Haxsaw's Prerogative.

"Yeah, yeah the one and only Haxsaw here. Sure, blow up some balloons and what not. Righhhht!" Haxsaw was elongating the last word as if dragging out something from the back of a closet. That very early evening, having stepped in from his large kitchen, he paced across his L-shaped living room. A wrap around couch was in the corner. Carrying a cup of coffee, he continued.
"Over there, beneath the staircase, far left corner to this living room, you make out the computer system." As Haxsaw had motioned with his free hand he also sipped from his cup. The coffee was within a cup, resting in a glass saucer. On the walls were recreations of art. One portrait was of The Christ.
"I received a comment, criticizing myself. While I respect the man who wrote I need, also, clear the air." Haxsaw rested at his couch, setting the coffee at a glass coffee table. From the computer system played one of E.M.G.'s subliminal background music files. Everyone knew and expected the best hypo-mind control from world wide distribution on: warpmymind.com. Haxsaw leaned forward and smacked his hands together.
"Screw it!" I sent some girls out to shop. I am alone and I am holding nothing back. Forget of scenes where you only see the damsel in deep mind control." Haxsaw cocked up one brow. "Then you wonder anyway, 'how the frig' did he do that?'"
As the music from E.M.G's special collection played on Haxsaw was up again, carrying his coffee cup. I had one girl I re-named Che-Che. She later joined a cult. I never saw her until about a year later. Well, anyway, hypnosis was easy to place her under. She really enjoyed it. I would play her favorite Christian songs to sing by while she listened. I, soon enough, had her singing and, later, with larger breasts. Sadly, she joined some cult and left me!" Haxsaw tried to chuckle, as if though a joke yet you could see his face was strained. "Very submissive and only this way, while under. It was like flipping a light switch."
Haxsaw leaned against the T.V. stand. He was wearing his Armani Suit, imported from Italy. He had no tie and was with dress shirt loose at top. His glossy black dress shoes clicked along the tile floor. It was an earthen tile he felt gave ambiance to the room.

Haxsaw pointed at himself and grinned.

"Quite a few you girls want, desire, even hunger bow, or kneel before a man, a father like figure such as myself. Feels as if plucking your favorite flowers from the peacefulness of your own backyard, sometimes? I would have no greater pleasure than see you do thus while stroking your hair and whispering pretty words of love. Lets get back to the situation at hand, shall we?"
"What about girls or, for that matter, guys who think the swinging watch, burning candle bit to be too much?" Haxsaw set himself at the computer desk. He held his coffee cup. Looking younger than his years and quite muscular you could tell, when you looked carefully, his right hand trembled. It was so his coffee cup make a racket.
Click-click-click-click-click-click-click.....
"I tried telling you, all of you, to avoid the word, hypnosis, trance and mind control. It really ticks people off!"
Click-click-click-click-click-click-click.....

"So you have a girlfriend or a boyfriend? I have many write, okay? Let me tell you how to do this mind control. I am not going to give some teaser and then swamp with pleas to pay me up front! That is rank, okay? I do this other form of mind control/hypnosis, as natural as you can. In as such, I still get what I want, alright?" Haxsaw swigged several gulps from his coffee. He seemed less nerved up.
"Say you want this boyfriend or girlfriend, alright?" Haxsaw leaned back. "You have to note the gestures and speech patterning used. I am trying to help you from what you call, square one, okay?" Haxsaw swigged more coffee as the music file from E.M.G. droned on.
"So you meet this cute guy or hot babe at a cafe' over soda pop and pizza or, even a supermarket while shopping, look but do it indiscreetly. If he touches his chin a great deal, touch your chin, from time to time. You need pick up other habits, on your own, friend. Say, they speak rapidly, do it yet not so loud, for instance." Haxsaw was with a heightened trembling to his right limb, now. He leaned more on his computer desk as if deep in memory.
"I am telling all- a tell all- as some are so put off by the term hypnosis they want nothing to do with it. I have L.N. here and she just graduated high school. I got her G.P.A. high yet she never could envision being put under, put to sleep and hearing commands. Then again, being under mind control was something she wanted explore, for part-time fun."

Haxsaw was up, pacing the room once more. He swigged his coffee. He looked with intent direction.

"R.N. is the tall, thin one. Now, come on," Haxsaw pronounced with offhandedness, "these are make believe names, also. I met all these girls in an island territory. I am bound by my own laws to never reveal where they were born at." Haxsaw drank down the last of the coffee. He placed the cup aside on the coffee table.
"After building rapport you focus on using the subject's imagination for creating a link between the thing you want him to do and positive sensations, emotions or thoughts. Once his imagination starts working, this opens his subconscious mind to your suggestions. Lets focus how to do this."
"Say you met this nice looking girl at a pizzeria or laundry mat? Say you are drinking soda pop or coffee, okay? Having already mirrored her motions, somewhat you go next step. While conversing you have learned about her, where she lives, what she does, blah-blah-blah, understood?" Haxsaw leaned forward, as waiting to see if you really did get it.
"Here is an example to drop on her, 'Being at the laundry mat is like searching for shells at the beach. Fun- and you will discover many interesting things.'" Haxsaw chuckled.

"Now of course verbally you distracted the subject with the place setting, shells on the beach. Frig', never speak of this, anymore. I told you place that in to make the subject's mind loopy. It was done on purpose." Haxsaw sat, more seemingly falling back, into his wrap around couch set.
"Whenever you add the verbal distraction, at any time, you only use it once. Psychologically there is an explanation behind this. There are case studies regarding mind control, in depth. I urge, should you be interested, reading of Airey Neave, one of the Nuremberg prosecutors, who told of the occult aspect of the Nazis. My mind control is mild, in comparison. Trauma is another edge you need have. In other words, should the man or woman you be with go through a shock and/or trauma or type of trauma then be there for him!" Haxsaw cleared his throat. "Jeez' some call me a player..." His voice trailed off, muttering.

"I was really, really hanging myself out for L.N., after her dad passed away. I mirrored, that is copied her grief felt after her dad passed away. I took good time to listen. I put aside whatever-whenever to just friggen' listen!" Haxsaw pointed a finger. "Doubt me, huh? Well now L.N. is my secret lover, on the side. She sees me the missing father figure and, by doing what I described to mirror actions plus add words for place settings, the first man she fell in love with."

Haxsaw sat there, weeping a bit. He sucked it up and continued.

"Based on instructions I gave you all, here and now, you can add, 'Now why don't we exchange E-Mails and really have fun?'"
"Talk easily, following as I instructed in the mirroring and copying of gestures and mannerisms, just slightly, okay? See what occurs! Once you go the next step, at home, alone, do this all over again, only a different setting. Say, add a day at the mall or as you walk out in the backyard collecting flowers, for example. You may continue with, 'being at home is like this,' for example, or, whatever the setting may be!" Haxsaw chuckled. "Just add to it. Lying back, for example, hugging tight to me and me alone, is yet another example." Haxsaw rubbed his forehead. "Trust me the boyfriend or girlfriend believes, at this point they alone came up with this. In fact, if they say such, agree with them!"

Haxsaw fiddled with his empty cup. It was next L.N. and R.N. stepped in. Each girl was giggling, lightly. It was like an excited, rather charged laughter that seemed to spill out. Each carried a plastic bag, returning from shopping.
As they explained where they had been Haxsaw remarked, "So, shopping can be like being in the backyard, picking flowers, you can take all you want?" As he stood he copied, just slightly, the girl's motions, their body language, as they told, spilling out what their shopping trip was like. Haxsaw tried withholding a grin. It was easy, always so easy and now others reading this knew.
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