable that is. "Yes. It does please me a lot, actually." she answered, noticing how confident she sounded to herself, and feeling very good about it at the same time. "That's fine, Anne." John told her. "You're doing perfectly, but, that doesn't really come as a big surprise to you. Does it?" "No." Anne said. And it doesn't either, she thought, the instant she finished saying it. I do try hard she concluded to herself. So why shouldn't she do perfectly? She smiled at that self-realisation. John smiled too. His first night's work was finished. Now for the reward. Hers, and his. "You might be thinking that it would be very relaxing to lower your arms now, Anne." John said to her, noticing her smile as she lowered her arms to rest loosely against er naked hips. "And I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I gave you the accolade due to you and just sat here admiring your perfect athletic body while you just relaxed and felt how good it felt to be admired for being as perfect as you are. Isn't that true?" John posed. "Yes." Anne replied, thinking that John was a very caring and honest person to tell her personally how appreciated she was for her athletic ability and the shape all of her hard training had given her. Nobody ever told her that to her face, even though she knew they thought it. She could tell by the way everybody looked at her in her skating uniform. It was short, and it wasn't hard to see her dainty feminine underwear, but that was what she wanted. John sighed contentedly. He had known what Bill's girl's problem most probably was the minute he'd discovered they were all girls. They were as good as they were to start with because they were committed, and therefore channelled most of their sexual energy into their training by restricting their sex live to practically nothing, if he knew women athletes at all. But with that channelling, they also transferred into their performance their incompleteness as a woman by way of their sexual tension. That sexual tension took up a small, but very valuable part of their relaxed concentration. All he had to do now with Anne, and all the others was to free up and release that sexual tension, restore the completeness of womanhood, and allow the channelling of the extra energy by way of relaxed and focussed concentration into that little bit extra when it was needed and called upon, by both their conscious and unconscious mind. You might be thinking you would be a lot more relaxed and comfortable if you were to sit down again, Anne." John suggested. Anne smiled as she sat down comfortably in the recliner. "You know, Anne." he began the final phase of her first session of his special training program. "I wouldn't be surprised if you were a bit edgy from time to time, with all the hard work you put into your training so you can always do your best for the university so they can bask in the glory of your achievements, while you settle mostly for a good night's sleep for your efforts and no enjoyment. Would that be true?" Anne grinned in amazement at how he could tell what she was about to think. Yes. She did work hard. And rarely did she ever get any enjoyment from her efforts except an exhausted night's night at the end of it all. "And it wouldn't surprise me to discover," he went on. "that because your attitude is so selfless in your dedication to achieving for the benefit of others, that you willingly and selflessly deny yourself what's rightfully and naturally yours by right of birth and by way of natural fulfilment as a beautiful young woman with special needs that have to be taken care of too, on a regular basis, just like any other normal human being. After all, it's so easy for them to forget that you are only human too, with all the normal human needs of a woman that have to be satisfied, just like any other normal human being. Would that be true too?" "Yes." Anne agreed with a nod of her head, thinking once more how sensitive to a woman's needs John was. He was a rarity alright. He certainly was. Anne wondered then if he was married. If he was she wondered of his wife knew just ow lucky she was having a sensitive man like John for a husband. John was instantly hardened by the gentle nod of Anne's head. He pressed onward and upward in the closing stages of Anne's indoctrination into the winning circle of speed skaters. "I suppose you're thinking now that your needs are just as strong as any other healthy young virile woman in her prime and at her sexual peak. And that those special and very sensitive needs have to be met if you're to be expected to give your best for the benefit of others so they can bask in your glory as a winner, and then only if all your special and very sensual needs are met regularly so that you can, in fact, give your performance that little bit extra by satisfying those special and private needs so that you can give your best, yet not be denied the special affection that's rightfully yours by right of birth as a woman who has needs that demand to be satisfied when you demand it as your right as a winner on their behalf. Would that be a fair statement, Anne?" Anne smiled again at john's insight into a woman's mind. She didn't think she'd ever met a man like him before in her life. How sensitive he was to her needs. He really understood what she had been forced to give up, just in order to do her best for everybody else. She nodded her head in silence. "And would I be right in assuming that some of those special and very secretive and sensitive needs are crying out to be met right now, having been denying them for such a long time now for the benefit of others so they can bask in your glory of denying yourself those special womanly pleasures for their benefit and not yours, who truly deserve them to be met and satisfied, when you want to, if anybody had a right to?" Anne hung her head slightly and nodded, feeling a small tear escape her eyelids and trickle slowly down her right cheek. "And I suppose you would think me too forward as your admirer if I were to offer myself to care for you in your time of personal need out of caring and respect for a fine athlete of your personal standing who nobody ever recognises as a woman first, and a fine athlete second, a fact that everybody seems to overlook, except you, in your moments of aloneness, and even then, nobody can ever see your tears, because you always keep them to yourself, so nobody can see how much your womanhood is suffering because of your excellent dedication for the benefit of others. Would you think me to forward to want to care for you in that way when nobody else seems to care for you at all, except as an athlete, and who cares about you as a person, a human being, a young, beautiful, and very sensual woman whose personal and private needs demand to be satisfied so strongly right now, even as we speak?" Anne had become aware of the warmth of her tears flowing slowly down her cheeks. She was sincerely touched in the deepest corner of her heart by John's caring sensitivity. Yes. She did have needs. And the more she thought about them the more they demanded to be satisfied right now. She had put them off and denied herself long enough for the benefit of others who didn't really care anyway. Why shouldn't she satisfy them like any other woman. "No." she answered with her head still forward and down slightly. "I wouldn't think you were too forward. I think you're a very caring man." "That's fine, Anne." John answered, satisfied with her level of unconscious and conscious cooperation. "It's nice to...to have someone who ...who wants to care about you. Isn't that true, Anne?" Anne simply nodded, without looking up. "Of course it is." John told her reassuringly. Now. You just relax back into the chair and open your legs wide. And let me take care of you in the way you desire most so you can enjoy the pleasures of taking time out to remind yourself that yo are a very beautiful woman whose needs, whose special and very sensitive needs are about to be met in every way, Does that make you happy, Ane?" Anne nodded in grateful silence as she lay back in the recliner chair while John adjust the inclination of ht chair back one position. Gently he took hold of Anne's knees and moved them wider apart, lifted them slowly upward so her feet rested on the edge of the cushion upon which her naked buttocks rested. Then, as his head slowly moved toward and settled fully between her open and naked thighs, he lifted her ankles and rested her legs gently around his shoulders. His mouth opened and lowered with his face toward her warm, soft, sensual heat emanating from the lush thatch of dark, thick, curly pubic hair that would soon release from its hiding place the secret jewel of her Nile that had, for so long now been denied its rightful attention in loving and caring attention. Anne's first special training session with John, her special trainer would end as it was about to begin-with the sound of her moans echoing in the still air of Bill's office, mingling with her grateful tears of gratitude that someone, and a man at that, cared enough about her as a woman with needs to be met, to bring forth from the pit of her belly and her secret loins the raw, animal sounds that showed the silence of that room that she was still a woman, in spite of what they expected her to be when she was just an athlete. Anne's rapturous cries of pleasure, released at her peak, over and over again brought a fine, yet sincere mist to John's eyes as well as he held her firmly, but gently by her matted, aromatically scented and throbbing centre until her long-repressed, special needs had been met, repeatedly, again and again, and again, until finally, Anne collapsed into the exhausted and deeply natural relaxed sleep of the sexually released and fulfilled woman that she had yearned to be for as long as she could consciously remember since becoming serious about being the very best speed skater in the world. Her last conscious thought before natural sleep gently closed her eyelids for the very last time was that she now felt she had that little bit extra that had been missing from her life and her skating performance for a very long time. The End (by Mesmer) (to be continued) (Next sequel...Brenda, the tennis star.) -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----