A Hypnodare

With more than a little nervousness, Mark pulled into the gas station. It was a quiet Wednesday night, and there was only one car at the pumps, and another in front of the convenient store.

Mark drove slowly up to a parking place in front of the door. He tried to steal a peek into the other car, but it was empty. There didn't seem to be anyone around except for the lone guy pumping gas. Maybe she would chicken out.

Mark glanced at his watch. It was 7:59pm. He only had to wait another 6 minutes, and he would win the dare... and if she held up her end, a night out with Katie.

Ah... Katie. He hadn't met her yet, but just the thought of her made him breathe a little faster. He had been chatting on line with her for about 2 weeks, and she just knew how to push his buttons. After a few days of chatting, he just had to meet her... and then she offered the dare.

They had been chatting late a week ago, and Katie had started asking questions about hypnosis.

Had he ever tried it?
Did he think it would work?

Mark really had never thought about it, but talking with Katie made him want to show off. He flatly declared, "My mind is to strong. I don't think I could ever be hypnotized!"

"Want to make a bet on it?" Katie asked immediately.

Mark was a little unsure, but went full speed ahead with, "If I win, I get to meet you!"

"You don't even know the bet, silly..." she teased.

From there, she rattled off the terms a little too quickly. She would record a file for him to listen to, that she said would hypnotize him. If he listened to it each night, before bed, and each morning, when he woke up, she would meet him in a week.

"All I have to do is listen to the file for a week?" he asked, a little unsure of what this was leading to.

"Listen, and then prove you weren't hypnotized. If you weren't, then you can take me out for the night."

"And if I was?"

"I'll think of something..." she wrote, again, a little too quickly.

Later that night, Mark got the file and gave it a listen. Katie had a really sexy voice, and the 45 minutes just flew by. Mark was kind of nervous and very turned on listening to the recording, but he never felt like he was being hypnotized. He listened to Katie talk about breathing and relaxing, and later about music, waiting, drinking too much, and something about trying on new clothes. The end was pretty blatant, with Katie going on and on about how much Mark liked to listen to the recording.

Mark wasn't sure he liked it all that much. Katie did have a great voice, but the recording was not that great. There was a lot of buzzing in the background, and he felt very restless after listening to it.

The next morning he chatted with Katie briefly and listened to the recording again. He kept his word, and listened again that night... and fell asleep listening to the file.

This went on all week long, and the time just flew by. Today he had listened to the file an extra couple of times, because he felt guilty he kept falling asleep. The recording did grow on him, and he was hoping Katie would sound as sexy in person as she did in the file.

Mark glanced down at the clock. It was 8:02 now. Time was creeping by. He fidgeted a little and turned on the radio to his favorite station.

"This song goes out to Mark, hope to see you soon."

"Red red wine" started playing, and suddenly Mark felt uncomfortable. Each time he heard "Red red wine" he felt a stronger and stronger need to go to the bathroom. He jumped out of the car and ran into the store. There was a unisex bathroom in the back, and he ran in and locked the door.

He rushed to the toilet, and did a double take. Sitting on top of the toilet seat was a large pair of plastic pants, like you would put on a baby, but big enough for a grown man. He was a little creeped out by this, but he was desperate to use the toilet.

Mark reached out to brush the plastic pants off the seat, but when his hand touched them he kind of froze. He ended up holding on to them as he lifted the seat and finally relieved himself. For some reason, he just couldn't seem to put them down. They seemed so different, and he just kept wondering what it would feel like to wear something so different.

A few minutes later Mark walked out of the restroom. He heard crinkling sounds with every step he took, and he hoped no one noticed. He just wanted to slink out and get back to his car. Once he got home, he'd take the pant off... it just didn't feel right to take them off until then.

He walked gingerly back to his car, and as he was unlocking the door he almost fell over in shock as someone grabbed his bottom from behind.

"Looks like I win," purred a very familiar voice. "Lets find out what else you learned this week. Don't you just love subliminal recordings!"