2 comments/ 33380 views/ 10 favorites Give Yourself To Me By: JukeboxEMCSA Fourth Draft 2.1.2010 c 2009 Written on Scripped INT. DONNA'S APARTMENT DONNA GUNN sits in a chair, fidgeting. She is dressed to impress--and for someone with her looks, that's easy to do. She's barely out of her teens, with a body that manages to somehow look sultry and innocent at the same time. But right now, she's not using her sex appeal. Instead, as the CREDITS roll, she looks at her watch, looks at the door, stands up, paces, looks at the door again, sits down, looks at her watch again, and looks over at the clock to make sure her watch still works. Then she looks at the door again. The doorbell rings.             DONNA:       Come in! She jumps to her feet again, but before she can get to it, the door opens. DOCTOR KELLER stands framed in the doorway for a long moment, staring down at Donna. Emphasis on "down"--he towers over the young woman, his lined face and salt-and-pepper hair giving him an air of stern paternal authority that makes his charismatic gaze even more powerful. Underneath his dark gray suit, he has the look of a stern teacher, a judge and a high priest, all rolled into one.             DOCTOR KELLER:       Miss Gunn. The screen does not do       you justice. May I come in?             DONNA:       I--thank you, Doctor Keller.       Please, yes, come in! Sit down! I       mean, feel free to sit down. If you       want. She sits back down, gesturing to a chair across from her.             DONNA:       I'm so glad you could come. When I       sent my assistant to talk to you,       she said-- Doctor Keller enters the room, closing the door behind him, and sits down. Even seated, he has a significant height advantage over her.             DOCTOR KELLER:       I apologize. I'm afraid I may have       rather intimidated your young       assistant. In truth, I found Miss       Blake to be both charming and       accommodating. She did her job       well...as evidenced by the fact       that I am here.             DONNA:       I wasn't sure--I mean, I know you       said you would be, but she said       that you didn't like the idea. She looks down shyly.             DONNA:       I thought you might have changed       your mind.             DOCTOR KELLER:       I will admit, I am of somewhat       mixed feelings on the matter. On       the one hand, I rather detest the       character of Svengali, and the       thought of yet another adaptation       of that odious book irritates me to       no end. He gestures expansively. Donna looks up a bit, but she still can't bring herself to meet his gaze directly.             DOCTOR KELLER:       Do you know how many people know       nothing of hypnotism beyond the       book 'Trilby'? Or, to be more       precise, beyond their third-hand       understanding of the events of the       book, which they probably think is       actually called 'Svengali' like you       plan to call your film. Everyone       seems to think that all hypnotists       have some sort of sinister scheme       to enslave the will of young women,       thanks to that novel. du Maurier       has practically ruined the       reputation of my profession, and to       actively participate in furthering       the slander against it by helping,       even indirectly, with another       sensationalist film about a       "sinister hypnotist"...it was       highly tempting to refuse. Donna looks up, frightened. Doctor Keller smiles crookedly, his first smile since entering the room.             DOCTOR KELLER:       On the other hand, Miss Gunn, I       confess that I am a tremendous fan       of yours. Donna relaxes visibly, breathing a sigh of relief. She smiles back at him like a student who's just gotten a compliment from a difficult-to-please teacher.             DONNA:       Oh, thank you! And please, call me       Donna.             DOCTOR KELLER:       I would be delighted...Donna. Now,       before we begin, I need to ask you       a few questions. Donna begins to tense up again.             DOCTOR KELLER:       Don't worry, Donna, this isn't a       test. I simply need to know what       you want to get out of our sessions       together, and your time under       hypnosis. Donna bites her lip, her face a mask of uncertainty.             DONNA:       I...it's just, well, this is my       first movie. They cast me       because... She laughs nervously.             DONNA:       To be honest, they cast me because       I'm famous and my name sells       tickets. That's not what they said,       though. They told me they cast me       because of my singing voice. But I       don't want to be like Mariah Carey,       one of those pop stars who does a       movie and it turns out she should       have stuck to music. I want to be       good, really good. I want people to       really believe I'm Trilby       O'Ferrall, not Donna Gunn. Doctor Keller's smile fades.             DOCTOR KELLER:       I'm afraid that you might have       over-estimated my talents. I'm no       sorcerer, Donna. I can't simply       snap my fingers and make you       believe you're a 19th-century       Irishwoman--             DONNA:          (somewhat assertive for          the first time)       And I wouldn't want you to. As I       said, I want to prove that it       wasn't a mistake to cast me. I want       to show people that I can really       act. If it's you hypnotizing me,       then it'd feel...empty, somehow, if       I did a good job. Like it wasn't me       at all. Doctor Keller reaches out and rests a hand on her shoulder.             DOCTOR KELLER:       Oh, my dear Donna. That simply       isn't true at all. You've been       reading that dreadful book, haven't       you? Imagining yourself waking up a       few months from now, not even       remembering yourself in front of       the camera? Or perhaps walking down       the red carpet to the premiere,       still wondering what the film is       like? She looks down again, blushing. After a moment, she nods.             DOCTOR KELLER:       It doesn't work that way at all, my       dear. Hypnosis only does what you       want it to do. I can use my talents       to guide your subconscious and help       you achieve a greater control over       your conscious mind, but in the       end, it all comes from you, not me.       Do you understand? Donna looks up at him. She nods again.             DOCTOR KELLER:       Excellent. So what do you want to       achieve through hypnosis, Donna?       Why did you ask me to come here       today?             DONNA:       I really just wanted to feel what       it was like to be hypnotized, to be       honest. Trilby gets hypnotized a       lot in the script, and I thought       that it would really help me get       into the role if I knew what that       was like.             (laughs)       If nothing else, it'll give me some       good stories for the press junket. Doctor Keller stands abruptly, his face an icy mask.             DOCTOR KELLER:       I must say, Miss Gunn, that I       deeply resent the suggestion that       my presence here is a mere       publicity stunt. As I have already       mentioned, I detest the popular       image this film promotes, and have       no wish for my talents to be used       in service to furthering that       image. If you cannot understand       that, then I believe we have       nothing further to discuss. Good       day to you, madam. He turns with icy precision, and begins to walk rapidly towards the door.             DONNA:       No, wait! She stands as well, hurrying to follow him.             DONNA:       Really, I'm very sorry, I didn't       mean to offend you! I promise, I       won't say a word about you to       anyone if you don't want me to, not       one word! Doctor Keller halts, but does not turn around. Donna starts to reach out, then freezes where she stands, not daring to move.             DOCTOR KELLER:       Interesting. Donna stares at him, but he continues to face away from her.             DOCTOR KELLER:       There are hundreds, perhaps       thousands of hypnotists in the Los       Angeles area. You are famous,       wealthy...you could have your pick.       Yet you have courted me, you       anxiously awaited my presence, and       now you practically beg me to stay       when I make demands on you. Why do       you think that is, Donna?             DONNA:       I...I've looked at some of those       other hypnotists. Lots of them!       They're not right for me. I don't       know how I know, but I do. They       won't help me the way you will.       Please, Doctor Keller. You're the       only one who can give me... She trails off, an anguished expression on her face.             DOCTOR KELLER:       Give you what, Donna?             DONNA:       I don't know! He turns around swiftly, locking eyes with her. If his gaze was charismatic before, it's positively magnetic now. His eyes blaze with hypnotic power.             DOCTOR KELLER:       But I do, Donna. Your subconscious       does too, even if it wasn't ready       to let your conscious mind know       before now. You don't just want to       know what it feels like to be       hypnotized, you want to know what       it feels like to be Trilby       O'Farrall. You want to know--really       know, not just imagine--what it       feels like to be completely in the       power of another. You want to feel       what she feels, when she surrenders       her mind completely to Svengali.       That's why you chose me, Donna. You       looked at me and saw Svengali.       Isn't that it? Donna stares into his eyes, a frightened expression on her face. She shakes her head wildly, but her eyes stay locked on his.             DONNA:       No, I...I didn't mean to... Doctor Keller takes a step forward, forcing her to look up at an even steeper angle to meet his gaze.             DOCTOR KELLER:       But you did, Donna. There are no       accidents to the subconscious mind.       You looked at me and thought that I       looked exactly like the "sinister       hypnotist" you've been imagining       ever since you read that script.       Didn't you? Donna looks at him, unblinking, like a rabbit in the headlights.             DONNA:       I'm sorry...             DOCTOR KELLER          (icily)       Didn't you?             DONNA:       ...yes. Doctor Keller frowns, but not in anger. His expression is one of stern, undeniable authority.             DOCTOR KELLER:       That is what you want, Donna. You       couldn't admit it before, because       you didn't know it before, but now       you feel the truth of it. You want       me to be your Svengali. You want to       give yourself to me. That is why       you asked me to come here, because       deep down, you knew that you needed       to learn what it felt like to       surrender your mind and will       completely to me in order to be       able to portray it on film. Nothing       else will convince an audience,       Donna. Only when you have       experienced complete hypnotic       submission can you show others what       it feels like. Doesn't that make Give Yourself To Me       sense, Donna? Donna's eyelids flutter slightly as she continues to stare up at him. Her expression is blank and unquestioning.             DONNA:       Yes... Doctor Keller narrows his eyes slightly and takes another step towards her. There is very little distance between them now.             DOCTOR KELLER:       And now that you know the truth,       you know what you want to do,       Donna. You want to let me hypnotize       you. Because it's so important to       you to be a good actress. Being a       good actress means understanding       the role. Understanding the role       means letting me hypnotize you. So       what do you want to do, Donna?             DONNA:          (distant)       I want...to let you...hypnotize me.             DOCTOR KELLER:       That's right, Donna. You want to       let me hypnotize you. You want to       submit to me completely. You want       to obey my every command. Deep       down, you know this will help you       play the part, and you want that       more than anything. So when your       conscious mind is hesitant, or       confused about obeying me, your       deepest self will remember how       important it is, and it will help       me to hypnotize you. Your deepest       self will help you obey, because       the better you obey, the more like       Trilby you are. And you want to be       just like Trilby, don't you?             DONNA:       Oh, yessssss.... She shivers all over, and her eyelids flutter even further. They are only half-open, now.             DOCTOR KELLER:       Oh, yes, Donna. Your deepest self       hid it from you, all this time, but       there are no accidents to the       subconscious mind. Your manager...       Such a distinguished man, isn't he?       A wise, older man who always seems       to be ready to guide your career       down to the smallest details, even       the way you dress, the men you       date...             DONNA:       I...I don't understand...             DOCTOR KELLER:       And the script...surely a famous       young woman like yourself must have       dozens of projects to choose from,       but this script just leaped out at       you, didn't it? It just seemed to       burn itself into your mind until       you knew you had to do it?             DONNA:          (distant):       Yes, I've always loved the book.       Ever since I was fifteen, when I       first-- She shivers again, and her jaw drops in sudden realization.             DONNA:       Ohhhh.... Doctor Keller reaches out and takes her chin, gently supporting her head.             DOCTOR KELLER:       Exactly, my dear. You don't want to       be like Trilby because you want the       part, you wanted the part because       you want to be like Trilby. All       your life, ever since you've read       that book, you've been shaping the       pattern of your life towards this       moment. Your manager was just a       substitute, a stand-in until you       could find the man who could truly,       deeply, thoroughly dominate your       thoughts and your mind. The way I       can. The way I will. Donna's eyes are now barely even a quarter open, and only the whites show. Her head is resting on Doctor Keller's chin.             DOCTOR KELLER:       And you're already hypnotized now,       Donna, and you don't even know when       it happened. I didn't need to do a       thing, Donna. I just told you what       you wanted to hear, what you needed       to hear, and you did it all       yourself. You want this. You want       to give yourself to me. He passes his hand over her eyes, and they close completely. She slumps just a little, swaying slightly where she stands.             DOCTOR KELLER:       Good girl, Donna. Good girl. Every       time you obey, it reminds you how       much you want to obey. Every time       you obey, it makes it easier for       you to obey. Every time you obey,       you want to obey more. The more you       give yourself to me, the more you       want to give.             DONNA:       ...want to give...             DOCTOR KELLER:       Want to obey.             DONNA:       ...want to obey...             DOCTOR KELLER:       Good girl, Donna. Now, remove your       clothes for me. Donna's hands twitch at their sides, but remain still.             DONNA:       I...I mustn't, it's...my manager       said, bad for my career...             DOCTOR KELLER:       Remember the image of Svengali in       your mind, Donna. Who is more like       him, your manager...or me? Donna's hands twitch again, slowly raising up from their sides. They hesitate. Doctor Keller strokes her forehead, slowly trailing his fingers down until they rest between her eyes.             DOCTOR KELLER:       It's so hard to think now, isn't       it, Donna? Donna nods.             DOCTOR KELLER:       Let me help you remember what you       most want, Donna. You want to be       Trilby. To be Trilby, you must play       the part. To play the part, you       must understand the role. Donna's hands slowly move up, fumbling with her buttons.             DOCTOR KELLER:       To understand the role, you must       obey me. So to get what you most       want, Donna, what you most want in       all the world...you must obey me. Donna unbuttons her top as he speaks, sliding it slowly off.             DONNA:       ...must obey you...             DOCTOR KELLER:       Good girl, Donna. Remove your       clothes. Donna slides her skirt down and steps out of her shoes, standing there in just her underwear. Her hands shake as she reaches around for her bra, starting to slow down a little. Doctor Keller strokes her forehead again.             DOCTOR KELLER:       Let me help you remember what you       most want, Donna. You want to play       the part. To play the part, you       must understand the role. To       understand the role, you must obey       me. Donna unsnaps the bra and lets it fall to the floor.             DONNA:       ...must obey you...             DOCTOR KELLER:       Good girl, Donna. Remove your       clothes. Donna hooks her fingers into the waistband of her panties. She frowns, and lets out a tiny whimper. Doctor Keller strokes her forehead again.             DOCTOR KELLER:       Remember what you most want, Donna.       You want to understand the role. To       understand the role, you must obey       me. Donna slides off her panties and steps out of them, completely nude.             DONNA:       ...must obey you...             DOCTOR KELLER:       Good girl, Donna. Now, get down on       your knees. Donna sinks down to her knees, her stance wide enough that her pussy is exposed. Her chin slumps down onto her chest.             DOCTOR KELLER:       So hard to think now, Donna. Try to       remember what you most want, what       you most want in all the world.             DONNA:          (beat)       I want...             DOCTOR KELLER:       You want to obey me.             DONNA:       I want to obey you.             DOCTOR KELLER:       And the only way to get what you       want...             DONNA:       ...is to obey you.             DOCTOR KELLER:       Good girl, Donna. Now, play with       your pussy for me. Donna's hand moves to her pussy, slowly at first, but with increasing enthusiasm as she begins to masturbate. Her other hand caresses her breasts, and she lets out a small, shuddery sigh.             DOCTOR KELLER:       And every time you obey me, it       feels better to obey me. It feels       even better, now, doesn't it?             DONNA:          (her voice quivering)       ...yes, feels so....unnnnhhh...       feels so good, now...I must obey,       want to obey...             DOCTOR KELLER:       You've masturbated before, but it's       never felt this good, has it,       Donna? Donna spreads her pussy lips apart with her left hand while she slides the first two fingers of her right hand inside.             DOCTOR KELLER:       Has it, Donna?             DONNA:       Nnnnnno! She presses her thumb against her clit as she pushes her fingers in and out.             DOCTOR KELLER:       Obedience makes the pleasure all       the better, Donna. Obedience makes       the pleasure so much more powerful. Donna whimpers.             DONNA:       ...want to obey you must obey       you... Doctor Keller reaches down and strokes her hair gently.             DOCTOR KELLER:       Obedience feels better and better,       the pleasure and the obedience are       one and the same now. Obedience is       pleasure. Say it for me, Donna.             DONNA:       ...obedience is pleasure... She jerks and shudders. Her head briefly rears back in excitement before falling forward once more.             DOCTOR KELLER:       Again.             DONNA:       ...obedience is...ohhhh...       pleasure... She reaches her left hand up and begins pinching her nipples, moving back and forth from one to the other. Her head falls back again as she moans, her eyes still tightly shut, and this time stays there.             DOCTOR KELLER:       Again until I tell you to stop. He rubs his cock through his pants as he watches Donna play with herself.             DONNA:       ...obedience is pleasure; obedience       is pleasure; oh, oh, ohhhhbedience       is pleasure; obedience is... Her hips buck forward, and her words dissolve into a moan for a moment.             DONNA:       Pleasure! Obedience is pleasure!       Obedience is pleasure! Obedience is       pleasure! She shifts slightly so she can add a third finger to her pussy.             DONNA:       Obedience! Is! Pleasure! Obedience!       Is! Pleasure! OhhhHHHhhhbedience!       Is! ...is...pleasure... Her whole body shakes now with each thrust.             DOCTOR KELLER:       Gently now, Donna, gently. Just let       the words sink deep into your       brain, locked into your deepest       self. Let them re-order your every       thought, so that all your other       thoughts flow from it. The most       important thing you know, the       center of your very self. You want       to obey me, so you must obey me,       and obedience is pleasure. Donna's masturbation has slowed some. A dreamy smile spreads across her face.             DONNA:       ...pleasure...             DOCTOR KELLER:       Lie back, Donna. Eyes open, but       seeing nothing until I command it. Donna rolls onto her back, her fingers still crammed into her pussy. Her eyes open, but they are utterly glazed, and her expression is one of vacant bliss. Doctor Keller moves to stand next to her head. He looks down at her, and her eyes lock onto his as her masturbation increases slightly in its intensity.             DOCTOR KELLER: Give Yourself To Me       This is what you've always wanted,       isn't it, Donna? To be utterly lost       in pleasure, lost in my powerful       eyes, helpless and mindless and       aroused... Donna squeals loudly, and her hips buck upwards in a long, explosive orgasm that suggests that the good doctor is definitely on to something, here.             DOCTOR KELLER:       And it just makes you want to obey       more, your mind is so open and it       feels so good that you want to open       yourself to me. You need to open       yourself to me. As he speaks, Donna's legs spread wider apart, exposing more of her pussy to his (and our) view. Her hand shifts position slightly, so that the heel of her hand now grinds against her clit, but her fingers continue to pump in and out.             DOCTOR KELLER:       More and more open, feeling better       and better. You feel it, you know       it, you want to let me shape and       mold your mind, your thoughts, your       very soul. You want to give       yourself to me, Donna. Completely.       Totally.             DONNA:       yes please please own me please... Her free hand roams along her body, trailing up and down over her own curves as she whimpers and moans.             DOCTOR KELLER:       Opening to me more and more. All of       your own desire, Donna. All your       deepest desires are turned to       helping me control you, Donna, and       it feels so very...very...good. Donna spreads her legs even wider now, practically a gynecological view of her cunt.             DONNA:       ...so open...so good... Doctor Keller undresses, revealing a body in very good shape for a man on the outer edge of middle age. His cock is rock-hard, popping up to stand straight out as soon as he gets it out from under his boxers. He takes his time--not in a sexy, strip-tease sort of way, but carefully folding his clothes and setting them on a nearby chair to make sure they don't wrinkle. Once he has completely undressed, he turns his attention to Donna once more.             DOCTOR KELLER:       See how pleased I am with you,       Donna. See how aroused you have       made me. Donna's eyes lock onto Doctor Keller's cock.             DONNA:       ...i please, i obey, obedience is       pleasure, i...i...iiiiii! She screams in yet another orgasm.             DOCTOR KELLER:       Good girl, Donna. All the       programming locked deep into your       sleepy mind, just where you want it       to be. All your thoughts buried and       blank, swept under in a tide of       perfect obedience and perfect       pleasure.             DONNA:       Perfect pleasure... He steps away to stand between her thighs. Her eyes follow his every move, mesmerized by his cock.             DOCTOR KELLER:       So open for me, and the more you       open the better it feels...tell me       what you want, Donna.             DONNA:       I want to obey. Doctor Keller gets down on his hands and knees, his body just inches from hers.             DOCTOR KELLER:       What is the most important thing,       Donna?             DONNA:       To give myself to you. Doctor Keller reaches down between Donna's legs and pulls her hand away. She whimpers just a little in protest, but does not attempt to move her hand back.             DOCTOR KELLER:       What is obedience, Donna?             DONNA:       Pleasure. Doctor Keller guides himself into her.             DOCTOR KELLER:       Good...good girl, Donna. Good girl. He proceeds to fuck her, long and hard. She looks into his eyes the entire time. Eventually, his self-control finally breaks, and he has to come. He relaxes onto her body, spent.             DOCTOR KELLER:          (conversationally)       I really should feel bad about       this, my dear. After all, it does       reinforce the whole "sinister       hypnotist" stereotype. I'm sure       that once I become your manager,       the gossip papers will call me       "your Svengali" even without       knowing that the facts back them       up. He caresses her breasts, and she sighs happily. She's still very obviously hypnotized, and very obviously blissed out.             DOCTOR KELLER:       But as I said...I am a tremendous       fan of yours. Suddenly, the door opens. A woman in her mid-twenties walks in, every inch the image of a perfectly organized, precisely ordered, absolutely serious businesswoman. She's looking at a BlackBerry as she enters the room, tapping away with her stylus.             MISS BLAKE:       Donna, have you finished with       Doctor Keller yet? Only we've got-- She stops dead as she looks down at the two of them, and blushes beet red.             MISS BLAKE:       Oh my god!          (beat, as she stares in          shock)       Oh, my god! Oh, this is simply a       disaster! I can't believe       you'd--Doctor Keller, I expected       better of you! We talked in great       detail about the importance of       propriety in regards to Miss Gunn! Doctor Keller rolls over. He is already beginning to stiffen again.             DOCTOR KELLER:       Ah, the charming and accommodating       Miss Blake! So good of you to join       us. And yes, we did talk in       exhausting detail about propriety,       didn't we?          (beat)       Can you remember any of the things       we actually said, Miss Blake?             MISS BLAKE:          (confused):       I...I'm not sure, I remember you       saying something, something       important... She stares straight ahead, her face going slack. Doctor Keller snaps his fingers. His cock is now quite hard again.             DOCTOR KELLER:       Accommodate me, Miss Blake. Miss Blake's face goes completely blank, and she falls to her knees.             MISS BLAKE:       Yes, Master. She crawls towards him, and sucks on his cock as we slowly, slowly, slowly FADE TO BLACK. END.