Message-ID: <18360eli$9901211743@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: ~master~ Subject: submission by mesmer - The Mule 1 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: <36660870.A359596@coastnet.net.au> Standard Disclaimer - Over 18 year Olds only. Pure Fiction - If you enjoyed this "Hypnosis-Mind-Control story," please email your thanks to the appreciated person who published it here for you to read. - Thank you - Mesmer. THE MULE (by Mesmer) (c) Chapter I "The 1st Mule" * * * "Do you think you can help me?" asked the thirty-five-year-old redhead who could have easily passed for five years younger. She had come to me seeking help for her anxieties: the usual-not sleeping, not eating, waking up in sweats etcetera: all the symptoms of a repressed memory or two that had decided it was their time to surface in her subconscious to be dealt with now that a suitable time frame had passed since their origin. She hoped like hell I could help her. She had nowhere else to turn, other than a doctor and an endless supply of sedatives. My name is Wallace. Peter Wallace. I'm a therapist a hypnotherapist. "No guarantees, Mrs Johnson." I told her. "No, no." she came in quickly. I understand it depends on my suitability for hypnosis, but if I'm okay it should work, shouldn't it?" They're all the same, and thank heavens they are. "Do you have any questions about it?" I asked her as a matter of formality. "Can we just, do it? Now?" her eyes almost begged. Talk about a high degree of expectation. "How much do you want it to work?" I asked her. "A lot." came the earnest reply. I led her through to the clinic, a separate room from my office, separated by nothing except space, with the green chair I used for therapy clearly visible from where she had been sitting across from me at my desk. I had seen her eyes look several times, as all my patients did. That chair seemed to be like some sort of magnet to them. What did I care. As long as it heightened their expectations of the desired outcome. "Choose your most comfortable position." I said to her without smiling. This wasn't of my better days for public relations. The chair had three positions-sitting up, half reclining, and almost lying fully down with a support under the calves. She tried them all and chose the third position, like they all do. "You might feel more comfortable with your shoes off and your belt loosened." I suggested. She glanced quickly at me. "Your choice." I shrugged at her. "I don't care one way or the other." I sat down. My abruptness seemed to have quelled any fears she might have had. She took off her shoes and loosened her belt. Then she settled back and rolled her hips a few times, getting good and comfortable. "I won't lose control, will I?" she asked quietly, a hint of concern in her voice. "Do you want to?" I asked matter-of-factly. "Well..er...no. I don't." "Then you won't. Simple as that." I said. That shut her up, at least for the time being. I led her down through the relaxation induction to a point where I figured she was deep enough for me to test her trance depth. "You are now...so deeply in trance." I said in my slow hypnotic way of speaking. "That everything I tell you will feel...you will feel...and everything I tell you, you will experience...you will experience.. As your unconscious mind opens fully and works the way it does best...like an umbrella...when it=s fully open...and in that way you will find that you can do nothing but express yourself in the most truthful manner you can imagine, leaving nothing out..no matter how painful or embarrassing. Do you understand that you will be able to do that whether you like it or not? Because you are so deeply hypnotised?" "Yes." she said slowly with a nod of her head as well. "And do you feel deeply hypnotised?" I prepared her. "Such that you will have no resistance to your own unconscious mind should it want to tell me the absolute truth and you conscious mind may be a little hesitant?" "Yes." she answered with only a nod of her head. "What is your real problem?" I tested. Nothing like a bit of cold steel between the third and fourth rib to get to the truth. "I ...I don't have one." she stammered in saying. My eyebrows shot up. What the hell was she playing at. My impatience started to wear thin very quickly. I don't suffer being made a fool of too easily. "Then why are you here?" I said evenly through my teeth. No answer. "You know you have to tell me the truth. For someone as deeply hypnotised as you are it is virtually impossible to resist being absolutely truthful about anything I ask you. Isn't that true? "Yes." she nodded her head. I shook my own. What the hell was going on here. I believed she was in trance, although not as deeply as I suggested to her that she was. "Why are you here?" I repeated. I was just about to repeat it again after waiting for almost a minute when I realised she was having some kind of internal battle between conscience and unconscious. Not conscious- conscience. "It's okay." I soothed her. "You're doing perfectly. Relax and go deeper. Can you do that?" A nod of her head. I counted her down from ten, deepening her with each downward count. By the time I had reached zero she seemed even more relaxed in the face and body than she had previously. Time to try again. "At this very deep level of trance your vocal chords will not work for you. They will work only for your unconscious mind." I suggested. "Just like the subjects you've seen in the past in the stage hypnosis shows. And have you ever seen one of them not do exactly and precisely what they were told?" A shaking of the head. "That's right. That's because they couldn't if they wanted to. Because they were so deeply hypnotised...like you are right now. Do you understand?" A nod of the head. "Good. That's fine. You're doing perfectly." "Why are you here?" I repeated the earlier unanswered question. "To give you a message...if you're good enough to get it." she answered like a robot. "What?" I said without thinking first. She repeated her previous statement word for word, like a robot. I just sat there, dumbfounded. What the fuck was going on here? "Please explain yourself?" I told her, my impatience sounding in my voice. I didn't care. "I have been hypnotised on a very deep level." she said easily, as if she were awake. "I am a somnambule. I have been told that when you hypnotise me I am to give you that message. I have another one, but only if you can hypnotise me deeply enough." "How deeply do you have to go to give the second message?" I asked. "Much deeper." she replied. Fuck her. "Then go now as deep as you have to in order to give me the message. I'll wait until you are there, and when you are, you can nod your head. Do you understand clearly?" "Yes." she answered, then took a deep breath while I waited for several minutes. Then her head nodded. "Go ahead with your second message then." I told her. "Please call 6753358 immediately." she said very clearly. "What?" I fumed. "Please call 6753358 immediately." she repeated like a robot again. My head was starting to ache. I didn't need this shit, although I had to admit to a little bit of annoying curiosity. Apart from that I wasn't thinking to far ahead. This was too weird, even for me. I picked up the phone and dialled the number. A woman's voice answered like velvet. "Do you like my mule, Mr Wallace?" the woman asked. That was it. "What the fuck is going on?" I blew up. "You some kind of fucking weirdo?" "Settle down Mr Wallace." velvet-voice said quietly. "I just wanted to prove myself to you so you'd know you weren't talking to someone who didn't know what they were doing." I wasn't any wiser. "Thirty seconds. And then you get the dial-tone for your trouble!" I spat at her, velvet voice and all. Who gives a shit! "She'll kill you, if I tell her too, Mr Wallace." velvet-voice said quietly, with just a hint of impatience. I stared at the tranced woman. Then, before I could have my next thought, a high pitched whine came sounding through the ear-piece. I had to hold it away from my ear it was that high-pitched and loud. At the same time the woman who had been dead to the world on my chair leaped from the chair like an acrobat and whipped out a pistol with a silencer fitted to the barrel. I don=t know where she had it. Must have been on her person somewhere. I don=t usually make it a habit of frisking my patients, not expecting them to be carrying weapons. But this one was and she was levelling the menacing-looking thing directly at my face. Her eyes were steady and cold, like the barrel of the gun most probably was. I put the phone back to my ear. The End - Chapter I (by Mesmer) (Stay tuned for Chapter Two) -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----