An Altered Viewpoint

It was one of those lines that you dream of hearing.





“I’m a hypnotherapist.”





It was the night Pete and Olivia invited me round for dinner to introduce one of Olivia’s friends. I was getting on perfectly with her. It was going like a dream. Pete and Olivia always made ideal hosts and Olivia’s friend was just perfect. And then,





“I’m a hypnotherapist.”





I’d always fantasized that it would happen one day and then, when it did, it was as if it had been lifted straight from my favourite dreams. You know the sort. You get invited to a dinner party by friends eager to set you up with a pretty young lady, you click together instantly, you find you’re making her laugh, you feel giddy yourself, you have a natural rapport, your friends retire to the living room to let you both get to know each other, you get on perfectly, you feel like you could finish each others sentences, and then on top of all this, and then - then - you ask her calmly what she does for a living and she answers you,





“I’m a hypnotherapist.”





It had been good enough without this additional prospect. It was good enough from the


moment I saw her deep brown eyes, her dark brown flowing hair, her plump lips, her symmetrical pretty face, her warm and intelligent smile, her mesmeric dark pendent and of course her fantastically pert breasts nestling perfectly either side of it in her stylish, low-buttoned shirt. It was good enough immediately. And now this add this to it,





“I’m a hypnotherapist.”





It had been good enough to meet her eyes, to see her beauty and feel instantly charmed by her open smile. It was as good as you hope for. Her name is Natalie. Natalie. Say it to yourself again. You say hello, she says she’s pleased to meet you and you can see she’s genuine, her smile fills you with confidence and before you know it the two of you are chatting intimately. You seems to roll off one another, there’s a effortless ease of confidence to her speech, she speaks intelligently, laughs at your jokes, takes your compliments with modesty and… and…and now this,





“I’m a hypnotherapist.”





She says it only once but it rings in your ears. She’s not the sort of lady who needs to repeat herself - you know this instinctively - and this is certainly no exception. Just a few choice words and you’re snapped away from reality. The conversation that until seconds ago filled the air, magnetically binding you together, drains away just as the thoughts drain away from your head. My thoughts are no longer mine to control. My thoughts control me now and they run away. She’s a hypnotherapist. Could she hypnotize me? She’s a hypnotherapist, of course she could. Would she hypnotize me? Will she hypnotize me? Is she aware of erotic hypnosis? Does she like erotic hypnosis? Does she know about hypnofetishism? Can she tell I’ve got a hypnofetish?





Oh Christ, I’m blushing brightly. She must be able to see. I can feel the blood rushing to my groin. I feel myself stir passionately; my heart beats thud, thud - a thuddening pulse, my cheeks burn, a lump in my throat, a heat of desire rushes between my legs, rushing still. I’ve lost eye contact. I feel naked. I might as well be because I am stripped to my soul. I look up and am caught helplessly by her brilliant eyes. She smiles and I can see her mind turning over. I feel my face reddening further and look down to see with relief that I have already subconsciously placed my hands together between my legs. My tight jeans. Too tight. A hypnotherapist. Christ I’m horny. I can chat up girls in my sleep normally and now I’m like jello. What am I thinking? A Hypnotist. Hypnosis. I still haven’t said anything. It’s been too long. What do I say, what do I say, what do I say? Oh Christ-





She interrupts my silence with a laugh. She laughs a little nervously, a little triumphantly. I’m not sure which. “Huh, that’s the reaction I normally get. A lot of people are scared by the idea of hypnosis. It frightens them off. They‘re either scared stiff of hypnosis or you find them…” she paused imperceptibly as she searched for the right phrase, “instantly fascinated.” I compose myself and find the strength to look back up into her eyes..





“Oh, I’m not scared-” I can’t sound the words properly. Perhaps I only managed to think it, perhaps I didn’t make a sound. It doesn’t matter because she carries on.





“As soon as I mention I’m a qualified hypnotherapist they have visions of me making them think they’re a chicken or making them think they’re Britney Spears. It really isn’t that sort of hypnosis, when you’re hypnotized by a hypnotherapist.”





“…Oh…” I only just manage to make the sound and my mouth remains open. I want to ask, ’But does it really work - hypnosis?’ or ‘But could you hypnotize me like that?’ or ‘Would you hypnotize me?’. But I don’t. I’m paralysed by arousal and embarrassment. I can sense my lips moving but no sound comes out. Before I can start to panic again she speaks.





“I promise you,” she pauses, lightly takes my hand and casts her eyes upon me with mock seriousness, “I won’t make you think you’re a chicken.” She grins wickedly, her face full of mischief. I laugh instinctively. I laugh too loud and too long but when I look up again she is smiling kindly and she looks pleased. She looks at me eagerly and I can sense she keen that I reply.





I can feel her hand on mine and it gives me confidence. It’s a relief for me when I manage to clear the lump in my throat and respond. “…Well, I’m very glad to hear it. I wouldn’t want to be made a fool of and I don’t want to be made to lay an egg! At least not in public.” I try to sound jocular but I can hear my voice cracking as I laugh nervously at my awful joke. Oh no. Did I just say that?





But it’s OK. She rescues me once more with a polite laugh and then a smile, full and genuine. The look of mischief is back. It dissipates my embarrassment and I am free once more to gaze into her eyes indulgently. She blinks deliberately at me and tilts her head coquettishly.





“No, it’s not like that at all. Obviously everyone has seen a stage hypnotist, you know, with all the people put to sleep on stage and made to do all the silly things?”





“Uh-huh.”





“Well being a hypnotherapist is just about as far removed from that as possible. To get a picture in your head of my work you’ll need to clear all of the stage hypnosis images you’ve got out of your head?”





“OK.”





She leant in towards me. “It’s just a case of speaking gently to someone to bring about a different state of mind. That’s putting it at it’s most basic. Obviously there’s a lot more nuance and skill to it than that. You have to tailor your induction to each client but essentially you get them to focus on something. Normally I just ask them to focus on my voice and I gradually relax their body, bit by bit, and guide them from wakefulness into trance. Of course, it doesn’t have to be concentrating on my voice. I’ve got about a ton of CDs of waves crashing, whales making sounds, pan pipes - anything that’s monotonous and sleep inducing. Musak - the sort of crap you get in lifts, y’know?”





“Yeah…” She was still smiling as she spoke these words but then she stopped. She took a small sip of wine and then looked directly into my eyes. I could sense her daring me with her hypnotic stare to carry on the subject. I was more than willing, I wanted to keep her on the subject. “So I suppose you could use anything to hypnotize somebody then.”





“That’s right, you’re getting it now. Absolutely anything, in theory. But it wouldn’t look very good if I took in a client and asked them to focus, say for example… focus on this spoon.” She pointed to the unused cutlery on the table before me and my eyes were immediately drawn to it. “It wouldn’t really meet the clients expectations. That’s another thing about hypnosis, if you expect to be hypnotized, then you’re half hypnotized already. If they want to ‘fall under‘ then they do. Simple.”





“Uh-huh.” My arousal started to grow once more just at the thought of falling under her spell. She’d got me wrapped around her finger and I could tell she knew. She knew it alright, but did she know how turned on I was?





“So to meet their expectations I have to use something they identify as being hypnotic. Like the sort of hypnosis you see in cartoons, y’know something like a swinging watch or…” she paused again “something like…” my eyes were drawn to the pendent between her breasts. She caught my glance and I caught her smile intensify as I quickly looked away, flushed with embarrassment and want for her. She looked around the room dramatically, “something… something like the clock. The sound of the clock ticking regularly. I’ve got a metronome that I use at the office. Some of my clients prefer it to the music. It’s very hypnotic, the regular tick… tock. Tick. Tock.”





She matched her voice to the rhythm of the clock and I found myself cocking my ear to it’s sound, still gazing into her eyes whilst her smile broadened. There was silence, her face and the tick, tock of the clock. Tick. Tock.





“Yes, …erm, I can hear that now.” Of course, I knew all that already. I’d spent hours trawling websites about hypnosis to satisfy my fetish, my craving for hypnosis. But I didn’t want her to know that. I wanted her to carry on talking. I knew all the theory of hypnosis as well as her, not in practice of course, but I knew the theory. Yes, I knew it all but I was fascinated by her now. Quite literally, fascinated. I had to keep her talking.





“Erm… So what sort of people come in to be hypnotized?”





She giggled, “Well, they’re just normal people…” What a stupid question. I flushed again.





“No, I meant-”





“It’s OK, I know what you mean.” she was teasing me, grinning again with that delicious glint in their eye. “It’s a fair mix of people. People who can’t sleep, people who can’t get up, people who want to start going to the gym, people who want to lose weight, people who want to stop smoking,”





“Uh-huh,” I nodded.





She paused again and blinked. “I think some come in just for the thrill of it, y’know?”





I almost spluttered and nearly wet myself.





“Yeah. I mean - yeah?”





“Oh yeah.” she said nonchalantly “It’s really very therapeutic, going into a hypnotic trance. It’s a very refreshing and relaxing state of mind. Everyone should try it.” Once more she paused again but this time even slower and even more deliberately. She took a slow sultry sip from her red wine glass. I was transfixed more than ever. She bit her lower lip ever so softly and I knew what I must do. I was shaking with anticipation, arousal and nerves but I had to do it. She held me with her eyes.





“So could you…” my face radiated heat and I knew my eyes were crazy with lust “…. so could you hypnotize me?”





She sprung back into animation from her sultry silence. “Yeah, of course. All you have to do is relax and be willing to listen to my voice.”





“OK” I gulped. I was very willing to listen to her voice and go along with this. She stood up and brought her chair around the table so that she was sitting directly next to me.





“Turn around your chair so that you’re facing me.” I did exactly as I was told. Still shaking with excitement I didn’t care about my tight jeans anymore. Was she going to hypnotize me? She was really going to hypnotize me. She edged herself to the tip of her chair so that our knees touched delicately and locked her gaze upon me.





“OK, now put out your arms like this and clasp your fingers together.” She demonstrated with her own hands and mine followed immediately without conscious thought, barely a split second behind her lead. She replaced her arms to her sides and flashed her wickedly sinful grin at me. I was lost in her eyes as she began to speak.





“Just hold them together before we start. Make sure your arms are locked together tightly as well as your hands. They’ve both got to be firmly stuck together. You’ve got that right have you?” She lightly took my hands in hers whilst they were interlocked, then did the same to my elbows. I felt them tighten at her touch and her nodding head was still smiling at me.





“…Yes.” The voice was mine but it was sounded weak and distant. I hadn’t meant to speak. She began again, still maintaining her hold of my eyes.





“Now, keep your hands firmly stuck together. Don’t let them un stick,” Yes. Her voice quickened. I didn’t catch every word. They just seemed to flow over me. I felt sedated. My arms were tight.. There was a strange rhythm to her voice. The way she said ‘un stick’. Yes, they seemed to be getting even tighter and stiffer they were getting even tighter. Her voice was still spilling into my head.. “as you slowly bring you arms upwards…” I briefly saw my arms, locked tightly together, obstruct my view of her face as they travelled slowly past my line of vision. “…until they are stuck directly above your head. That’s it. Well done. Stuck together tightly above your head. You‘re doing brilliantly” I somehow knew that my arms were now rigid, locked together and directly above my head. But I wasn’t paying attention to them.





The smile on her face had broadened considerably. “OK then, now we’re ready to begin.” My head was now a fug of confusion. I was completely absorbed in the sight of her pretty face beaming brilliantly in front of me. And now we were only just beginning? I felt my heart pumping with arousal. I tried to feel worried about the state of my jeans - I could feel how aroused I was becoming - but I couldn’t think. It was just her face and her words.





“Now that your arms are firmly above your head I want you to concentrate on my voice and feels my words flowing through you, flowing directly into your clasped hands, your stiff, unmovable arms…” her voice fluttered melodically. I could feel the words flowing into my mind. Intoxicating. Anaesthetizing my senses. “…your arms are stiff and your hands are glued together. Stuck fast together. Inseparable. Bonded and locked together. Nothing can un stick them. No matter how you try, if you tried to un clasp your hands you couldn’t. They are stuck and glued. They are solid and immovable and you aren‘t even aware of them. You can‘t even feel that they are stuck. You are not even aware of how stuck and glued they are.” It was just her face, her words. Her face and her words flowing through my mind into my stiff hands stuck together above my head. I couldn’t even feel…couldn’t…





“Now then, in a minute I am going to ask you to try to un stick your hands but no matter how hard you try your hands will remain firmly clasped and glued together. You’re doing brilliantly so far. Keep focused. You will not be able to release your hands until I snap my fingers. Until I snap my fingers firmly together your hands will be completely stuck. Stronger than cement. You understand what will happen don’t you?”





“…Yes.” My voice again. Low and soft. I barely heard myself. She was nodding her head as she smiled at me and my head began to nod slowly, in perfect synch with hers.





“Good! You’ve done really well.” She clapped her hands together and leant herself fully back into her chair, a broad, satisfied grin spread across her face. With this slight action, my awareness grew back; her body reappeared and my surroundings slowly began to come back into focus. She stretched herself, exposing her pert breasts which separated slightly in her low cut top as she stretched her arms behind her back. Her cleavage reformed and framed her pendent once more as she straightened back up. She was utterly mesmeric. I could hear the clock again, not just her sweet voice.





“So then,” she dipped her head slightly and raised her eyebrows “go one then: Try and un lock your arms. Try it.”





I grinned. I knew I couldn’t. I tried. They were stuck. I couldn’t believe it. I wriggled and tried but there was no connection. They were there but they weren’t there. They were made of stone. They simply weren’t a part of me. They were stiff but numb. Gone. It was exasperating and strange. I felt powerless and thoroughly aroused. I flushed with sex on my cheeks at the realization. “I can’t… I can’t move them!” I gasped in genuine astonishment. I’d wanted it but I somehow didn’t expect it to be so swift. So powerful over me.





“Ahem!” Pete and Olivia were stood in the doorway of the dining room. I brought myself back immediately and re-gathered my senses. I didn’t want to be slipping into a trance in front of my friends. More specifically I felt on the brink of cumming in my jeans and I didn’t want to be doing that in front of them. “I see you two are getting on well.”





“…Yeah, we were… erm, well, Natalie was just… erm…” I floundered hopelessly, my face burning.





“Hee hee!” Natalie giggled and then came to my rescue, “How long have you two been there? I was just demonstrating how a suggestibility test of hypnosis works.”





“Oh really?” said Olivia with a sardonic tilt of her head “Well we’ve been here for a few minutes now. We saw it all. How did this-” she cleared her throat loudly “-how did this suggestibility test go then?”





“Oh alright. It wasn’t much really but it sorta worked.” said Natalie to Olivia whilst she shot a piercing glance at me. I was churning with embarrassment inside.





There was a silence. It seemed like I was missing out on a joke somewhere.





“So did you get any full hypnosis done then?” asked Pete. He was looking at me in a funny manner and grinning like a kid.





“…erm”





“Oh no, it never got that far.” chipped in Natalie. “It was just a suggestibility test, that’s right isn’t it?” She looked over to me.





“Uh, yeah, yeah. That’s right, I mean, I didn’t go under or anything.” I swear they could all read the horniness on my face. Pete especially; he was smirking at me. He must be able to tell. Olivia looked like she was holding in a laugh too.





“OK matey,” Pete said “well… I’m off to bed. I’ve had a few glasses too many with ‘Liv whilst you two were in her getting to know each other so I’m off to bed. See ya later.” He turned and tottered off out of the dining room.





“’Night Pete” called Natalie.





“’Night Pete.” I called out.





“Nat,”





“Yes ‘Liv?”





“I’m sorry to call time on you two when it looks like you were getting on so well but I’ve got to get up in the morning so I’m going to have to give you your lift home now. Sorry.”





“It’s alright, I’m just about ready to leave.” She rose elegantly from her chair.





“Erm,…” I cleared my thoughts.





“Yes?” Natalie swung back to face me.





“Before you go, Natalie,” I gulped and looked up into her eyes, “…could I have your number? I’d really like to meet up again.” She beamed again and bit her lower lip slightly.





“Yeah, I’d like that too.” Before I could tell what was happening, Olivia passed Natalie the post-it note she was holding and a pen. Natalie jotted down her number and dropped it onto my lap with a deft flick of her wrist.





It felt like a dream. I began to realize how light-headed I felt. It wasn’t the drink, I’d only had the one glass of wine. They were going. I sat completely still and watched them putting on their coats, trying not to stare at Natalie’s trim figure now she was standing up again. Her coat was on and she turned to me, her grin seemingly intact.





“Just one last thing before I go….” What was she going to say? Surely she wasn’t going to kiss me in front of Olivia? Not a first kiss right in front of somebody else?





“…Yes?” I felt my insides jump. What was she going to do? Perhaps she had really hypnotized me and I hadn’t noticed. What if she was going to put me under right in front of Olivia? I’d known Pete and Olivia for years. They’d surely see I had a hypnofetish? I couldn’t hide my arousal much longer. Natalie bent down and stole my attention again. Transfixed by her eyes once more. Instantly. The room was beginning to close around her face again…





“I nearly forgot.”





SNAP.





She snapped her fingers and my arms fell to my sides. My mouth fell open.





“Call me.” A final grin, one last look into my eyes and then she turned and strode away with Olivia silently giggling behind her.








*********





The date was arranged for the next Saturday. We spent the week exchanging texts and the occasional email. It was the normal sort of thing; light flirting, joking around and plenty of compliments. But no hypnosis. I didn’t want to mention it for some reason. The thought of it scared me slightly.





It had only taken up the last fifteen minutes of conversation at the dinner at Pete and Olivia’s. What if it didn’t mean the same to her? What if it was just a job to her? What if she thought a hypnofetish was just a weird perversion? No. It couldn’t be, no. She new how aroused I was. She could see, surely? She was basking in it, wasn’t she? Teasing me? She wouldn’t not have withheld those looks if she didn’t find it in some way arousing? She surely doesn’t look at her clients like that? If she did they’d all end up with a hypnofetish. No. She knew. Surely?





My head was spinning all week. Every time I thought about her these questions went round and round in my head. Several times I found myself thinking these thoughts and slipping into a day dreaming trance. Back in the dining room with Natalie. Her face and her voice. Her face and her voice melting into my mind. She’d got my hands locked above my head. And then I’d even forgotten I had any arms! Sat there with my arms stiff, locked together above my head in front of Pete and Olivia, not even aware of it. I thought I’d feel humiliated but it actually just turned me on to think that Natalie had so easily taken control of my body like that. These were the totality of my thoughts for a week. Natalie and hypnosis. Natalie and hypnosis. I’d suddenly snap out of my day dream flustered and aroused. Another fifteen minutes gone in a snap.





The week dragged along in this staccato fashion; anticipation slowed down time and frustrated my working week whilst day dreaming at my desk left gaping holes in my memory. What was I doing? There was a blank computer screen in front me, mocking me with it’s blank, white nothingness. I didn’t like it so slowly it became Natalie’s face again. Natalie’s face. Natalie and hypnosis. Her soft words drifting around me. My body relaxing and drifting…





Brrring brrring. The telephone drills into my skull. Brrring brrring. Drat. Stupid contraption. Leave me alone.





“Hello,”





“Hi there, it’s Alice. Mr. Johnson wants me to tell you he’s going to need the sales report a day early. I told him I knew it wouldn’t be a problem because you said me you were well ahead of schedule.” Crap.





“…erm, yeah. I’m just working on it right now but tomorrow’s a bit of a rush… erm.. when I said ‘two thirds’, I really meant it was more like, well, three fifths?”





“It really doesn’t matter now because the executives are booked in for a 2:30 meeting tomorrow and they need it done by then no matter. Sorry but it‘s all booked.”





Drat. Crap. The blank screen mocked me.





“…OK, tell Mr. Johnson I’ll have it with you at by midday tomorrow Alice.”





“Thanks.”





It was a very late night at the office. Almost midnight when I got home, I collapsed on the bed with the take-away still sitting uncomfortably high in my stomach and drifted off with Natalie’s face and Natalie’s words guiding me into the world of dreams.








*********





I sat in the bar nervously sipping a cocktail as I waited for her to arrive. My stomach was a bundle of ribbons and I was conscious of sipping my drink a little too often, looking around a bit too much, fiddling with my hands, checking my phone, sipping too much….





Natalie arrived spot on 8 o’clock. I was relieved and nervous all at once as she walked confidently over to greet me. I was instantly on my feet. She took my hand and kissed me gently on the cheek. A vapour of her sweet perfume surrounded my head.





“Good to see you again, Natalie.” I said smiling from cheek to cheek as she set her eyes back on mine. “You look stunning.” She really did. Her dark brown hair flowed to her shoulders like darkly exotic silk, her lips glistened as she smiled back at me, her slender arms were painted in skin tight arm-length silk gloves and her brilliant figure was accentuated by the tight-fitting dark dress that outlined her figure in perfect curves. Her eyes sparkled with same power and mischief that had kept me her dizzy prisoner all week long and made me feel weak.





“Good to see you too, how was your week?” Wow! How was my week? I’ve spent all week fantasizing at my desk, thank you, and it’s kept me hornier than a rhinoceros.





“Oh, it’s been good. I’ve been busy at work to be honest but looking forward to this has kept me going since last weekend -”





“Oh yes, last weekend!” She chuckled to herself and tilted her head forward as she had done before. She still held my hand in hers from our opening embrace and I became conscious of it again, as if it was firmer now. Soft and firm around my own hand. “Forget about last weekend. You’re with me now. We get to meet each other all over again. You seem a bit nervous, let’s just enjoy the moment. Forget about the past. Forget last whatever happened last weekend. Life’s always most enjoyable when you focus on the moment and let everything else fade away.”





I could still feel her hand in mine and she was biting her lip again, ever so softly. I felt overcome with her whole physicality. it wasn’t at all like the feeling of being lost in only her face and voice but it still gave me the same serenity in my head and a tingle of sex streaked across my skin and stirred in my loins.





“Oh, one last thing before we go through to the restaurant - I don’t want to hear about your work life either. You can forget that too. This is officially fun and games time.” She grinned her wicked smile at in expectation of an answer,





“It’s a deal.”





“Great! Let’s go through then.”





With that she loosened my hand which dropped to my side, lead me through into the restaurant and in an instant we were sat facing each other on a secluded table for two. When the waiter came Natalie asked me if I minded her ordering the wine. I didn’t at all and so the responsibility went to her.





Just as before, her company was magnetic and compelling. We drank and ate and chatted and chatted without an awkward moment all evening long. She told me about her passion for wine and how she hated the snobbery surrounding enjoying fine wines. A good wine, she said, was the key to a pleasant evening. Good company and good food were needed too, but a fine wine has the ability to lift even the blandest meal to a higher level. It lifts pale food into life and invigorates the flavours and textures of your meal. It also does the same to company so that even a dullard or bore can, she said, become animated and interesting. She assured me with her characteristic cheeky grin that this did not apply to me. No, I fell into the second category of people whose company was great to start with but was further enhanced by little tipple.





Red wine was, of course, her favourite. The depth of flavour possible that is achievable with a red is far greater than anything white wine is capable of and red is superior for variety of aromas, bodies and flavours too. European wine has a tendency to be over-priced and over-rated, French wine especially. There’s nothing up with it, she continued, but there isn’t an American wine that can’t match it or beat it and the America wine will always, always be cheaper. Better value and better wine. No contest whatsoever.





It was fascinating what she knew. I learnt about the glasses: “I love wine glasses. They’re such a simple and distinctive design. You can even picture it with your eyes closed. Go ahead. Try it.“ I did and she was right. It’s easy to picture a wine glass. The wine glass is shaped with the distinctive stem like that so that it may be held there, giving you a clear view of the wine to check for colour and clarity without clasping the wine and effecting the temperature.





The deeper the colour, the more intense the flavour, that‘s a general rule with red wine but it isn‘t universal. She picked the deep dark red so that I could savour something which she knew had a full body and good character. The concentration of the alcohol has a distinct effect on the flavour of the wine; a lower alcohol content means that the alcohol has a lesser effect on the flavour allowing the sweeter fruity flavours of the grape to come to prominence whereas the stronger wines gave you a woodier, smokier taste that compliments their intoxicating properties. The wine we are drinking is fairly strong but not instantly overpowering. By the end of the night however, she assures me, I will be feeling a little light-headed.





“The sensation of the alcohol on the tongue is also important in contributing to the experience of drinking wine. This particular red, because it is stronger than average will produce a warm sensation in the mouth and throat as you drink it. This is the alcohol which mimics the sense of heat and provides you with that warming, relaxing contented feeling as it drips slowly down and soaks into your system. You can really feel it can’t you?”





“Yes, I can. My mouth and throat are warmer.”





“Good, that’s right. And the more you can feel that sensation, the more you know the wine is effecting you and helping you relax.”





The starters and main course came and went and the evening drifted along without a hitch, flowing smoothly and softly, just like the wine. When it came to dessert we’d almost polished off the bottle and we both had only a few mouthfuls left.





“I want you to concentrate on the aroma the wine now. What the snobs in the business call ’taking in the bouquet’.” I giggled a little tipsily at her frank nature, I never thought she could have known so much about a subject I thought to be the reserve of portly old millionaires. “Take in a deep breath, fill your lungs to get the most of it and really indulge the feeling. Feel as if you are almost breathing in the wine, as if you can feel in affecting your mind directly by the smell alone.“ I did as I was told and, took in a deep, deep breath and inhaled the concealed and complex aroma.





“Now hold that breath in for a moment and let your mind concentrate….. OK, that’s good. Exhale now.“ I let my breath out slowly. “Listen. Listen to the flavours - can you smell the blackberries and apples in the aroma, along with a hint of oak wood?”





“Yes. Yes. I can actually smell them all.”





“That’s brilliant, you’re doing brilliantly. You know, at the start of the evening you told me you didn’t know a thing about wine and here you are now - all relaxed and confident and speaking with authority like a connoisseur!” I grinned from ear to ear at the compliment. It was all true - I really could taste all the different flavours. What once was simply red wine was now a complex and unique mix. A basket full of individual flavours, textures and aromas all combining to form something new and spectacular. I felt as though all of my senses had been heightened and attuned to a new level. I felt on top of the world. Good food, good wine and the uninterrupted company of a beautiful, seductive and intelligent lady.





The dessert was finished now and we sat with only a mouthful of wine apiece. “Now that we’ve finished eating, I have one more thing to tell you about the wine. The texture of wine also specific to each vintage, and in turn, the texture of each vintage is specifically effected by the food you have eaten. Now that we have had our dessert you will be able to more easily discern the particularly smooth and creamy texture of this wine.” She tilted her head and took a slow, sensual sip herself. “Go ahead, take some. but hold it in your mouth for a second.”





I immediately did as I was told. I took my mouthful and kept it in my mouth, savouring the flavours, awaiting my instructions.





“Now slowly roll your tongue around the top of your mouth.” I did so, exactly as she told me. “Feel how exceedingly smooth it feels against the tip of your tongue. So smooth and delicate that it somehow feels as if there is no resistance as you move your tongue around. So smooth it feels as if you mouth is empty, empty with no resistance whatsoever. Feel how it feels as if there is actually nothing at all - you know there is wine there because you drank it yourself but the texture is so smooth, so incomprehensibly silky and intoxicating that you feel,” she paused and took the last of her wine too, visibly swilling it around in her own mouth, searching for the words. “…you feel as if there is nothing there at all. You feel as if your head, your whole head, is completely… empty. Empty and blank.”





Yes. It does feel like that. Yes. Blank and Empty. Empty and blank. Completely blank and empty.





It was hard to take it in. “Yes….my mouth…feels empty..”





“And now as you swallow the wine, feel that feeling, that feeling of nothingness, that wonderful intoxicating feeling of emptiness, blankness, feel it - warm and treacly - slipping down inside you and spreading across your whole body.”





Yes. I felt it do exactly that. It spread entirely from my head, down my spine, tingling down to the tips of my fingers and toes. Numbing and stupefying me as I sat there listening, captivated by her knowledge.





“Good. Well done. You’re doing brilliantly.” I noticed dimly that at some point her smile had broadened considerably though I had not noticed at what point it happened. I felt faintly aware that my own smile had broadened too, not consciously but in exact reflection of her. And then I noticed that her face was only inches from my own, that she was leaning fully across the table. When had this happened? She sat back looking satisfied with herself and I sat completely still wondering what she was going to say.





“I have something else to tell you.”





“…Yes.” My voice was faint.





“You’ve had a lovely time this evening, haven’t you?”





“Yes.” More certain now but still faint.





“I’ve been sparkling company haven’t I?”





“Yes.”





“And you like me, don’t you.”





“Yes.” I wasn’t really conversing. I couldn’t think. What to say? Yes? Yes? Yes,





“I can tell you like me. But do you want to know something else?”





“Yes.”





“There’s some things you’ve forgotten, isn’t there?”





“Yes.” What was I saying? I was agreeing with her blindly. How could I know that I’d forgotten something? Surely if I’d forgotten something I wouldn’t be aware of it. I’m confused. What is she…





“You’ve forgotten about being hypnotized haven’t you?”





“Yes.” She’s a hypnotherapist! A hypnotherapist for crying out loud! How did I forget that?





“And you forgot all about being hypnotized last week at Olivia’s house didn’t you?”





“Yes.” How had that happened? I’d spent all week fantasizing about it and now I was in her company I’d spent the entire evening without it even crossing my own mind.





“You’ve even forgotten what food you’ve just eaten haven’t you?”





“Yes.” Bloody hell! It was true. I couldn’t remember a thing I’d eaten. Starter, main course, dessert - all wiped blank from my memory.





“And you haven’t even realized that you’re deeply hypnotized right now. You went under so easily last week that I knew you’d be so, so easy to hypnotize again and you were. You’ve been hypnotized since I caught your eye when I arrived and you’ve been going deeper ever since. I had you in a light trance in the bar and now you’re so deeply under my power that you can’t but help to mindlessly agree with me. You agree with everything I say, don’t you?”





“Yes.” I couldn’t believe it. The arousal which had been a gently flowing undercurrent throughout the evening now rose instantly gushing directly into my cheeks and between my legs. They burned bright with desire and red hot lust, my heart pumped rapidly, my lips parted in shock and my mouth fell open. I though I might swear out of pure amazement but my mind remained blank and I simply sat there, dumb and dumbfounded. Mesmerized, staring directly into her dark, hypnotic eyes.





“You didn’t even notice when I stopped talking about the wine and started openly deepening your trance, isn’t that right?”





“Yes.” I felt myself slipping further and further into trance with every response.





“Yes, that’s right. I know all about you. I could see how aroused you were last week when you fell under for me. It was only a brief trance but I could see how hot you were for me. I could also see plainly that you have a fetish for hypnosis. Don’t worry, it’s quite a common thing I encounter with my customers. I haven’t ever fancied any of them enough to take it any further but you’re different. I like the thought of you being completely under my control. And as for you? Well! You’re desperate for me to hypnotize and turn you into my sex slave, you are desperate to have me right now, you want me to take control and hypnotize you, you lust for hypnosis, you lust to be mindlessly obedient, don’t you?”





“Yes.” I flushed deeper. Utterly aflame and hot for her. I fell deeper. Utterly aflame and hot for her.





“I want you to do something for me now. Something which is going to send you even deeeeper. Something which is going to tip you over the edge. I am going to make you realize just how deep you are under my control and when you realize this you will realize how incapable your are of resisting my hypnosis. You will realize that you cannot resist slipping deeper and deeeeper into trance and that realization will force you to fall - instantly - into a hypnotic trance infinitely deeper than the deep waking trance that you are already in. In short your eyes will slowly close and you will fall into a complete, unconscious hypnotic trance. Completely under my spell and my hypnotic toy. Anything I ask of you, you will perform without hesitation. You will be unable to resist any of my commands. Completely obedient and compliant. Completely mindless and obedient. Completely entranced and deeply under my control. Utterly enslaved. Hypnotized beyond resistance. Tell me you understand.”





“Yes. I understand.” My head swam.





“Take the empty wine bottle from me.” She placed the bottle carefully into my weak hands and held it there; my hands held in her hands and the empty wine bottle held there by us both. “Now think back to the meal we have eaten. You can’t remember what you’ve eaten but you remember the wine don’t you?”





“Yes.” Deeper, I fell.





“You remember what colour it was don’t you?”





“Yes.” Deeper and deeper.





“Good, that’s right. Tell me what colour the wine was.”





“…Red.” More and more, further and further.





“Excellent. I want you now to look down and read to me the label of the bottle we’ve just drunk.” My eyes obediently looked down and my mouth automatically began reading.





“Merryvale…..20007.….Sauvignon Blanc…Julianna Vineyards…..Napa Valley… California…..White….”





I realized….





“White Wine….” I realized….how deeply hypnotized…..my body was sinking down….. the restaurant was fading away…..the bottle was slipping….her hands took it from mine…..my arms slipping to my side…..so deeply….my eyes.. I can’t….





“That’s right.”





“Fall deeper, deeper and deeeeper into hypnosis. Unable to resist, going deeper into Sleep, deeper and deeper, sleepier and sleepier…..” Her voice…so sweet….so relaxing…sooo…unable to resist…..so deep…..falling…..falling…fall….





SNAP.





Darkness and blank. Pleasant euphoria and emptiness. Natalie’s voice washing over me. Absolute arousal. Hormones and endorphins. Guiding me. Everything automatic. No thoughts. Only responses and feelings. Completely obedient. Completely Obedient. Pheromones and pleasure. Deeply hypnotized. Completely blank.





Colours and shapes flashing past. Her voice massaging my mind. Her voice caressing my soul. Her voice. Leading me. Unable to resist. Yes. I obey. Completely hypnotized. So aroused. So horny. So nice. So pleasant. Heart beating. Horny. Hot. Turned on. Hormones. Pheromones. Colours, shapes, sounds - Not important. Deeply hypnotized. Under her control. Her voice - my focus. Her voice - so pleasant. Horny. Her words - controlling my thoughts. Her words - controlling my body. Yes. I obey. Completely hypnotized. Horny. Aroused. Completely hypnotized.





“One….Two…..Three.” SNAP.





“Hello again. And welcome to my apartment, my little Pet.” I blinked several times. Stood there in amazement. Looked around. The restaurant gone. In her apartment, apparently. She stood in a doorway in the same dark brown figure-hugging dress and arm-length gloves, leaning seductively against the wall, silhouetted by the light behind her. I was in a smart living room, a stylish black leather sofa sat in front of a large widescreen TV. The walls were covered in big posters of things hypnotic. They were fascinating: A cheesy female-vampire film with lady vamp and a hypnotic stare. A swinging pendulum with the words ‘You are feeling sleepy’ underneath. A twirling spiral, twisting ever inwards, deeper and deeper, down and down…





“Oh don’t look at that those too long, my sleepy little Pet, you’ll end up falling back under. I’ve put a lot of commands and triggers inside your head.” The grin on her face was broader than I’d ever seen it before and I was, without doubt, hornier than I ever thought possible. I was definitely more hypnotized than I thought possible too. I struggled to catch my thoughts - how had I got here? My mind was blank. We were in the restaurant and then….then….? Just a blank. Nothing. And now I was stood here in her apartment. My final memories was slipping out of consciousness at the restaurant and after that I couldn’t be sure. One thing I was sure of was that more hypnotized than I’d ever dared to dream.





“So, do you like being hypnotized? Tell me how you feel?”





I gulped. My mouth was like cotton wool. I swallowed hard. “Horny Mistress.” Mistress. That was new but I wasn’t surprised, not in the slightest. The words came out automatically. I’d wanted to say something smooth and suave. I’d wanted to say, “I’m glad to be here, it’s a lovely place you’ve got.” but the words came out on their own. Automatic and brutally honest.





I became aware of the strangeness of the situation: She was stood in the doorway, I was stood directly opposite and behind was a corridor leading to another room. I wondered what she was going to do. I wondered what I was going to do.





“Yes, of course you are horny. You’re hornier than ever before. You’re living a hypnofetishist dream!” She licked her lips. “Indulge me for a second, I like to hear you address me properly. It makes me wet for you. I love knowing you can’t resist, knowing you’re completely at my command. Say it for me: Tell me you can’t resist.”





“I cannot resist, Mistress.” Again it was automatic. She rolled her eyes and exhaled with joy. My heart pumped harder, pheromones rushed around my body increasing the size of my arousal.





“Tell me you are completely under my control.”





“I am completely under your control, Mistress.” The same voice again. Monotonous and out of my control. She closed her eyes and her knees buckled slightly. I became conscious of my underwear, growing more aroused by the second, bursting with desire.





“Oh yes I love this!” She straightened herself up. “Now we are going to play a little game. Your subconscious already knows the rules but I’m going to tell you again because,” she rolled her eyes again, bit her lower lip and moaned ever so softly, “…because I love to know that you know you are being completely obedient. If only you could see the look on your face when you realize how deeply hypnotized you are…...” She closed her eyes again and adjusted her knickers beneath her dress.





“Where was I? Oh yes, the rules. The rules are really very simple my little Pet. I am going to perform a strip tease and you are going to remain in a waking trance and watch me. You will be perfectly unable to touch yourself even though you want to with an ever increasing desire. You will be struck with a desire to come to me and eat out my swollen, wet pussy. This desire will fill your very soul. Your own desire will still be there and it will continue to grow but you will not be able to acknowledge your own needs until my sexual requirements have been fulfilled. You understand so far don’t you, my hypnotized Pet?”





“Yes Mistress.” My head buzzed with hypnotic surrender.





“Good. Now then, as I remove my clothes you will find that you are will slowly step increasingly close to me to perform your duty. By the time I start to remove my bra you will be directly in front of me, you will be close enough to feel my breath on your face and close enough to obey your instructions. However, when I have fully removed my bra you will fall to your hands and knees and repeat over and over again, ‘I must obey my Mistress Natalie. I must obey my Mistress Natalie.’ Say, ‘yes Mistress’.”





“Yes Mistress.” I could see her squirming with hot, wet pleasure. Her eyes - so captivating, still staring into them - were almost mad with power and wide with pure sexual passion. At the same time the thought of helplessly carrying out the instructions in a deep trance sent me even deeper into


submission.





“Now then, let’s just practice your lines.” SNAP.





“I must obey my Mistress Natalie. I must obey my Mistress Natalie. I must obey….” The words came out rhythmically, monotonously. It was the only thought in my head and it spilled out of my mouth simultaneously. “I must obey my Mistress Natalie. I must obey my Mistress Natalie. I must obey-”





SNAP. I stopped.





“That’s right. Very good.” She leant down to her side, picked up a remote control and pointed directly behind her. I stood there motionless. Blank. Nothing but a statue of desire.





The music started up. Nina Simone - I Put A Spell On You. The music filled the air and Natalie, sexier than ever, began to slink and dance. The smile that I’d fallen for so completely was, as ever, broad across her face as her hips began to swing in perfect rhythm with the music.





She deftly flicked off her high heels and I found myself flush further, fall deeper and take a robotic step forward.





Her hips, shoulders and knees all swung together in perfect harmony and she slunk down with her silk-gloved hands caressing the either side of her body - breasts, stomach and legs - all the way down till she was crouching, provocatively revealing her cleavage and stroking her calves with her silken finger tips. Without changing stance she looked up and caught my mindless glance with a look of pure lust. My legs stepped closer once more and my mind fell, fell, fell.





Still swinging expertly to the music she drew her hands softly back up her legs catching the bottom of her dress just below her knees, bringing it up with her - above the knees, above her thighs to reveal her lacy black stocking tops. Her mouth slightly open, she licked her lips, I found myself closer without realizing, then she let her dress drop back.





Turning her back, she danced a step closer to me with her peachy ass swaying hypnotically to the beat. I felt I couldn’t hold back my arousal much longer as she leant her arms against the sides of the doorway and pushed her sexy ass toward me as it continued to dance in synergy with to the music. My legs obeyed once more and I was another step closer and another trance deeper.





She took a step back to the doorway then quickly turned back to face me, slunk down and brought her dress up as she continued to oscillate her dance. Hips, shoulders and breasts were a picture of feminine beauty in perpetual motion. Up, up came the dress to the beat of the music. Back over the lacy stocking tops, over her black lacy knickers, up and up further danced the dress, up and over her matching lacy bra, over her head and onto the floor. Closer I came to her and closer and closer I felt to complete submission and sexual bliss.





Still dancing, only wearing her silk gloves and lacy black underwear my mind was blank. Not just with hypnosis but also with all-consuming arousal. She skilfully removed unfastened her bra and I was suddenly within touching distance. I felt her breath upon my face, hot and sweet. The bra landed on the floor and my knees buckled beneath me slowly bringing me to my knees.





Nothing but arousal filled my every nerve, every inch of my skin tingled with sex.





“I must obey my Mistress Natalie. I must obey my Mistress Natalie. I must obey my Mistress Natalie. I must obey my……”





“Very good. Continue to chant my Pet.” I must obey my Mistress Natalie. I must obey my Mistress Natalie. I must obey my Mistress. “Now look up into my eyes, my Hypnotized Pet.” I did so mindlessly and saw that above me she was now holding a black, studded leather dog collar and dangling it with coquettish abandon. “Be a good little Pet and sit up whilst we put your lead on. SIT!”





Instinctively, I understood the command and sat on my knees with my hands still on the floor supporting the weight of my mindless body.





Click. The collar was on. “Now walk with me.” She strode down the corridor and I followed on all fours. Held by her hypnotic control over me, held by the collar and leash that linked us physically. I did not stop. I could not stop:





“I must obey my Mistress Natalie. I must obey my Mistress Natalie.” Eventually we came to her bedroom and she stood with her back to her large bed, ready to let herself fall back onto the black silk sheets.





“Gooooood little Pet.” She patted me on the head and tickled my chin.





“I must obey my Mistress Natalie. I must obey my Mistress Natalie.” Deeper and deeper it drove me.





“We both know what you’re going to do now. You’re going to eat out my throbbing wet pussy until I cum and believe me, I’m very grateful for you doing this but it’s not going to be that simple. Stop chanting now, Pet.” Silence. My mind went still. Blank and gagging for it. Nothing more.





“SIT!” I sat up obediently. “Goooood Pet. The fact of the matter is, you’ve wanted me since you first laid eyes on me haven’t you?”





“Yes Mistress.”





“The fact of the matter is, you’d be happy to go down on me even if you weren’t in a deep trance and completely unable to resist. Isn’t that so.”





“Yes Mistress.”





“And because of that I’ve decided that you must be completely unaware of what you are doing when your are sucking and licking my pussy with your obedient tongue. Completely unconscious of what you are doing. That way we’ll both know for sure what a goooood, obedient, deeply hypnotized little thing you are. Don’t worry my Pet, I will allow you the pleasure of remembering your service once you have finished, but whilst you are between my legs performing your duty you will be completely unconscious, just as you were after you read out the wine label at the restaurant. You understand this don’t you.”





“Yes Mistress.”





“But do you know how I am going to shift you from your current waking trance to an unconscious trance? No, of course you don’t. How that will happen is deeply inbedded in your unconscious mind. Your conscious mind doesn’t have a clue how you fall this time. You are simply blank and obedient…” she looked at me sitting there in front of her like a loyal like a dog, dribbling with desire, lust written all over my face and between my legs, “…and you’re evidently turned on. I’ll tell you how you will fall into this state of unconscious trance - I am going to make you realize, just like I did in the restaurant, how completely and hopelessly under my control you are. How unable to resist you have become. I am going to demonstrate how it is me and my words that control your every thought and alter your perceptions. And when realize this again you will sink into mindless obedience and bring me to orgasm with your tongue. You understand?”





“Yes Mistress.” At the very back of my mind I wondered how it would happen this time.





“Look up.” My head obeyed and I sat there, inches from her wet, throbbing pussy. She took off the leash and threw it away then slid her thumb under the elastic of her knickers, slid it around and snapped them back to her body.





“Look very carefully at my black lacy knickers.”





“Yes Mistress.” The were dainty and soaking wet around her pussy. I could smell her intense, fresh, dripping arousal, taking me further under her spell and making me more and more aroused.





“You like them don’t you?”





“Yes Mistress.”





“You want me to remove them don’t you?”





“Yes Mistress.”





“But I am not going to remove them. I am simply going to snap my fingers.”





SNAP.





I blinked. Her dripping, throbbing pussy with a Brazilian wax. She was not wearing any knickers. She had not been wearing any knickers all evening. My head swam with the realization that she was not wearing any……..not wearing any…….not wear……I am so deeply hypno…….so deeply….so deep…





Blackness and emptiness fell down on my consciousness with a wave pleasure. Hormones, pheromones and sex raced around my pulsating body. My head - blank. Blank. Empty. Obedient. Her pussy. Fresh. Wet. Warm. Throbbing. Her hand against my head. Obedient. Empty. Aroused. Hot. Licking. Her taste. Sucking. Her smell. Lapping. Moaning. Wet. Licking. Pleasure. Obey. Sucking. Blank. Completely hypnotized. I must obey my Mistress Natalie. I must obey my Mistress Natalie. Licking. Lapping. Warm Wet. Moaning. Groaning. Blank. Obey. Obey. Pleasure. Her smell. Her Taste. Moaning. Moaning. Moaning. Groaning. Grabbing. Gasping. Gasping. I must obey my Mistress Natalie. I must obey my Mistress Natalie. Blank. Blank. I must obey. Blank. Empty. Blank.





“One…… Two…..Three.” SNAP.





My eyes opened. Natalie was reclined on the bed still naked but for her stockings and gloves and I was stood up opposite her, still with the aching desire between my legs, desperate for release.





“I’d like to thank you,” she said, drawing on a cigarette, “that was the most satisfaction I’ve had for years. You’re a very, very good, obedient Pet.” A strange feeling of pride washed over me but my longing for release remained. “You’re such a gooooood little Pet that I’m going to reward you very soon but first there are a few of things I want you to agree to. Do you think you can do that for me?”





“Yes Mistress.” She laughed silently to herself. We both knew it was not as if I had a choice.





“First, I want you to write up a short story detailing our date and how we met and post it on inraptured.com. . I know you are aware of the website, you told me whilst you were deep in trance. I want you to write our story to the best of your ability because there is a competition and your Mistress wishes to win the prize. Is that understood?”





“Yes Mistress.”





“I want you to put it into your own words and it must be all your own work but you shall give me the prize if you are the winner. You will also include in the story the phrase ‘I must obey my Mistress Natalie’, and not just when it comes to the parts you’ve been chanting it, after all you’ve said it countless times this evening. I want you to put it in on it’s own. In an entirely gratuitous manner to show how obedient you can be. You understand?”





“Yes Mistress, I understand.”





I must obey my Mistress Natalie.





“And there is one final thing I want you to do for me. You may have realized how much I enjoy altering your perception. Making you think I am wearing knickers, making you think you are drinking red wine….”





“Yes Mistress.”





“Well I want you to alter the perception of the reader, just as I have altered your perception: Did you know that when you read a story, it is impossible not to picture the scene that the words describe. In effect, you will be hypnotizing each and every one of the people who read your story. I want you to use the power of suggestion to alter the perception of your reader just as I have used mine to hypnotize you. I know that you are very open about and unashamed of your feelings for me -your Mistress- and that you agree there is no reason why we should hide the nature of our relationship but I want you to remain, to a certain extent,” she paused, “anonymous in the story: I want your sex and our sexuality to be kept hidden from the reader until the final passages of your story. Do you understand me, Mina my Pet”





“Yes Mistress Natalie. I understand.” At that command my arousal tripled. Once again I became more aroused than I had previously thought possible. My pussy dripping so wet I could feel the dampness showing even through my jeans. My nipples stood erect through my top, my cleavage rising and falling to the gasping breaths I took, shaking with pure wanting to fuck, release and cum.





“Good Girl. I’m sure we will make an excellent couple, don’t you agree my Pet?”





“Yes Mistress.” Hypnotized or not, I’d never meant anything more sincerely in my life.





“Good Girl. Now go to SLEEP!”





Blackness and obedience. Sleep and obey. I must obey my Mistress Natalie. I must obey my Mistress Natalie. Pleasure and falling deeper. Pheromones and pleasure. Heat and warmth. Hormones. Pleasure. Absolute pleasure. Throbbing. Obedience. I must obey my Mistress Natalie. I must obey my Mistress Natalie. Hands and pleasure. Warmth and touch. Warmth and touch. Pleasure and wetness. Joy and bliss. Warmth and touch. Moaning - my own voice. Moaning. Uncontrollable pleasure. I must obey my Mistress Natalie. I must obey my Mistress Natalie. I must obey my Mistress Natalie. I must obey my Mistress Natalie.





“One……Two…….Three.” SNAP.





My eyes opened. I was on Natalie’s bed, completely naked. I was covered in a sweet smelling oil all over my body and I arched in the unbearable pleasure that rode in deep throbbing waves up and down, up and down, up and down. I could feel my Mistress’s touch all over me but my eyes seemed blind. Her voice washed over me.





“As you begin to cum you will helplessly begin to repeat your mantra and as you do so you will once again be able to see me.”





The pleasure intensified immediately and my mouth began to chant.





“I must obey my Mistress Natalie. I must obey my Mistress Natalie. I must obey my Mistress Natalie. I must obey my Mistress Natalie. I must obey my Mistress Natalie. I must obey my Mistress Natalie…” As soon as I obeyed and chanted the source of my pleasure became visible to my hypnotized eyes. There above me was Natalie, naked and oiled herself and riding me ecstatically with a double-ended, black strap-