Ok, I know you might not believe this story. I sure wouldn't have until it happened to me. It all started several months ago. I was sitting around with a few friends in the student union at the college I attend. We happened to be talking about a hypnotist show that had happened the previous week. I had read some about it, but I was convinced that it could only work if you had the permission of the person.
Well, everyone but Amanda and I had left when she started telling me about a hypnotist show she went to years before where she was hypnotized without realizing it. I, of course, didn't believe it, but I was intrigued with the idea. It was getting late and almost everyone was gone, but I decided to stick around and see what she knew about the experience. I told her to tell me about what happened. I wanted to know all the details.
Now let me describe Amanda. I give you enough to get the general idea, but I've found the best stories leave the best details to your own mind. She's small, 4'11", probably 100 - 105 pounds, light-skinned, and curly red hair. If you could imagine someone needing a size zero, that would be her. I have to admit her face couldn't launch a thousand ships, but we were just friends. I wasn't looking for anything to happen between us. She wasn't exactly my type anyways, confirmed virgin, all around good girl. I wanted a little more in a chick, like a good fuck.
I don't exactly remember everything she told me, but I did notice that as she was talking about it, she looked like she was struggling more and more to keep her train of thought. Then, just as she was about to finish the story, she just sort of collapsed back onto the couch we were sitting on. Ok, it didn't take a rocket scientist at this point to figure out that somehow thinking back to that experience, she had hypnotized herself the same way the hypnotist had done it years before, at least I hoped so... Hey, I was a college sophomore without a date at the moment. Now sitting before me was a hypnotized freshman. What would you have done? Me, I sat her up as much as I could without drawing attention and started seeing how I could use this to my advantage.
"Amanda, are you ok?" I asked.
"yeah.." It was weird. She answered me, but it was like she didn't really know who was talking to her.
"Why did you fall back like that?"
"tired... relaxed... couldn't stay sitting up like that"
"Do you like feeling so relaxed?"
"yeah.."
"I can teach you to be like this all or even more relaxed than this all the time, would you like that?"
"yeah.."
I had her hooked. I looked around to make sure that no one else was around watching. I took what little about hypnosis I had read and seen done, and I used it. I spent an hour deepening her trance and blocking out everything else. She was so relaxed by the end of it that she could barely talk, and she was so focused that a band could have started playing and she wouldn't have awakened. I took a minute to figure out my plan, and then I went to work. Only, one thing I would need, patience. I couldn't rush it.
"Amanda, you said you wanted me to teach you, right?"
"mm-hmm"
"So you want to have lessons on relaxing, what days?"
"...mo.nda..y and ... thurs..day"
"Ok, any time that's best for you?"
"late ...mid.. night .. before...bed"
"Good, but you know, if you have to think about our lessons you won't be relaxed as you could be, will you? You'll be anticipating them, be anxious, instead of relaxed, right?"
"yeah.. hadn't thought"
"Well, why don't you just let me remember for you? You'll be in your room at that time, about to go to bed. I'll just drop by then and do your lessons. Ok?
"k..."
"In fact, you don't even have to remember the lessons, since you'll be learning ways to relax. You can just remember the ways to relax without having to worry about remembering anything about the lessons or who is teaching you. Ok?"
"k..."
"And there is a phrase that will let me bring you back to this place, this wonderfully relaxed trance. This phrase is in your mind already. What is it?"
"Learn ... to... relax." (Sound familiar?)
So I had done it. I had her in a trance, brought her out of it. She looked a little spaced out for a few minutes, but she didn't seem to care about it or want to question it. We looked at the clock and said our goodnights, and it had been a good night. Now I had a problem though. Amanda was cute, but she wasn't the prettiest girl you've ever seen. She was closer to average than to beautiful, but she was nice to look at and a good friend. So what am I doing to her, or thinking about doing? I spent all night thinking about it, and I figured... I could make new friends. This was a once in a life-time opportunity.
The next day, fortunately, was Thursday. That night was our first "relaxation session". I had no idea if she would remember or even talk to me that day. We saw each other. She spoke to me, even smiled. She didn't have a clue. Now all I had to worry about was getting in her room for the session.
It turned out that wasn't a problem either. Now, I don't know much about hypnosis, but somehow, she was expecting me for a "study session". She couldn't remember what we were studying, but she let me in anyways. Unfortunately, even though she was about to go to bed, she was still in the clothes she had worn all day, loose, formless, and drab. After a little small talk, she started combing her desk, trying to figure out what we were supposed to be studying. I told her to come and sit down for a second. When we were both sitting on her bed, I just looked at her for a sec and made my final choice.
"You really need to Learn to Relax."
No sooner had I said the words than she fell right down onto her pillow.
"Are you ready for your lesson now?"
"yeah" She didn't sound as relaxed as before so I spent time deepening her back down to the level she had been at the night before.
"Do you enjoy how you are feeling now?"
"mm-hmm..."
"And the more often you relax for me when I say your special phrase, you will find it easier to relax and find that you can relax even more deeply just by hearing your trigger, won't you?"
"mm-hmm..."
"Why are you still wearing you clothes that you wore for classes? Wouldn't you be more comfortable in you pajamas?" I had no clue what she slept in, but a shot in the dark was better than this. Then came her response.
"yeah.. but you're here..." Exactly what I was expecting.
".. not right for you to see me in nightshirt and panties..." I nearly fell off the bed. I didn't actually think she would even tell me that much. I had to see if I could push her, just a little.
"That's ok with me, but if you want to be relaxed all the time, you need to be as comfortable as possible, right?"
"I guess so... should I wear that for the sessions from now on?" YES!! Stay calm.
"Yes, that way you can relax even more, ok?"
"ok..." She accepted. No hesitation, no resistance. Could it really be this easy?
That ended our lesson for the night. Small steps. Don't want the change to be noticeable to her. It all needs to be her idea. I stopped by a few times over the weekend. I couldn't tell any difference, but she did seem a little more relaxed around me. Monday night I went back for our next lesson. She opened the door in her night shirt. It was more of a dress than a shirt. It was a loose flannel thing that hung to her knees. That would have to change. After I had her under, I pushed a little more.
"You want to be comfortable as possible so you can relax, right?"
"yeah..."
"And you're more comfortable in your nightshirt and panties?"
"yeah..."
"no bra?"
"no, it's not comfortable"
"Then why do you wear one at all?"
"more comfortable during day... and supposed .. to"
"Would anyone notice if you didn't wear one?"
".... no"
"So why don't you try not wearing one, you'll be a little more relaxed and more comfortable without one on, and you'll see that you don't need to wear one at all from now on, ok?"
Silence. "but that's ... wrong"
"Will you at least try it until our next session, to see if it helps?"
"k..."
Success. I finished up for the night. I couldn't wait to see her the next day. Sure enough, if it wasn't for the fact I knew there wasn't a bra there, you wouldn't know she wasn't wearing one, but she wasn't. After that it was all a breeze. All our sessions went pretty similar. I never pushed too far, just building a base for her real change. She never wore a bra again.
The next session I showed her that if she wasn't wearing a bra, why should she wear panties? It took a little more convincing, but she gave in. No wonder she went under so easily without wanting to. Was this girl was a pushover? Wait... why hadn't I seen this before? She never thought I would do anything like this. She trusted me.
Big mistake.
That Thursday night, she stopped wearing the nightshirt. She slept nude. She wore a robe during our sessions. The next week she started going nude in her dorm room. Fortunately she had a single. I had big plans for her and our next session.
Big plans.
Our next session was the real test. I decided to push her all the way. Something told me I was rushing it, but I thought she was a pushover. I was wrong. Our session started out as all of them had, but once I deepened her to a completely relaxed state, I did something different.
"Is it easier for you to relax now?"
"yeah..."
"And you're relaxing more because you're doing what I'm telling you, right?"
"i guess so..."
"So.. from now on, why don't you just do whatever I say, since doing what I say helps you relax?"
"No." What happened? Did she wake up? Oh man, I was screwed... what do I do now? Only thing was... she didn't open her eyes. Did that mean?
"Amanda, are you still relaxed?"
"yeah.." Just like before... I guess she didn't wake up. She must have just felt strongly that she wasn't going to do as I said. Even though she already was.... back to slow and steady. I still might be able to win tonight.
"You want to be as comfortable as possible for our sessions, right?"
"yeah"
"You said you were most comfortable when you are nude in here, didn't you?"
"i did"
"So why aren't you nude now?"
"don't want you to see me"
"It doesn't matter if I see you though, does it? You need to be nude so you can learn to relax even more, don't you?"
"guess so... just .. seems .. wrong" She was resisting again. How can I get her to agree?
"You also thought it was wrong not to wear a bra, didn't you?"
"i did"
"Do you wear a bra anymore?"
"no"
"So don't you think you could do this even though it seems wrong so you can relax?"
"guess so.. you've seen a girl nude before, right?" Not what I was expecting, but my cock still twitched.
"Yeah, of course."
And with that, she undid her belt, and shrugged off her robe. Remember, what I said before about her not being the hottest gal you've seen... forget it. What she lacked above her clothes she definitely made up for with what was hidden under them.
"Is this more comfortable?"
"yeah.."
"But you're only doing this for our sessions, right? You wouldn't feel comfortable sitting around nude in your room if anyone else was here, would you?"
"no, just you..."
"And even when we aren't having a session, you can still be nude around me, since I have seen you nude now, ok?" I thought it made sense.
"guess so" She seemed to hesitate.
For the next month the sessions were uneventful. She became much more used to being in trance and even had an easier time answering my questions. I was getting frustrated though. I at least wanted a good show for all the trouble. I had spent the last month working on a girl and ending up with nothing but a bunch of wet dreams, picturing her kneeling, waiting, cooking, cleaning, and fucking simply so she could please me. Still I did enjoy going over for visits. I'd knock. She'd answer the door wearing her robe.
"Hi. How's it going over on this side of campus?"
"Man, am I glad it's you. I hate wearing this thing."
And with that she would shrug off the robe, and give me a good look at her body. I could even stare at her tits or cunt and she wouldn't say anything. Either she enjoyed making me suffer or she felt too relaxed to say anything. I'm not sure which.
But tonight, I had a plan. Maybe, just maybe, I could get a good show. I'd set it up good enough she should be willing. I just had to try. I put her under and went to work.
"Do you ever masturbate, Amanda?"
"not telling"
"I just need to know. It's part of tonight's lesson. You want to learn your next lesson don't you?"
"yeah"
"Then, I need you to answer my question. Do you masturbate?"
"yeah, once or twice a week... usually"
"And do you feel relaxed when you do?"
"no i'm horny"
"You could masturbate during our sessions. Then you wouldn't need to at other times, and if you masturbate during our sessions, you could stay this relaxed, couldn't you?"
"yeah i could"
"Do you want to masturbate now?"
"no you're watching"
"What if I did it for you? I could finger you. You wouldn't have to even do it yourself. You could stay totally relaxed, couldn't you?"
"yeah"
"I'm going to finger you. I'm going to make you cum, so you can see that during these sessions is the only time you need to masturbate, ok?"
"k"
Let's recap, shall we. I have a beautiful girl in trance. She doesn't even try to hide her body around me anymore. Now, I've convinced her that she wants me to finger her. She wants to cum right in front of me. I love my life. I could have just attacked her pussy. She had spread her legs slightly, and I could tell she was already wet. I wanted to feel her up. I was probably the first and last guy to ever run my hands across every inch of her body.
I reached out and started at her neck. I ran my hands down her shoulders and arms, and then slowly swept them across her belly and cupped her tits. At this point she had a confused look on her face. I could tell she was enjoying it, but I also knew that she thought this was wrong. It was time to make her not care. I started massaging her breasts. Obviously she loved that, but she wanted more. She was pushing her pelvis toward me as far as she could with her legs spread as far apart as possible.
Wow, I had gotten glimpses of her pussy, but she was still proper enough to cross her legs. Now I had a clear view, and she was ready. I reached down with one hand and started to rub. I kept my other hand feeling of every part of her. I even pinched and pulled her nipples, but she was so far lost in her own lust she either didn't notice or didn't care. I started to push one finger in her pussy. Damn, she was tight. 100% virgin. Then, as I pushed my way in, she moaned, shook a little and fell back onto her bed.
"Did you cum?"
"yesss..." Not much of a show, but I knew how to change that.
"Did you enjoy that?"
"oh yeah"
"So from now on, you'll do that for yourself during our sessions when I let you, won't you?"
"definitely" She's hooked.
"And the orgasms you are going to have from now on are going to get bigger, louder, and more uncontrollable with each orgasm, aren't they?"
"yes please.." Hey, Mikey! I think she likes it...
"And wouldn't you like even more orgasms?"
"hell yes" Hmm... She's getting into this.
"So we need to have a session every night, not just twice a week, right?"
"yeah every night"
"And since I've seen and felt every inch of you, you won't mind if I touch you?"
"no please touch me"
"And you won't need to hide your pussy by crossing your legs anymore. Why don't you just spread them wide for me, ok?"
"k" And she did, as if it was the most casual thing in the world.
I have to admit. The shows were nice. I would come over she would strip. I could touch her, finger her, and stare at her tits. I even got her to show me a rumored birth mark... She never even bothered trying to cross her legs. She proudly displayed her body for me. I think it turned her on more than it did me though. Some nights I would get there and she spent the whole time in orgasm after orgasm, which by this time were getting huge. I wonder what the neighbors thought...
I still was determined to make her completely mine, though. I spent the next few weeks improving her performance, enjoying the shows, and "helping her realize" how much more relaxed she felt when she wasn't thinking. She also "realized" the only time she wasn't thinking was when I was over and I was telling her what to do. It took a month, but she finally gave in.
"You're more relaxed when you aren't thinking, aren't you?"
"i am"
"Well, someone has to be thinking for you. Who is thinking for you?
"you are"
"So you are much more comfortable when I am thinking for you, telling you what to do, right?"
"yes i am"
"So wouldn't it be better to be that way all of the time, to let me tell you what to do all the time?"
"No."
"What about when we are alone in your room? That is where you are nude and relaxed. Then you could be totally relaxed even when you aren't in trance. Would you like that?"
"yeah that would be nice"
"So from now on, when we are alone in your room, you will do whatever I say, won't you?"
"yes" She was mine. She couldn't stop it now. She had given me total control in her room, and I intended to use it.
"If you do whatever I say, you can't resist me, can you?"
"i can't"
"You will not lie to me ever again or try to resist and suggestion I give you, is that understood?"
"i understand"
"You will obey me without resistance even when we are not alone in your room. Your new and only goal in life now is to please me, isn't that right?"
"yes, i must please you"
"Do you know what that makes you?"
"no"
"It makes you a slave."
"i am a slave"
"A slave has a Master. Who is your Master, slave?"
"You are Master"
"Off the bed slave, kneel before me." She slid down to the floor and kneeled, looking up at me.
"When I snap my fingers on the count of three, you will awaken as you always have, but this time, you will remember all your lessons. You will know that you are my slave, understand?
"yes Master"
"1, 2, 3..." SNAP.
She looked around for a minute trying to figure out what was going on. She almost started to get up. Then the memories came flooding back. Everything I had done to her. She dropped back to her knees and accepted her new life of submission.
"how may i please you Master?"
"Well, slave, you can start by helping me out of these clothes." She nearly jumped at me and started pulling my clothes away until I was totally nude. Then, without me saying a word, she returned to her kneeling position.
"Good girl. You will always answer me completely and honestly, understand slave?
"yes Master, completely and honestly"
"Are you a virgin?"
"yes Master."
"How far have you gone with a guy?"
"You are the only guy who has ever seen me nude or touched me like that."
"Are you ready to lose your virginity?"
"i'll do anything to please you Master."
Well, I didn't need anymore of an invitation. I pounced on her. I pushed her back on the floor. I used my hand to cover her mouth, and in one motion, she was no longer a virgin. I'm glad I covered her hand or someone would have heard her scream or moan... I still haven't figured out which it was. She was tight. It was all I could do to push into her, and then it was even tougher pulling out. I finally got her body into a rhythm with mine, but by the time we had that tightness had made me pop. I came. Ok, not the most thrilling description, but I'm better at acting than writing, and I like to think I'm decent at writing... Anyways, I had won. She was mine, forever. All that was left was to complete my fantasy.
After that night, my slave slowly started drop out of activities she was involved in. She quit hanging out with her friends. Everyone assumed that she was swamped with work and that I was helping her with it, or at least that was what they told me. She quit college that summer. She got a job and an apartment about half a mile from campus. Now she is always nude unless I allow her to leave the apartment. She didn't used to shave her pussy. She does now, and she spends her days cooking, cleaning, and kneeling by the door just hoping I will drop by and allow her to fuck me.
I still use hypnosis on her, mostly to keep her craving more. I'm trying to read up on how to decrease her intelligence or erase any memory of her former life. I've done some work. I have been able to focus her more and more on having sex with me, but I guess more than that may not be as easy to do as she was to enslave.
I did also make sure that she has a computer and a webcam. Even if I can't go to my apartment and use her, I can still sit in my dorm room and watch her finger herself and have her tell me how much she wishes I was there ramming my cock in her. It's a wonderful life. Even as I write this, in my apartment that she is paying for, she is kneeling at my side reading every word.
"Do you know who this story is about?"
"me, Master"
"Do you know what I did to you?"
"yes, Master"
"How does that make you feel?"
"it doesn't matter. only pleasing you matters, Master."
Real or fiction, you decide. I know and thoroughly enjoy the truth. Even if it isn't real, can you really say you wouldn't like to have a gal kneeling next to you while you read this, waiting for you to finish so you'll fuck her....
Oh, and my slave did mention that her sister is going be going to our college next year. Maybe she'll need help adjusting from a senior who's a good friend of her sister's. Who knows? I might even be able to put the second bedroom in this apartment to good use after all... College life is so stressful, after all. I'm sure she'll need someone to help her "Learn to Relax."
(This is my first crack at story writing... Any comments or suggestions would be appreciated!)