2 comments/ 38149 views/ 11 favorites Don Juan of Hypnotic Suggestion Ch. 01 By: SusanJillParker "Look in my eyes. You are getting sleepy. Close your eyes and sleep, sleep, sleep." John Bonn was the Don Juan of hypnotism and hypnotic suggestion. Something that, no doubt, every man wishes that he could do, he hypnotized women for sex. He hypnotized women to voluntarily and willingly strip themselves naked. He hypnotized women so that he could have their wicked, sexual way without them having any memory of what he did to them and all that they did to him. "Look in my eyes. You are getting very sleepy. Close your eyes and sleep, sleep, sleep." He imagined himself being able to have sex with that one, two, a dozen, or a hundred women that he's always lusted over. Once he learned how to hypnotize women, he could have sex with any woman any time. Helping people to lose weight, lessen pain, and/or to stop smoking, hypnotism is a powerful medical tool when used in the right hands by a licensed, medical professional. When used in the wrong hands, John was a modern day Ted Bundy or John Wayne Gacy but without the trail of dead bodies. If there was a trail of anything, there was a trail of discarded clothes and willingly removed panties and bras. "Get naked, naked, naked. Take off your blouse. And your bra. Now remove your skirt...and your panties." His real surname once was and would have been John Von Bonn but an ignorant clerk at the infamous Castle Garden, before Ellis Island, dropped the Von when his family migrated from Germany in the early 1880's. Blessed with the good looks of his German father, Franz, and his tall, beautiful, Norwegian mother, Hilda, he had the beautiful, long, thick, blonde hair of Robert Redford and the big, blue, piercing eyes of Paul Newman. With his rosy complexion and rugged good looks, a man's man, a manly man, and a macho man, although he looked like a 6'2" angel without wings in a man's muscular body, when it came to women, he had the black heart of a Devil. "Now get on your knees and take me in your mouth. That's right stroke me while sucking me. Suck me like you love me." Someone who looked as good as he did didn't need hypnotism to remove the panties and bras from women but, rather, wanting to do without the conversation, the commitments, and the complications, hypnosis was his perfect answer to bedding women without all of the repercussions of having a love relationship. Even before he learned how to hypnotize women, popular with the opposite sex and already successful with bedding women, women adored him. Short, tall, fat, thin, young, or old, what was not to adore? "Have you met John Bon? He's so cute. He's so sexy," they'd all say. "I'd do him if I could." He was as handsome as he was charming and as intelligent as he was witty. Alas, his downfall, and his reason why he took sexual advantage of women by hypnotizing them to give them hypnotic, sexual suggestions, he was as perversely perverted as he was good looking. Seeing him as a good guy and a find catch, women weren't aware that he was the Devil in disguise of an angel. In the way that those victims never saw Ted Bundy coming, they'd never perceive him as the sexual pervert that he was. * * * * * Much in the way of the real Don Juan of old, the Marquis de Sade, or any Hollywood leading man who sexually used and emotionally abused women, he had a real problem with sex. With drugs and alcohol going hand in hand with having sex with women when meeting them for the first time, John didn't need drugs and/or alcohol to have sex with women. If his good looks weren't enough, he had hypnotism. He had hypnotic suggestions. He had control of their sub-conscious minds. "Look me in the eyes. You want me. You need me. You must have sex with me." With a cock as hard and as big as was his sex drive and with him having a voracious, sexual appetite in wanting to bed so very many different women, he couldn't get enough of having sex with women. Women, women, women, he loved bedding different women. With him going from one woman to another, who wouldn't take sexual advantage of women when it was so easy to get them naked and in bed? Being that he was so nice, so kind, so intelligent, and so funny, women would never think ill of him. They'd never think that he was only after one thing and that being to have sex with their hypnotized bodies. Not in a million years would they ever think that he was as perversely perverted as he was to take sexual advantage of women through hypnosis. With one man filling the role every generation of being a playboy player, he was the ultimate playboy player and with women not even knowing they've been played, women didn't stand a chance. In the way that Rudolph Valentino, Clark Gable, Cary Grant, David Niven, Tom Cruise, Denzel Washington, Brad Pitt, George Clooney, Robert Pattison, Christian Bale, and Hugh Jackman, et al, were heartthrobs, he was too. With all of the above Hollywood celebrities once holding the torch of romanticism and sexual desire before passing it to another, he was John Bonn, the Don Juan of hypnosis. There wasn't a woman that he couldn't hypnotize. There wasn't a woman that he could get naked. There wasn't a woman that he couldn't plant an erotic suggestion in her mind for her to have sex with him. Now with an unfair advantage, no match for his good looks and his magical hypnotic powers, before they could even realize what was happening to them, within seconds, they were hypnotized. With just his words and with just his focused stare, he could put any woman in a spell and under his hypnotic power. Then, once he tapped into her sub-conscious, he'd plant a hypnotic suggestion to make her think that it was her idea to get naked. Naked, naked, naked, women actually thought that they were the ones taking sexual advantage of him instead of the other way around with him taking sexual advantage of them. Of superior intellect, a recent graduate of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology where he majored in computer science, he was as intelligent as he was good looking. Moreover, through hypnosis, he had the perfect job to take sexual advantage of women. Invited in and working behind closed doors, he worked as an on call, in home, computer tech. How convenient, especially with women who lived alone, he had the perfect job to have his wicked, sexual way with women. Once he was finished with them, with just a click of his fingers to erase their memory of what happened and all that he sexually did with them, whenever he found single, unattached woman to hypnotize, no one knew, not even the women suspected that he had his wicked sexual way with them. * * * * * His adventure with hypnotism started when he went to a show of hypnotism with his friends at the Eliot. A grand hotel where the likes of George Vanderbilt and Andrew Carnagie once stayed, and that was rumored to have been once owned by John Astor, the richest man in the world at the time, who was lost at sea with the sinking of the Titanic. Not believing that anyone could be hypnotized, especially the women that the Great Gordon was calling up on stage from the audience, John figured the whole thing was just a show for the purposes of entertainment and that there was no real substance and/or science behind hypnotism and hypnosis. He believed that the women called up on stage were just plants, relatives and friends of Dr. Gordon, probably, that is, if he was even a doctor. A real skeptic, he didn't believe in hypnotism and/or hypnotic suggestion, until the woman sitting at the next row over and up from him stared at the stage and continued staring at the stage long after the show was over and everyone was leaving. The big room cleared as fast as people leave at the end of the movie before giving those behind the scenes their just due acknowledgement by watching the credits. With her just sitting there and staring off in space, he knew there was something wrong with her. As if she was on drugs, she continued sitting there and staring at the stage while mesmerized by Dr. Gordon. He stared at her waiting for her to move and/or do something other than stare at the stage and at Dr. Gordon. Could she really be hypnotized? Being the sexual pervert that he was, as his off-the-cuff test to determine to see if she was really hypnotized, he wondered if he sat beside her, if she'd allow him to feel her breasts while sticking a horny hand up her short skirt to cup her panty clad pussy. If she really was hypnotized, he wondered if she'd awaken or if she'd allow him to continue sexually assaulting her. The answers to his questions made him wonder more about hypnotism and hypnotic suggestions to make him want to learn about everything he could about hypnosis. Definitely, by his limited knowledge of hypnotism, looking as if she was in a hypnotic trance, at first glance, she appeared to be hypnotized. Not wanting to leave her just sitting there to fend for herself alone, he didn't know what else to do. Leaving her there alone would be like leaving an uneaten candy bar on the seat. He couldn't just leave her there in the dark once they turned out the lights. With the Great Gordon taking his bows, thanking everyone for coming, and telling all to drive home safely, he called up to him. "Excuse me," he said stepping closer. "Excuse me. Dr. Gordon, excuse me," he waved while walking closer to the stage where the Great Gordon was just about to take his leave behind the curtain. "I'm sorry to bother you but—" "Yes?" Once Dr. Gordon realized that they weren't acquainted, the good doctor looked at him with curiosity. "Would you like an autograph? Is that it? Autographed photos of me are available in the lobby for ten dollars. My book, Hypnotize Anyone Anytime is on sale there to for $30. My DVD, You're Getting Sleepy, is $20. Here's my card," he said reaching in his pocket to hand him his business card. "You can schedule me for a show by contacting my assistant at that number," he said as if he's been approached by a thousand times by admirers and, no doubt, by the packed house, he had been routinely approached by admirers. "No thank you. I mean, yes, I'll probably buy your book, Hypnotize Anyone Anytime, but the woman sitting in back is hypnotized," he said pointing to the woman sitting alone and staring mindlessly at the stage. As if there was a spotlight shining over her head, dressed in white as if she was a nurse or a ghost, she looked like Glen Close did sitting in the stands when she played Iris Gaines in The Natural opposite Robert Redford when he played Roy Hobbs. "Oh my," said Dr. Gordon with concern. "There's one at every show," he said nodding his head before looking to John with a sexy smile. As if Dr. Gordon was a sexual predator and no doubt he was, he looked at her as if he was a hungry lion and she was a fresh kill. He climbed down from the stage and walked towards the woman. "Look at her," said John following behind him. He couldn't help but notice that the woman had a nice rack. Wearing a low cut top that showed lots of cleavage, her big breasts overflowed her bra as if she was wearing a too tight corset. Exposing so very much of her big breasts, she looked like a women from the 18th century. "She's really out of it." Wanting to have a closer look at her magnificent bosoms, on the pretense that she was breathing, he so wanted to listen to her heart. "Yes, I can see that," said Dr. Gordon obviously commenting on the woman's abundant breasts being that they were nearly out of her bra rather than on the condition of her hypnotized state. "What are you going to do?" "Quiet please," he said squatting down in front of the woman who was staring right through him. "Sleep, sleep, sleep," he said in a different voice than the one he used when speaking to John while giving her a special focused stare. He waved a slow hand down in front of her face and with that the woman closed her eyes and put her head down as if she was really sleeping and apparently she really was. When she leaned forward in her chair, mesmerized by her big tits as if they were two giant fun bags just asking to be groped, he was the one being hypnotized when the woman gave them a wonderful down blouse view of her cleavage and breasts. It was then in the way that Dr. Gordon had a license to hypnotize willing volunteers, John wished he had a license to molest sexy, busty women. Naked, naked, naked, he couldn't wait to learn how to hypnotize women so that he could get them naked, naked, naked. "Wow," said John with his eyes filled with two, giant orbs of the two things that he liked most about women, left breasts and right breasts. "Wow," said John under his breath again while obviously impressed that with just a focused stare, a few words, and a wave of his hand, Dr. Gordon had put her in a hypnotic trance. "That's unbelievable," he said whispering to himself. Now with him seeing the hypnotic skills of Dr. Gordon at work, he was a believer in hypnotism and hypnotic suggestion. Now that's having real power over women, the power that he'd love to have. He felt his cock harden with the perversely perverted thoughts of all that he could do with and to women once he learned how to hypnotize them. Picking the best one from the crowd, the very finest fox, he imagined going into a bar or a club and walking out with any woman he wanted after hypnotizing them right there on the spot. With them never saying no and/or being a cock tease and not putting out, he imagined having sex with them in the backseat of his car, at his place, or at their place after giving them a hypnotic suggestion. Being that he was a computer expert and the mind was nothing more than a giant, breathing, and living computer, he gravitated to hypnosis and hypnotism in the way that women gravitated to babies and children gravitated to kittens and puppies. Searching for his chosen career, having witnessed hypnotism first hand and now making the connection of sex with hypnosis, he was thrilled that he just found his passion. Had it not been for the hypnotized woman with the big tits, he would have left that show like everyone else and gone home without ever giving hypnosis, hypnotism, and the power of hypnotic suggestion another thought. Now, feeling himself a bit of a perverted pioneer with wanting to follow in the footsteps of Dr. Gordon, if only for his own personal, sexual satisfaction, he suddenly imagined the hundreds of women he could hypnotize for sex. "Look in my eyes," he imagined saying to women he just met at a club or at a bar. "You're getting very sleepy. You're eyelids are very heavy. You cannot possibly keep your eyes open any longer. Sleep, sleep, sleep." He paid close attention to what Dr. Gordon was doing with the large breasted woman. "When I snap my fingers you will awaken relaxed and feel refreshed. You will remember only that you were watching a show on hypnotism," said Dr. Gordon standing and taking a step back. "One, you will feel relaxed," he said pausing. "Two, you will feel refreshed," he said while they both watched the woman take a breath deep enough to make her big boobs heave. "And three, you are wide awake," he said snapping his fingers. Immediately, as if plugged into an outlet, the woman opened her eyes and lifted her head. "Hi, I'm Kathy," she said smiling and offering Dr. Gordon her hand. "I really enjoyed your show. You are amazing," she said beaming while looking at him all dreamy eyed as if he was a celebrity or a rock star. At that moment, John knew that if Dr. Gordon gave her a hypnotic suggestion for her to give him sex, she'd give him all the sex that he could handle. "But I don't think that I could ever be hypnotized," she confessed shaking her head as if she needed that extra head movement to convince Dr. Gordon that she couldn't be hypnotized. Couldn't be hypnotized? Huh? Seriously? If only she knew she's already been hypnotized, he wondered if she'd be a believer in the way that he's now a believer in hypnosis. Dr. Gordon looked to John and gave him a wink with a sly smile before giving the woman a focused stare. No doubt, this bastard was going to have his wicked sexual way with this woman as he's no doubt had with so many other women before her. Wow! Right there, that was enough for John to know that by possessing the powers of hypnosis, there were lots of sexy, sexual benefits that came along with someone who could control the sub-conscious mind of women. Moreover, there was money to be made hypnotizing people. Being that he was a perversely perverted man, he imagined selling his skills in hypnotism to men who wanted their wives to be more sexual. For those women who refused to suck their husbands' cock or even give them sex on a regular basis, he imagined hypnotizing their wives to not only give their husbands regular sex but also to suck their cocks. Before turning the women over to their husbands however, testing the water so to speak to see if his hypnotic suggestions worked, he imagined giving them a hypnotic suggestion to give him sex too. Perhaps if their husbands were waiting out in the waiting room, instead of pounding their pussy with them bent over his desk, he'd give their wives a suggestion to fall to their knees and give him a blowjob. All because of him and because of hypnosis, he imagined men being so grateful that their wives not only sucked their pricks but also allowed them to cum in their mouths. Moreover, he could make a good living by just concentrating on hypnotizing the wives of those men who wanted their wives to have sex with other men. Taking his powers in hypnosis a step further, he could give their wives a hypnotic suggestion to participate in the swinging lifestyle. Realizing that those hypnotized won't do anything that they wouldn't do when not hypnotized, yet in the way that people lose their inhibitions when drinking, sometimes they only need a little push. That push being the power of hypnosis and hypnotic suggestions, he could clearly see learning how to hypnotize woman as his chosen career move. Wow! He was onto something really big with his hypnotism. 'I betcha this guy gets lucky all the time,' thought John. 'What a racket? Charging people to be hypnotized and then having his wicked, sexual way with them backstage. Not bad. Not bad at all. Without having to get them drunk or high, without having to waste money taking them out to dinner, and without having to make all of that useless, stupid conversation, he probably gets more pussy than a rock star. Damn, what a sexy scam. He's such a lucky bastard. As if he was a CFNM dancer at an all-male, nude revue strip club, hypnotism is the perfect sexual scam to bed a multitude of women.' "Thank you so very much," he said taking her hand in both of her hands and shaking it as if she was a member of the royal family and was about to kiss her hand. Making direct eye contact with her as if he was a psychic reading her mind, he gave her this long, leering look before whispering the word, dressing room. Then, he asked her. "Would you like to see my dressing room?" "I'd love to see your dressing room," she said jumping at the opportunity to be alone with this lecher. "Bye," said Dr. Gordon putting an arm around the woman's waist before allowing his hand to fall to her ass. "Thank you for allowing me to help this poor woman," he said with a sick, little laugh. "Fuck me," said John to himself. "It's time I learned how to hypnotize women." Wishing he was a fly on the way to watch him unwrap her tits, he imagined Dr. Gordon's horny hands all over the woman's big tits while she was on her knees sucking his cock. John watched her escort her up on the stage before disappearing behind the curtain backstage where he'd do God only knows what to this poor, impressionable and still soon to be under his power with a hypnotic suggestion, hypnotized woman. Mercy. Oh, the inhumanity of it all. Unable to feel sorry for the woman, he only felt sorry that he didn't possess Dr. Gordon's gift of hypnotism, that is, just yet. Don Juan of Hypnotic Suggestion Ch. 01 * * * * * John thought that if the woman was younger and better looking he wouldn't mind taking her home to see if he could hypnotize her too. She did possess the two things that he loved about women. She had big tits. Yet, because she was older and already enamored by the Great Gordon, she was more Dr. Gordon's type. Nonetheless, it was funny the odd things that went through his mind at that moment. Being that all women were into shoes, he wondered if he could learn how to hypnotize women by swaying a designer, high heeled shoe in front of their eyes. Nah, just being silly, he was just being ridiculous. Certainly, it would take more than swaying a high heeled, designer shoe in front of a woman's eyes to hypnotize her. With some women, being more selective, it would take a credit card with an unlimited balance. With other woman being greedier, it would take a flawless, 3 karat diamond ring. Other women who were more homebodies, it would take a new kitchen with stainless steel appliances and granite countertops to hypnotize them. Being that most women were gold diggers, perhaps it would take a new car to hypnotize them, he thought while laughing to himself. Certainly, it was telling that the fact that he was considering sexually using and emotionally abusing women that he had little respect for woman. How could a man who so loved women have so little respect for women? Yet, for men to go from one woman to another for the sake of sex, it was obvious even to him that he had no real respect for women. Other than what he saw Dr. Gordon doing on stage, he didn't know anything about hypnotism and/or hypnotic suggestions. Yet, a quick study, being that he was such a brainiac, that's when he decided that he'd learn all that he could on the subject of hypnosis and hypnotism. Seemingly logical, hypnotism appeared an easy thing to not only learn but also to master. He'd love to be able to do with and to women what Dr. Gordon obviously can and has done to women. In the real world, that woman never would have gone backstage had she not already been hypnotize. Had he not tapped into her sub-conscious with just a leering stare and planed a hypnotic suggestion in her head by uttering the word dressing room, she never would have accompanied him unescorted to his dressing room. What better way to have sex with a multitude of women than through hypnosis. John liked the idea of mastering the art of seducing women without their conscious knowledge. Much better than drugging their drink, getting them drunk, or high enough for them not to know where they are and what they're doing, he liked the idea of the women voluntarily and willingly stripping themselves naked. Naked, naked, naked, hypnotism and hypnotic suggestions was the way to get women naked. Getting right to it without wasting time with conversation, he liked the idea of having the dessert first without even bothering to eat the rest of the meal. He liked the idea of not having to ingest all that women do and digest all that women say. Talking, talking, and talking, they'd be no need for any talking when their mouths were already full with his cock. The only sounds he'd have to listen to is to them sucking his prick. With a reason for everything, such a pervert plan, a life changing event, now he knew why he happened to be there at that place and in that time. * * * * * He not only bought Dr. Gordon's book, Hypnotize Anyone Anytime but also he bought his DVD, You're Getting Very Sleepy. As soon as he returned home he did a search for more books on Amazon. He found, How to Hypnotize Someone, 6 Ways to Hypnotize Someone, and The Complete Idiot's Guide to Hypnosis. Buying book after book, he bought, The How To Book of Hypnotism, The Silva Mind Control Method, Mind Play, and a Guide to Erotic Hypnosis. Not done there, he bought The New Encyclopedia of Stage Hypnosis, Keys to the Mind, the Handbook of Hypnotic Suggestions and Metaphors, and the Hypnotism Handbook. With nearly five hundred dollars of hypnotic reading material on the way, soon to be armed and sexually dangerous, he was ready to control women's minds along with their bodies. A voracious reader with total recall, John read every book twice and watched Gordon's DVD a half a dozen times. Having learned enough to be a dangerous, sexual predator, he now knew enough about hypnotism and hypnotic suggestion to know that he didn't know enough about hypnosis and hypnotism. With so many unanswered questions, there was still so much more that he needed to learn. In the way that earning a bachelor's degree made him realize not how much he knows but, more importantly, how much he doesn't know, in the way that he knew he needed to earn his master's degree, he knew he needed to learn more about hypnotism. Always a hands-on type of guy, the best way for him to learn how to hypnotize women was to practice what he already knows on a live subject. He was as nervous as he was sexually excited to put in practice all that he's been reading and learning. A confident man, he felt comfortable enough in his knowledge about hypnosis and hypnotism to want to try to hypnotize a beautiful, young, sexy woman. Maybe today when he's out and about and if he happens upon a woman who interests him, he'd give it a try. Only, already playing with and personalizing all that he read about hypnosis and learned about hypnotism, he didn't want to conspicuously sway a shiny object in front of someone's eyes while mumbling some magic words in the hopes of hypnotizing them. In the way that Dr. Gordon hypnotized a woman from across a crowded room with just his focused stare, his tone, and the controlled articulation of his voice, John wanted to so the same. Hidden away so as not to be detected by onlookers when out in public, in the way that homicidal Charles Manson hypnotized his followers for acts of helter-skelter by his insane stare and crazy words, he wanted his power of hypnosis to be hidden. He wanted his power over women to be disguised by the sound of his voice and veiled by the stare of his eyes. Secreted rather than being obvious about what he was doing, as if he was an alien being, a Vulcan in the way of Dr. Spock of Star Trek perhaps, he wanted to take hypnosis and hypnotism to the next level. With just the focused, hypnotic stare of his eyes and the suggestive power behind his words, he wanted to put women in a hypnotic trance. By just a look and with just his words, he wanted them to voluntarily strip off their clothes. By just a look and with just his words, he wanted them to have sex with him. Already consciously wanting to have sex with him because he was so good looking, that conscious thought helped him to control their sub-conscious mind. In the way that most women looked at him, stared at him, and lusted over him, it was as if they were in a hypnotic trance already. Finally able to capitalize on his good looks with his knowledge of hypnosis and hypnotism, not even thinking about the negatives, he only saw the positives. * * * * * Imagining his life with no commitments and no complications, hypnotizing women for sex was his perfect plan. Sex, sex, sex, it was all just about sex. Once hypnotized and once naked, as if his trophy for him to remember all that happened, he planned on photographing the women naked. Creating a scrapbook of naked, hypnotized women, he planned on making sex not just a hobby but an avocation and a lifestyle. If he so wanted and some of the woman he hypnotized became political and/or famous, he could conceivably blackmail them for sex and/or for money. With him hopefully able to give women hypnotic suggestions to seduce them with his secret weapon, his voice and his eyes, he couldn't imagine a better use of hypnotism than what he was about to do with it. In his line of work, just as he came across lots of bored housewives while working as a computer consultant, he came across lots of single, pretty, sexy women too. Only, not ready to tie himself down, too young for all of that at only 25-years-old, he still wanted to graze the pastures before picking one woman to marry and to settle down with her, buy a house, and start a family. He needed to intimately know all that he'd be missing before giving himself to one woman. Wanting to play the field but with his unfair advantage, he was John Bonn, the Don Juan of hypnotism and hypnotic suggestion. To be continued... Don Juan of Hypnotic Suggestion Ch. 02 "Look in my eyes. You are getting sleepy. Close your eyes and sleep, sleep, sleep." Able to read their reactions better for him to know if they were really hypnotized or just faking it, John decided to try hypnotizing someone he knew already. As luck would have it, he received a call from his big sister's best friend, Miranda. She bought a new computer and wanted him to install it. Going way back, there was always chemistry between them but with her his sister's best friend and with her 5 years older than he was, they didn't run around with the same people long enough to connect romantically. That's not to say that he wouldn't want to have a sexual and/or romantic relationship with her, it just never happened. Because his sister, Kathy, talks about Miranda a lot, he thinks about her a lot. He wondered if his sister talked to Miranda about him too. With him knowing a lot about Miranda, he wonder if Miranda knew a lot about him. Having always been attracted to her, and with her being hot, Miranda is blonde, petite, very pretty, and has big tits. Unless she was rich and adored spoiling him with her money, what more would he possibly want in a woman? If he was to choose one woman to spend the rest of his life with, he'd choose Miranda. Only, he knew that she wasn't as interested in him in the sexual way that he was interested in her, ergo the reason why he'd love to hypnotize her to have sex with her. Being that he'd never have the chance to be intimate with her, he could finally experience her sexually by hypnotizing her. Her computer installation was a simple plug this, play that, and load everything which would leave him plenty of time for hopefully other things. With him alone with her in her apartment and with her presently in between men and with her without a man in her life, this would be the perfect opportunity for him to see if his hypnotism really works by seeing if he could hypnotize Miranda. His big sister's best friend, was his longtime sexual fantasy come through. In the way that she moved, in the way that she talked, and definitely, in the way that she looked, there was just something about her that drove him wild with horniness. He couldn't help but wonder what she looked like naked. He couldn't help but wonder what if felt like to kiss her, really kiss her, French kiss her. He couldn't help but wonder what she'd feel like in his arms with his horny hands exploring every inch of her hot body. He couldn't help but wonder what it would sound like for her to tell him that she loved him while making love to hiim. Only, none of that would ever happen, that is, unless he was successful in hypnotizing her. Sexually excited by the prospect of seeing her without her clothes, he couldn't wait to see if he could hypnotize her. Someone he's known nearly all of his life, he couldn't wait to see if he could implant a hypnotic suggestion in her mind for her to voluntarily strip naked. A woman he's not only been sexually attracted to but also has masturbated over a countless number of times while imagining having sex with her, he couldn't wait to know what it felt like to have his wild, wicked, sexual way with her beautiful body. Miranda, Miranda, Miranda, he couldn't wait to be alone with Miranda. * * * * * Excited by the prospect of seeing her again, right on time, he went to her apartment and rang her doorbell. "Hello? Who is it?" "It's John," he said from downstairs. "Come on up John," she said buzzing him in her downstairs front door. He took the elevator to the 15th floor and rang her bell. "Hi Miranda," he said as soon as she opened her door. In a calm, calming voice while already giving her the look that Dr. Gordon gave women when hypnotizing them, he asked, "How are you?" Oh, yeah, especially in the hot way she looked today, he'd definitely do her. He couldn't wait to see if he could hypnotize her. He couldn't wait to see if he could implant a hypnotic suggestion for her to not only voluntarily and willingly strip herself naked but also for her to give him hot sex. "I'm good," she said in her sweet voice with her already giving him the eye along with her focused attention. "And you?" Looking so pretty, she was so sexy. "I'm doing okay," he said as if he was a guru, a yogi, or a totally relaxed monk. He stepped in her apartment and she closed the door behind him. "I'm glad you could come on such short notice John," she said leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. When she leaned into him like that, he imagined her kissing him on the lips. Wishing he had some mistletoe that he could hang over his head, he imagined kissing her. Tempted to turn his head to kiss her on the lips, he didn't want to frighten her by rushing anything too soon. Better to bide his time, he wanted to try hypnotizing her first before making his horny, sexual moves on her. As soon as she leaned in to kiss him, making him feel light headily vulnerable and woozy, her perfume made him feel as if he was the one being hypnotized. She smelled so amazingly good that he couldn't wait to bask in her naked body to discover where else on her body that she had perfumed herself. He'd love to hypnotize her and to give her a hypnotic suggestion for her to kiss him, really kiss him, and French kiss him while he felt her full C cup breasts and fingered her nipples through her blouse and bra. Taking his hypnotic suggestions a step further, he'd love to hypnotize her and give her a hypnotic suggestion for her to fall to her knees, unzip him, and take his cock in her mouth. Oh, yeah, putting a gentle hand behind her blonde, pretty head, he'd love to cum in her mouth and watch her swallow his cum. He could only imagine his big sister's best friend blowing him while he fondled her tits and fingered her nipples. Wow, now that's hot. Only, he knew that his sister, Kathy, wouldn't like the idea of him fooling around with her best friend. If she ever discovered that he not only saw Miranda naked but also had sex with her by hypnotizing her, she'd disown him as a brother. Only, how could she ever find out what he did with Miranda? Surely, she'd never know. Yet, getting way ahead of himself, he didn't even know if he could hypnotize Miranda. Maybe he could hypnotize her but perhaps she'd balk at removing her clothes. With only giving her the power of suggestion, he couldn't make her strip naked, he could only suggest that she should strip naked. Because she was so short, only 5'3" tall and shorter than the women that he normally dated at 5'7" to 5'10" tall, her tits looked even bigger on her small frame that he wondered if she was a D cup instead of a C cup. She definitely had huge tits. Only much prettier without the thick rimmed glasses and the big nose, she reminded him of Bernadette Rostenkowski, Howard's wife, played by Melissa Rauch on The Big Bang Theory. Yeah, definitely, Miranda was much prettier than her. Moreover, he knew from what his sister told him about Miranda that her big breasts were natural instead of the silicone confections designed by a plastic surgeon in the way that Bernadette's tits were. He only thought of comparing her to Bernadette because they had blonde hair, short height, and big breasts in common. Thank God Miranda didn't have that high pitched voice that Bernadette uses on the show. Instead she had a sweet, sexy voice, a voice that made him want to obey her every command, especially when he imagined her naked but for her black boots that she was wearing now. Oh, yeah, he could just see her holding a whip and commanding him to do dirty, nasty things to her beautiful, naked, 30-year-old body. "Don't mention it," he said. "It's my pleasure," he said and, no doubt, he hoped that it would be his pleasure to be intimate with her later. He was in the habit of not charging friends and family for his computer services when, in actuality, he should be charging friends and family double for the aggravation that they cause him along for the instant service that they demanded. "The computer arrived yesterday but I wanted to be here with you to see what you did so that maybe I could learn more about computers. I'm not very computer literate and I'd rather ask you questions than having to wait on the phone forever to speak with someone from Bangladesh, India," she said. "I just didn't want to do anything wrong and break something," she said talking with her hands, being that she was a sexy, second generation Italian from Milan in northern Italy. As if she was the one hypnotizing him, trying not to stare, he's always been mesmerized by the full, proud shape of her big tits that commanded a position as high up on her small frame as his cock was standing straight up in his pants. Perhaps a little of both but either she's wearing a very supportive bra or she's blessed with phenomenal tits that don't sag at all. He hoped the later was more the truth than the former. Wearing a sexy and revealing outfit, her blouse was scalloped and cut low enough that he could see her long line of cleavage whenever she leaned forward even just a little, and especially when she leaned forward by a lot. Wow! He wondered if she wore that sexy blouse just for him because if she did, he was enjoying the view of her sexy cleavage and the creamy tops of her abundant breasts. He loved tits and with her nipples already making their impressions in her bra and blouse, he especially loved her tits. With this the first time he's ever been alone with her, if judging her breasts from only her side profile, she had phenomenal breasts. Without her blouse and bra getting in the way, he couldn't wait to see her tits up close and personal. Always his sexual fantasy, he couldn't wait to touch her breasts, feel her breasts, fondle her breasts, and suck her nipples. So very much a part of her, whenever he looked at her, he couldn't help himself from staring at her big tits. Adding to his curiosity to know what she looked like without her blouse and bra, mesmerizing him and as if further hypnotizing him, the tops of her natural breasts quivered and jiggled with her every movement. My God, there was nothing like dancing tits to give him an erection. Even in his peripheral vision, he could see the movement of her big breasts lightly bouncing. He'd do anything to harness those big boobs with his hands to stop them from jiggling. With the pearl like buttons on her blouse his shiny objects, if she dangled her naked breasts in front of his face with her blouse buttons as her pasties, he'd follow her anywhere. Noticing her as much as he noticed the computer, she was wearing a short, skirt with her button blouse. Even though her legs were a bit short, they were shapely stems nonetheless. When he thought about her removing them in his horny mind, just four items of clothing, blouse, bra, skirt, and panty, stopped him from seeing her naked body. Naked, naked, naked, he'd love nothing more than to see Miranda naked. Naked, naked, naked, hypnotizing her into believing that she had a losing hand, he'd love to play strip poker with her. He'd even allow her to leave on her black, high stepping boots so long as the rest of her was naked. With her beautiful long and lush, natural blonde hair cascading down her back as if a golden waterfall and with her wearing makeup, he wondered if she dressed especially for him. Being that it was Saturday and she wasn't going to work, maybe she was dressed for, ready for, wanting, and expecting him to give her sex. Oh, my God, his sexual fantasy come true, he could only hope. Having masturbated over the thoughts of it enough, it's been a longtime sexual fantasy of his to bed his sister's best friend. Maybe she wanted to seduce him as much as he wanted to seduce her. Maybe this was the start of something good. Maybe with her good looks, blonde hair, blue eyes, and big tits, already mesmerized by her, she'd be the one hypnotizing him. Maybe once he hypnotized her and had his wicked, sexual way with her, he'd want to hypnotize someone else, someone even more beautiful and sexier than Miranda. With so many women at his disposal, he suddenly felt as powerful as a wicked wizard or the only man in a harem of horny, sexually frustrated women. "Wow, that's a lot of boxes," he said looking at the boxes stacked against the wall in the hall. "I see you bought the XPS, that's Dell's best desktop computer right behind their Alienware computer." "They have an Alien computer?" With her eyes suddenly as big as her tits, she looked at him agog as if he was talking about Martians and spaceships. "It's not like how it sounds," he said with a little laugh. His kind of woman with her possessing the perfect, physical qualities that he preferred in a woman, he liked that fact that she was as naively dumb as she was naturally blonde and really busty. "Resplendent with colored lights, a fast chip, and lots of extra RAM, the Alienware is their top of the line computer and is mostly for gaming," he said. "Oh," she said acting as if she knew what he was talking about but he knew that she didn't have a clue. "Well, the big box is your computer where all the good stuff resides, mother board, hard drive, sound card, and ram," he said speaking in a slow, calming, and deliberate voice, while using his best hypnotic tone as explained to him on Dr. Gordon's DVD. According to all that he read about hypnosis it wasn't so much what he said but how he said it that mattered more when putting someone in a hypnotic trance. "I see," she said as if already in a daze. "This box is your monitor," he said making sure to make solid eye contact with her as if his big, blue eyes were her shiny objects with which to hypnotize him. Without even having to say, "Look in my eyes," she stared in his eyes with her big, blue eyes. Then, with him obviously already tapping into her sub-conscious thought, without even having to say, "You're getting sleepy," he could see that she was when her eyelids were half closed. "Then, you have other boxes for your keyboard and mouse, and speakers. I don't know what this box is," he said lifting the box and shaking it. "Oh, give me that," she said with an embarrassed laugh. "That's my Victoria Secret's underwear," she said grabbing the box from his hand while turning red after giving him the eye along with a sexy look. "Oops sorry," he said uttering his words as if he was a golden tongued radio announcer. Then, he paused while giving her his look, the same look that Dr. Gordon gave the subjects that he hypnotized on stage. "Maybe you can model your Victoria Secret's underwear for me later," he said staring deeply in her eyes while giving her a hypnotic suggestion. As if he was Joel Osteen, in the way that he commanded a room and hypnotized people to reach in their pockets, wallets, and pocketbooks for them to give him more money that he doesn't need, he knew that Miranda was already in his control. Having that hypnotic power over her, at this point, he could suggest anything and she'd obey. "Maybe I will," she said blankly and without a smile as if she was already hypnotized by him just looking at her and talking to her in that marvelous, hypnotic voice. Only with her eyes wide open, he was unsure if she was wide awake or already under his spell. He'd love nothing more than for her to model him her Victoria's Secret panties and bras. Once she did that, once she removed her clothes to model him her underwear, he'd be all over her big tits. Touching them, feeling them, and fondling them, he'd love to suck her big nipples that were already making their sexually aroused appearance through her blouse and bra. Damn, if only by the big impressions that her nipples made when pushing through her bra and blouse, he could clearly see that she had big nipples. He imagined that she had the kind of nipples that popped from a bottle like a champagne cork when being removing them from his mouth. "Let's go through them together so that you can see what I'm doing. Squat down here and help me open the boxes," he said. Denying him an up skirt view of her panties, he watched her squat down like the lady that she is. "It's difficult for me to squat with this tight, short skirt without flashing you something you shouldn't see of me," she apologized with a nervous albeit sexually excited laugh while squatting with her knees poised and positioned to the side as if she was riding a horse sidesaddle. Denying him an up skirt peek of her panty, she appeared to be modestly ill at ease and he wondered if he was already having an effect on her sexually. If judging her sexual arousal by her nipples, unless she was cold, he suspected that he was having an effect on her sexually. More than once she gave him the eye. More than once he returned her seductive look with his. In the way that she was looking at him with lust, the same way that he was looking at her with lust, he wondered if he'd even have to hypnotize someone like her. Only, he just wanted sex without the bother, trouble, and aggravation of a boyfriend and girlfriend relationship where he'd have to call her on the phone and talk endlessly about nothing and laugh over everything. He just wanted to have sex with her without anyone knowing that he had sex with her. He just wanted to have sex with her without her knowing that he had sex with her and without his sister knowing that he had sex with her best friend. Been there and done that, he wasn't ready to have a love relationship all over again with another clingy and demanding woman. Seemingly too easy, maybe she wouldn't be such a good test model being that there were lots of sexual chemistry between them already. "You'd be more comfortable with your knees spread," he said giving her that focused stare while not believing that he said that to her. Even more unbelievable than what he said that to her was when she did what he suggested and opened her legs wider and wider. Oh, my God. Filled with her panties, he couldn't believe his eyes. "You're right," she said hiking up her short skirt to mid-thigh and spreading her knees as if she was a guy watching a baseball game at the ballpark. After having known this woman for years and never having seen as much as her bra strap, he couldn't believe that she was deliberately flashing him her shapely, creamy thighs and sheer, nearly see through panties. More than just a quick, little, accidental flash between her legs, with her legs spread wide open and her skirt hiked nearly up to the top of her thighs, he had an uninterrupted view of her panty clad pussy. As further proof that she was hypnotized, definitely, this is something she'd never, ever do if she wasn't hypnotized. As much as he loved staring at her tits, he loved staring at her panties too. He wondered what else he could suggest. He wondered what else he could make her do. Maybe she'll let him give her a naked massage later. He'd love to see her laying on her stomach naked. Maybe he could hypnotize her to take a shower together. Giving him a full frontal view of her enormous breasts and trimmed, blonde pussy, he'd love to see her standing before him naked. He'd love nothing better than to bang the top of her head against the shower wall while fucking her doggie style. If he wasn't mesmerized by the huge impressions her big breasts and big nipples made in her bra and blouse before, he was certainly mesmerized by the sight of her panty clad pussy now. With the sheerness of her panty, he could clearly discern her pussy mound, her blonde, trimmed pussy, and her pussy slit along with her camel toe. Who knows, with her already modeling her panties to him now, maybe she'd model her Victoria's Secret underwear for him later? Oh, yeah, as if she was a Victoria's Secret angel without wings, he'd love to watch her model her underwear. "It's hot in here," she said waving a hand in front of her face while opening and closing the top of her blouse really face. Don Juan of Hypnotic Suggestion Ch. 02 Oh, oh. She's hot. With her opening and closing the top of her blouse like that, he only wished her was standing over her so that he could see all that she was showing down her top. Did he dare say what he was thinking? With her face flushed as if she had a fever, she was right, it was hot in her small apartment. As if her being hot was his cue to further test the waters of hypnotism by giving her his best hypnotic suggestion, he spoke the words as if someone else was speaking them. "Maybe you should remove your blouse," he said in that seductive, hypnotic voice while giving her that mind controlling look that seemingly was making her do whatever he suggested. "Yes, of course, duh, that would be a good idea," she said with a sexy little laugh while giving him a sexy look. "Why didn't I think of that?" As if they were already boyfriend and girlfriend, as if they were already lovers, and as if he's seen her bra a hundred times before, she unbuttoned her blouse while staring at him. With each unbuttoned button, seemingly teasing him with her tits, she looked down to see what she revealed before looking up at him to see what he was seeing and before unbuttoning the next button. Then, once her blouse was unbuttoned, not shyly modest at all as she was before and as she's always has been with him, she flayed her blouse wide open to expose her big, white, lacy brassiere. Wow! Definitely, with tits the size of those on her petite frame, her breasts appeared to be as big as Joanie's abundant breasts of Mad Men, played by Christina Hendricks. The rumor is that Christina is a 38DDD instead of Miranda's 34D. What was so hidden before behind her blouse, he could clearly see now. She had big tits, really big tits, and he couldn't wait to see them, touch them, feel them, fondle them, and suck them. "Do you feel better?" "I'm still hot," she said waving her hand in front of her face as if giving him his next cue to give her another hypnotic suggestion. Hoping he wasn't pushing his luck by going for broke when speaking in that wonderful voice and giving her that focused stare, he hypnotically suggested what she needed to do next. "Maybe you should remove your bra too," he said. Suddenly he had an image of her before him topless. With her big tits so nakedly exposed, he'll be masturbating over this day for the rest of his life. As soon as he suggested she remove her bra, he couldn't believe he asked his sister's best friend, someone he's known since he was a kid, to remove her bra. More unbelievable than him asking her to remove her bra, actually hypnotically suggesting that she remove her bra, was when Miranda reached behind her, unhooked her bra, and was poised to remove it. Oh my God. Are you kidding me? He couldn't believe that she was ready to remove her bra and show him her big boobs. As if she had second thoughts, she paused before allowing her bra straps to fall from her shapely shoulders. As if there was a drum roll going off in his head, she stared at him in the way he was staring at her before slowly peeling her bra cups from her magnificent breasts. Wow! Wow! Double wow! There, right there before him, filling his eyes with breasts, areolas, and nipples, she filled his mind with the sexually excited thoughts that he had just successfully hypnotized his first woman to remove her clothes with nothing more than his eyes and with his voice. She stared at him in the way that he stared at her. Without even touching her, without having to buy her dinner, and without having to waste his time asking her questions about her, her job, her life, and her family, he already had her topless. Topless, topless, topless, she was sitting there topless. He couldn't believe he hypnotized her to remove her bra. Only, still not sure if she was, and still not believing that he could hypnotize a woman with just his hypnotic voice and hypnotic stare, maybe she wasn't hypnotized. Maybe she was just sexually attracted to him and wanted him as much as he wanted her. He'd have to investigate further by having deep, penetrating sex with her, if only to ascertain and to ensure that she was under his hypnotic control. "You have beautiful breasts Miranda," he said in that same voice and giving her that same look that Dr. Gordon used and gave that woman at the theatre. "Thank you. I'm glad you like my breasts," she said looking down at her naked breasts, cupping them in her hands, and lifting them as if offering them to him before looking up at him. With her fingers touching and erecting both of her nipples, she ran a slow hand across her breasts before releasing them. "I do feel a little cooler," she said staring at his big, blue eyes while he stared at her big, D cup breasts. "Maybe you'd feel even better if you removed your skirt too," he said in that voice again. "Yes, that would definitely help cool me down," she said when standing to stripping off her clothes. She was heating him up while cooling her down. "Aren't you hot?" "I am," he said. "Maybe you should strip off your clothes too," she said as if giving him her own hypnotic suggestion. She didn't have to hypnotize him for him to strip himself naked. Standing from her squatting position with her legs spread and her panties exposed, she unbuttoned and unzipped her short skirt. He watched her skirt fall in the way that her modesty and morals were dropping. Standing before him topless and dressed in only her white, bikini panties, he stood to unbutton and remove his shirt before unbuckling, unbuttoning, unzipping, and removing his pants. In the way that Dr. Gordon commanded his subjects, he could only imagine what he'd say next for her to give him hypnotized sex. To be continued...