Hypnotist at the Bijou
Part 15
Jane was rushing around madly looking for her other earring when Sue, Sandi and Meggs came a knocking at the door, or rather ringing the doorbell. She was a little flustered and quickly popped to the door and let them in. No sooner had Meggs stepped inside the door than she tilted her head at Jane, then said, “Shouldn’t that be on your other ear?”
Jane turned and looked on the bureau from Meggs angle and saw the silly thing had dropped behind a folder. “Thank you so much, sweetie, I’ve been hunting that for the last ten minutes.”
“Who’s a little bit nervous, hmm?” Sue quizzed Jane.
“I’m not nervous, but I really am excited, aren’t you?” Jane replied.
Meggs lit up, “I just can’t wait, I’m looking forward to watching all you susceptible subjects drift away under his power. Won’t catch me, though.” Of course there immediately followed a muttering throng, all suggesting that they could each resist while expecting all the others to succumb. The doorbell went again, ‘ding, dong’ sort of like that, and Jane opened it to Angie and Claire, hugs and kisses for everyone. They all stood back for a moment, and nobody could believe their eyes. Everybody thought everybody else was stunning, and they were right, because everybody was fucking stunning. Incredibly beautiful evening gowns, all wearing the most exquisite stockings and pumps, and groomed to perfection. An observer might easily die of pleasure seeing them.
Coming up to four thirty and no sign of the trio yet, what was keeping them? ‘Ding a ling’, no… hang on a sec, oh I remember ‘Ding, Dong!’ went the doorbell, and for those whose eyeballs weren’t already seared by the beauty, Connie and Cherie fairly lit up the room, and Tim looked resplendent in his tuxedo. Everyone was ready to chuff off and swallow some nosh. Tim’s good friend and comrade Marcello was holding a table for them, but it was getting heavy and he had to put it down. Silly thing to do anyway, I thought. Erm, back to the plot.
The adorable nine arrived at the front of the Finest Italian Restaurant in the Southern Hemisphere (according to the new sign) and were greeted by Persephone, Marcello’s svelte and delectable daughter. She was loving working in the family business, her father’s reputation ensured a continuous flow of wealthy and important (and rich) customers, any of whom might sweep her off her feet any day now. Of course she recognised Tim and Connie instantly, and escorted the group through to their table. It was a long and fairly narrow table, enabling room for more customers, don’t you know. As everyone got seated Tim popped his head into the kitchen to say hello to Marcello, and after a man hug requested a magnum of his particular favourite Shiraz.
Back at the table the coats were off, the bags stowed and legs daintily arranged past each other. Cherie couldn’t help herself, and as Tim was sitting down she slipped off a pump and carefully guided her stockinged foot past Connie’s crossed leg, and then brought her toes to the back of Connie’s pump and plopped it off her heel, sliding her stockinged foot back and forth along Connie’s stockinged foot until her pump dropped, and then increasing the pleasant rubbing and contact as Connie’s eyes became dreamy and glazed. Tim knew something was going on and he deciphered the look as being likely under the table action. ‘Thwang’, “oops, dropped my silly fork” and down he bent to recover it. Seeing the sisters playing footsie in those stockings was enough to send him mad, and he couldn’t take his eyes off them. Alas, though, that was all for now as Cherie returned hers to her pump, and Connie then likewise retreated, and Tim had one last inspection of the row of desirable legs before Connie finally asked if they were pretty enough for him. Tim pretended to be shocked at her suggestion that he should find the cutlery pretty as he returned to the table huffing steam onto his fork and rubbing it clean with the tablecloth.
Waiters were busily pouring wine and taking food orders, laughing and carrying on amongst the revellers and then the first courses were arriving. Marcello made his grand entrance to welcome them and thank Tim for his patronage, and was genuinely staggered by the extraordinary beauty of the guests. He offered his admiration for them each in turn, and they all thanked him graciously, and the hearty repast was equally praised as it was consumed, and little by little the talk was turning to who would be the first of their number hypnotised, and could any of them possibly resist Zelmann’s hypnotic charms. Everyone had finished their food, and drained their wine, a pleasant hum of joy settled over their minds as they journeyed to the theatre to enjoy the show.
The remarkable doorman made ready to tackle Tim and see him off, and once again they laughed and hugged and Tim praised his outstanding appearance, and the nine entered the theatre as many onlookers gawped at their splendour. Everywhere they went they were turning heads, no one seemed averse to stealing admiring glances as they made their way down to the seats, arranging themselves and their chattels as they got comfortable. As always, the theatre was filling fast, there would be no empty seats at tonight’s performance. All eyes were searching the stage for clues about this evening’s activities, but of course nothing was offering any insights. Soon the house lights were dimming and Zelmann’s music was heralding his imminent arrival. The announcer was as effusive as ever, though doubtless he had good reason to be with the constant sell out season, and then after the presentation was complete everyone saw the small spotlight on the curtain begin to enlarge, and Professor Zelmann emerge from behind it.
“Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen, persons of great intellectual inquiry and zealous curiosity, I present for your enjoyment and entertainment this evening a new and unique opportunity for you all. There are always members of my highly attentive audience who find themselves naturally disposed to my hypnotic talents, and tonight I doubt that there will be any who are not. For I present to you tonight a device so captivating, so fascinating that not one of you will be able to resist it. For you pleasure and delight I show you, ‘The Mind Strobe’. As Zelmann made his announcement the house lights were cut, switched off completely, and the powerful device wound up to eight tenths started flashing. The great hall was pitch black until the flashing, and all anybody could see was that flashing, and the effect was overpowering, and so the Professor continued, “Now all you can see is my mind strobe. All you can hear is my voice… stare at the strobe… watch the intensely flashing light as I adjust its frequency to subdue your willpower… captivate your minds… stare… stare deeply… and listen only to my words.”
The patrons were all mesmerised, the strobe was indeed irresistible, no one could stop looking, even those that initially had closed their eyes hoping to block it out quickly realised that the flashing was as intense on their eyelids, and they could still see it. Zelmann adjusted the frequency to slow theta waves again, coaxing all in attendance into a soporific state, ready for his suggestions. “The flashing light is drawing your gaze… you do not have the strength to fight it… you feel heavy… you feel tired… your eyes are beginning to feel heavy… heavy… soon you will sleep… you will want to sleep… it is already hard to stay awake… it feels strange… you don’t want to stay awake… it has been a long and tiring day… it has been a long and tiring week… it has been a long and tiring year… so tiring… you are so tired… you are relaxing now… you feel so comfortable and heavy… your arms and legs are heavy… your eyelids are heavy… drowsy… sleepy… so very sleepy… you want to close your eyes… you need to close your eyes… you must close your eyes… your eyes are closing… your eyes are closed… you are asleep… deep, deep asleep.” Every single person in the theatre was now in a deep sleep.
Sue had the distinction of being the first to lose consciousness, her sparkly eyes had rapidly dulled as the light flashed, her mind so easily tuned to the hypnotic frequency. Irene had cut the house lights on cue and her next assignment was eleven minutes away so she sneaked a peak, and fell asleep instantly; like Sue, her mind had tuned helplessly to the strobe, and his voice was all that was needed. In droves and in waves the audience was struggling with their eyelids, but no one could stop them from closing, and they were all now in perfect sleep. Zelmann was in a mood to play, again. “In a moment ladies and gentlemen I am going to come on stage, apparently to you for the first time tonight. You are completely unaware that I have already put you into a deep hypnotic trance, you do not remember seeing the mind strobe, you do not remember seeing me, as yet. When I come out you will be overjoyed, your excitement and anticipation will be heightened tenfold, and you will all want me to hypnotise you personally. You won’t be disappointed if you are not chosen, for the entertainment will be spectacular, and you will enjoy it immensely. You are, however, deeply under my power, and as I appear you will go ten times deeper into trance.”
After eleven minutes to the second, the Professor spoke into his sleeve, “Irene, beautiful girl, time for my introduction.” Irene opened her eyes in his deep hypnotic trance and expertly cued all the equipment to start his supplementary introduction. The crowd went wild as he reappeared on stage, and his voice boomed all around the hall. “Thank you ladies and gentlemen for your kind welcome, let’s have some fun tonight. Who would like me to hypnotise them and make them do some silly things?” Almost every hand was raised in the air, with Irene and Eric wondering why they had bothered, seeing as they needed to be operating stuff, and no one could see them up there anyway. Zelmann quickly selected a dozen subjects and they scampered up onto the stage. Taking the seats arranged for them they paid attention to the Professor waiting for his next move.
Zelmann selected a first subject to overpower, a very desirable mature woman, brunette with soft hazel eyes, not entirely unlike the colour of the Professor’s irises, but entirely unlike the characteristics of Zelmann’s eyes. He asked her name and she happily replied Barbara, and he then asked her to look into his eyes, although all the while trying to resist him, it went like this, “Barbara, I will have a contest with you… I am going to try to hypnotise you against your will… you will try to resist my powerful hypnotic gaze… and I will try to subdue your mind… look at me… look deeply into my eyes…” The adorable woman understood the challenge, and widened her eyes, and steeled herself for the onslaught, but as Zelmann engaged his hypnotic stare she could swear she could see a ring of flame begin to burn around his pupils. It took her quite by surprise and caused her to lose her concentration for a moment, and she wasn’t able to recover it. His eyes burned brighter as her thoughts began to drift away, “You see, my sweet and delectable subject… I have powers beyond the imagination of ordinary people… you are slipping into my gaze… and your resistance is fading… you feel yourself falling asleep… it is suddenly so easy to go to sleep… you can’t do anything else… just go to sleep.”
Barbara struggled only briefly with her eyelids, and rapidly succumbed to the slow motion blink, and then they closed. Zelmann briefly touched her shoulder, adding a little weight, and commanded her to “sleep deep”. He then turned to another woman on stage, her eyes dreamy from witnessing the induction, and he stared into her eyes, immediately capturing her will. With his eyes blazing fiercely he intoned, “sleep… sleep… deep, deep asleep.” Jasmine, the new subject, was helpless, her eyelids lowering, lowering, lowering and then closed. All the other volunteers were reacting to his words, struggling to remain awake, and simple taps and touches and gestures combined with a few more stares and sleep commands had them all deeply entranced. The audience was amazed at his power, and the volunteers were indeed spellbound. He turned to Barbara and said, “Barbara, you are a librarian, and you have just had a book returned that has pictures of you posing in raunchy photos, and the man who returned the book is the man of your dreams.” Then he turned to one of the four men on stage, whose name was Dan, “Dan, you have just returned this book, you have been lustfully masturbating to the pictures of this insanely beautiful woman for a month, and here she is.”
With that Dan and Barbara opened their eyes and commenced what could only be described as a passionate encounter, starting with admiring glances from both and rapidly escalating to touching and fondling and would have undoubtedly become shedding clothes and intimate fondling if they were not stopped. The audience were hysterical with laughter and Zelmann turned to Jasmine, “Jasmine my dear, you are the second grade teacher at the local primary school, and young Michael here has been naughty. He was looking up the girls dresses at recess and you caught him, and you now have him in detention. Michael, you want to look up teacher’s dress, you know you must be well behaved or you may be punished, but you want to do it.” Jasmine walked over to Michael and scolded him for his wicked sense of impropriety, all the while Michael was lifting the hem of her skirt and trying to cop a glimpse, and the crowd was hooting and hollering. The professor returned them to their seats. He then addressed all the volunteers on stage, “Today is the day of the great Sydney Marathon, and you are all hoping to win it. You will give your best effort, but you will take great care to run within your own limits. You will faithfully follow the track, although it will always be within the confines of the stage, and you will keep yourselves safe. Oh and one more thing, you will need to keep a lookout for the wrecking ball which occasionally swings across the course. Best of luck to all.” ‘Phnaaark’ (oh damn these sound effects, they never sound quite the same when you write them down, that was a starting siren, you know, a can of compressed air with a horn on top, Author).
“Ladies and gentlemen of the audience, watch intently as our competitors race the race of their lives, you can only see the race.” This allowed Zelmann the opportunity to descend into the audience again and play with some desirable observers. He couldn’t resist milling about around the nine first up, seeing Tim he approached, and even through the dark trousers of his tux the outline Tim’s rigid cock was impressive. Tim watched the race. “Tim, old chap, your cock is reacting more and more strongly every time you think about hypnosis, you can’t fight me, my power makes your cock so sensitive to hypnotism, every time, so tingly.” Tim watched the race, but now his cock was twitching. He approached Connie, she was watching the race, “Connie, my sweet, hypnotism makes your darling husband’s cock hard, I think his mind is hooked on you and your trance, you can never resist Tim’s hard cock, you always have to help.” Connie watched the race, and began to snake her hand over to his groin, and soon had his cock out and was slowly teasing it. He bent to Cherie, she was watching the race, “Cherie, you will see me tomorrow, at Jane’s house, for dinner, you can’t resist, you will obey!” Cherie watched the race, “I will obey!” Zelmann spoke to Jane, Jane was watching the race, “You want me to come to dinner at your house tomorrow, you will invite Cherie, I will bring Cassandra, your pussy will get hot thinking about me hypnotising you, you can’t resist, you will obey.” Jane watched the race, “Cherie, dinner pussy hot, yes pussy hot, I will obey!”
He spied a few equally fabulous new patrons in the third row and made his way toward them. He encountered a natural blonde woman around thirty that made his cock swell. She was around 5′ 6″, dressed similar to his hypno slaves, and had the most beautiful and enormous eyes, wide and staring she was watching the race. Zelmann put his hand on her shoulder, “You are a very desirable woman, listen to my voice and go to sleep… do not fight it… just go to sleep.” The blonde woman’s eyes slowly lowered over her eyes, and she slept. “You are under my power, and you want to be deeper under my power. After the show you will seek me out backstage because you think my hypnotism has done something to you. You don’t think you were hypnotised, but you feel funny and want me to help. Are you here with anyone?” She responded, “Alone.” Zelmann continued, “Very good, my dear, watch the race, you do not think you are hypnotised… you must come backstage for my help after the show.” He moved a couple of places along to another woman who seemed to be on her own. A raven black haired beauty of 5′ 10″ or so, sexy blue eyes in stark contrast, her mind absolutely vacant, “listen to me… you are asleep… close your eyes… you are asleep… my voice compels you… you will obey… after the show you will seek me out backstage to complain about my hypnotic power… you don’t believe I hypnotised anybody… especially you… and you will want me to prove to you I can do it… you will be exceptionally susceptible… and will quickly fall asleep… you will obey!” She mumbled, “Yes, asleep, quickly, obey.” Zelmann, “Are you alone?” Her reply, “Yes, on my own.” The Professor thought how wonderful. “Watch the race.” He moved his attention to the original object of his desire in this row, a chestnut filly of around thirty five, about 5′ 7″, also dressed to thrill, slim taut and terrific. “Go to sleep, my dear, listen to my voice and obey me.” Her eyes fluttered closed, Zelmann’s cock gave a twitch, he loved fluttering eyelids. “You will come backstage after the show. You will have no idea why you have come, but you can’t help it, it is a must. As soon as everyone starts moving to leave your legs will obey me, and they will take you to my dressing room. You will ask for directions even though you can’t work out why you are doing it… you do not believe you have been hypnotised… you do not think I could hypnotise you if I tried… you will want me to try… you will obey. Are you here with anyone else?” She spoke in monotone, “No, by myself.” Zelmann added, “Excellent, come to me after the show, I command you. Watch the race.”
Zelmann returned to the stage, and noted the odd runner dropping to the floor to avoid the wrecking ball, and proceeded to round up the race and declare a winner. He made everyone go deeper to sleep and returned them to their seats. He performed a few more amazing stunts before he returned everyone in the theatre to their deepest trances. He finished up with, “And so, ladies and gentlemen, it seems quite apparent to me that I can make anyone do anything, wouldn’t you agree.” Nearly three hundred hypnotised voices shouted and cheered their ascension, and he concluded his act, “Listen to my voice… you have just watched the best show you have ever seen, you can’t believe just how good it was… you will want to see my show again as soon as possible… buy my DVD… you will love it and love each other… and you will all love each other deeply… and you will care for each other… love makes life worth living… you do not believe you were hypnotised… no matter what anyone tells you… you were not hypnotised… but you will obey your hypnotic compulsions… thank you, and have a very good night. When I count to five anyone who may have felt the influence will be wide awake with no memory of the trance. 1... 2… 3… 4… 5.” Phooompf! After a flash the stage was empty, and the audience was clapping and cheering hysterically, the best show they had ever seen. Slowly the cacophony died down and people began wending their way past the flip up seats and down the aisles, although should anyone have noticed there were three rather beautiful women with confused looks on their faces seemingly going the other way.
“Hey, Tim, thank you so very much, I can’t believe how good that was,” beamed Sue, clearly truly impressed and thoroughly grateful to Tim for shouting them all a seat. “You are absolutely welcome, come on through to the auditorium for a drink.” All the nine made their way to the auditorium bar, and Cherie jumped for joy as she spied Cassandra sitting at the bar as patrons gathered for after show drinks. “Cassandra, sweetie, I wasn’t sure we’d see you. This is great. Let me see, who haven’t you met yet. This is Angie, and Sandi and Claire, this is Meggs, and Sue. Everyone, this gorgeous creature is Cassandra, Professor Zelmann’s new girlfriend, and in her handbag I’m sure you will find his heart, ‘cos I know he’s given it to her.” Naughty Cassandra gave naughty Connie a wink and a smile as she caught sight of groaning Tim, seems teasing was as far as she got, he was still sporting a throbbing erection. Tim and Connie came up to Cassandra and gave her a hug, Connie asking, “Has the Professor hypnotised you again yet? You’d loved seeing that didn’t you Tim, Cassandra in deep hypnosis.” Tim felt unusually helpless, he couldn’t shuck this boner, and it was tingling so, it was a continuously wonderfully intense feeling, but it was a little embarrassing, he couldn’t hide it. Cassandra secretly dropped her hand to it and rubbed erotically while answering Connie, “Oh Connie, I want it so much, deep, deep hypnosis, deeply under his power, made to obey. You lucky girl, I was so aroused when I knew you went into a deep hypnotic trance with him. I still can’t remember the things he made me do while he had me… deeply hypnotised.” Her rubbing got softer and softer, denying Tim a release (and an embarrassing dry cleaning bill), and Connie and Cassandra both got a rush from teasing him. Jane strode in to the party and greeted Cherie with a friendly kiss, and Cherie suddenly realised Jane had not yet met Cassandra. “Bloody hell, how silly of me, Cassandra this is Jane, the Professor helped Jane just the other day, Jane this is the Professor’s love and desire, Cassandra Levin.”
“It’s great to meet you, Cassandra, I keep hearing such wonderful things about you, and judging by how beautiful you are I expect all the rest of it must also be true.” Jane gushed. “Thank you so much, from you, that really is a compliment. How did Arty help you?” As Cassandra looked this stunning example of womanhood up and down a little, she was curious. Jane gave her a short version of the events, and Cassandra consoled her with, “Oh dear, that must have been awful.” And in return Jane said, “If the Professor hadn’t helped it might have been a worry, but now it’s brilliant. I get to remember her putting me into a trance and tickling my feet, and how incredibly sexy it made me feel, I love it.” Tim was within earshot, Jane hypnotised, tickling feet, oh groan. Jane went on “I really wanted to invite you and Professor Zelmann over for dinner, before he leaves.” Jane added. Cherie piped up, “You’ll be sorry for the rest of your life if you pass up an invitation like that, Jane’s cooking is simply the best there is.” Cassandra was impressed, “As long as Arty says yes you can count me in. He’ll be here soon, you can ask him.”
George performed the after show routine of politely advising the Professor there were some after effects of the show, bringing three women to the door, complete with ‘those eyes’ as George referred to them. Zelmann greeted George with his typically enthusiastic verve, “George, old man, I want to express my most sincere thanks for your inspirational stage work this evening, in fact, every evening. Your efforts are a credit to you and this theatre. Now, dear chap, please show the fortunate ladies in.” George ushered in the hypnotically affected women as he mumbled his thanks, secretly glowing with pride at the Professor’s compliments. “Ah, my dear girls, please come this way and allow me to alleviate your confusion, help you to adopt a more… relaxed… perspective.” He guided them to the seats at his table, and he took the forth seat. “Now, in order to assist you in some way that will be of benefit to you, I will ask each of you, one at a time, to give me a short explanation of what brings you to me this evening. Please, tell me your name, dear beautiful girl.” He looked toward the raven haired beauty, her eyes displayed confusion, but were less influenced that the other two, might be a good idea to let them watch as he hypnotised her first.
Her eyes softened a little at his flattery, “My name is Faith, and I simply don’t understand why I came here at all. I know I wasn’t hypnotised, I’ve never been hypnotised in my life, but I felt I should make an attempt to tell you that you didn’t hypnotise anybody, it was all a fake. I came to complain, yeah, that’s it, I came to complain.”
There was a stirring in the eyes of the other two, but Zelmann was not fazed, “Ah, my sweet child, I am so happy that you came to me personally to complain, I have no doubt that I can show you the way hypnosis works, and how it may be you felt no one was deeply hypnotised… the state of memory is often a confused one… with some events that are witnessed being repressed… and others being created by mere suggestion… you see hypnosis is suggestion… I guide my subjects to experience imaginary events by use of suggestion… I ask you to look into my eyes… and I ask you to imagine… it isn’t as if… my eyes have strong hypnotic power… or that… as you look into my eyes you will be hypnotised… your imagination does most of the work… it is easy to just… look deeply into my eyes… and shut out the rest of the world… but it is your imagination that responds by… getting sleepier and sleepier… drowsier and drowsier… and as your eyes get heavy… they naturally want to close… it only makes sense… as you look into my eyes your eyes will feel tired… will want to blink… my strange hypnotic power isn’t really the question here… your eyes will close because I say so… because I am suggesting it… I am suggesting that your eyes are so heavy and tired that you simply cannot keep them open… and your imagination agrees… and so your eyes close… feel them… so heavy… let them close.” Zelmann even impressed himself from time to time, as all three babes sat with their eyes closed waiting for deepening suggestions. “Place your hands upon the table, flat on the table… concentrate on your fingers… hold them still… your finger are getting fidgety… try to hold them still… you can feel a pulsing in your fingers… they are starting to lift… you fingers are lifting from the table… and you sense your hands are magnetic… the palms of your hands are powerfully magnetic… and as your fingers lift from the table you can feel your palms being attracted to one another… your hands are pulling toward each other… coming together…”
As he suggested their fingers were fidgety none of the girls could hold them still, and they rose easily. Then the magnetic suggestions quickly made their hands start moving together, palm to palm, and as they touched their fingers automatically interlocked. “As your palms touch and your fingers align they are pressing together… tighter and tighter… and your fingers are meshing… interlocking tighter and tighter… and now you cannot separate your hands at all… you are asleep… and you are under my power… you cannot separate your hands and you are going deeper and deeper to sleep… deeper and deeper under my power… deeper under the influence of my will… now you can only obey. Tell me you will obey me.” Three pairs of hands with knuckles going white as they strained to pull them apart, twisting and knitting their brows as the look of concentration over their predicament befuddled them.
“I will obey.” All three women said it, although not in unison, but you try writing overlapping incantations of deep hypnotic thralls. “My power commands and controls you… I am making you go deeper and deeper into my influence every second… and you love it… I have captured your will and you can’t get enough of it… I am making your pussy hot… you want me to make you obey… you want me to control you… it is your sexual fantasy… your deepest desire… you are falling in love with me… you want and need me in your life… you will obey. Say it again.” This time it happened, “I will obey,” all as one. “Raise your hand if you live alone.” Rachel’s hand was first up, but all three responded. He touched her shoulder and asked her name, and then said to her, “Exquisitely beautiful Rachel, you would like me to come to your house for lunch, tomorrow, you want desperately to see me again, and you also want desperately to see these lovely new friends again, you are in love with each other now… you are in love with each other now and forever… you will obey… you will invite all of us to your house for lunch… you want to see us tomorrow… darling Faith… you must accept the invitation… you are so close to the other two… you want nothing but fun and enjoyment with your new friends… now my precious girl, what is your name?”
The third woman was all aglow, “My name is Tracey.”
“Ah, so delicious, all three, you are amongst the most beautiful and delightful women I have ever met. When you awake you will self-consciously notice my cock… you can’t help it… you will always notice my cock… it arouses you… my cock stimulates your sex… my cock makes you fantasise… my cock fires your lust… in a moment I will awaken you… you have each learned such wonderful things about hypnosis, and it makes you feel so special… you are glad you came to see me… you are so very happy you have met me… you want us all to get together at Rachel’s house tomorrow for lunch… you will obey… you enjoyed the show and you were never hypnotised… you are very confident you can’t be hypnotised… but I can hypnotise you easily and deeply, and your subconscious mind will be eager for it to happen… you will be wide awake and very sexually aroused at the count of five. 1… 2... 3… 4… 5. And so, basically, that is how hypnosis works, so they weren’t actually pretending, just imagining, do you see.” By this stage all eyes were open and interested in the conversation, imagining they knew all about it, and a few knowing looks and nods in each other’s direction confirmed their understanding. Rachel wasted no time in offering the invitation, and they all readily accepted, although Tracey had to make a cancellation, but that would be fine. Zelmann got the address from Rachel, and the others scribbled it down too, and then he bid them farewell until tomorrow lunch, and the women all chatted and laughed as they became the very best of friends while they were leaving the theatre. Zelmann headed for the auditorium bar to where his current tribe was hanging out, and marked his arrival with a bow, and the whole auditorium gave him a rousing round of applause (what a ham).
He strode up to the gang, and Cherie asked him what he would like to drink, ordering him a small Cognac while he moved close to Cassandra and softly held her in his arms, passionately kissing her for a minute. As he surfaced he faced the others, trying to slow down their effusive congratulations and plaudits for his performance, and individually focussing his attention. Sue and Meggs were lining up to thank him for a brilliant show, Meggs in particular was thrilled at watching various people falling helplessly under his spell. Angie and Claire were toasting his talent, holding their glasses to him and chinking, and Jane took her opportunity to ask, “Dear Professor, I want to invite Cassandra and yourself to dinner with Cherie and I tomorrow night, if it would please you.”
“Dear, sweet Jane, how could I refuse such a charming invitation, you know how much I have come to love you, I would adore to sample your cooking. Cassandra, is it favourable to you?” The Professor asked courteously. “I already told Jane we would if you were agreeable, my darling, I think it will be wonderful.” Cassandra replied.
Jane’s eyes were joyous, “I’ll expect you at six o’clock, then.” And Cassandra and Zelmann smiled appreciatively.
“Tim, you old rascal, what of you. Did you enjoy watching the beautiful women being deeply hypnotised tonight. I fancy it purely delights you when you watch as I put helpless women into a trance.” As the Professor badgered poor Tim, Cassandra and Connie were tickled to pieces seeing his ecstatic agony trying to control his aching cock. If only they actually knew, with the electricity thrilling his glans right now he could go off at any second. As Cherie involved Cassandra in conversation with Jane, Zelmann took the opportunity to capture Connie’s gaze, and he lit up the flames, “Dear Connie, during the marathon there were many who enjoyed the compulsion to… obey my will… and were thrilled to… do as I say… with no after knowledge of the events… take Tim’s handkerchief… reach into his trousers… make him cum discreetly… and all were happy.” Connie turned to Tim and reached for his handkerchief, and Tim immediately recognised the look in her eyes, and groaned again, but then her hand was in through his zip, and with a rapid and well covered motion while facing the bar, brought him to a shuddering climax into his handkerchief, wiping him clean and replacing it in his pocket. Cherie caught sight of the event, but she just giggled and kept it to herself.
Professor Zelmann made sure to speak individually to each of his nine friends before the evening was over, and he made sure they were all looking forward to his company in the future. And as the witching hour approached there were murmurings of slipping off to deliver friends home, bidding each other farewell, and soon the crowd was diminished to Connie, Tim and Cherie talking to Cassandra and Zelmann. Cherie asked, “So when will you be leaving, Professor, and more importantly, when will you be coming back?”
Professor Zelmann replied, “We’ve decided to make our way next Monday afternoon, after the last show next Saturday. We look forward to saying a last goodbye to our friends on Sunday and then getting our minds into the travel mode on Monday morning. As for our return, that is hard to speculate. I have some further interest thanks to dear Tim’s grapevine, two other promoters are talking to me, and it may involve a longer travelling stint than I had envisaged. But rest assured, I will keep in touch and let you know if we can get free between gigs, for instance, and drop back to see you for a couple of days.”
Connie added, “Don’t forget, just let us know you’re coming and we’ll have a bed ready.”
“We will do exactly that, and we are already looking forward to it. By the way, we haven’t gone yet, still a week to go, you know.” Professor Zelmann was hugging Cherie at this point, with Connie going next and Tim and Cassandra sharing an intimate squeeze. Cassandra whispered into his ear, “You know he will try to hypnotise me again, probably make me have sex with him, make me obey. I might ask him to make a hypnotic video for you to use on Connie, so you can make Connie your hypnotic slave, I know she would love that. Imagine, Zelmann hypnotising Connie for you to fuck.” She nibbled his ear before letting him go, slyly checking out his new erection as they separated. Cassandra hugged Connie and Cherie, and they were all saying their goodnights.
During the drive home Cherie and Connie were chatting away merrily about the events of the day, the Professor hypnotising Connie, the wonderful feeling as she slipped into his trance. Cherie was musing about the feeling of losing control, asking Connie to describe the actual process of going under, but Connie could only say it was a sexual thing, her pussy was deliriously tingling as her mind slipped away, the slow darkness enfolding over her adding to the zing. Poor Tim found his cock was hurting now, rock hard all evening, and still twitching and throbbing as they spoke. “Don’t worry, my darling, we’re nearly home. I’ve got somewhere nice that you can put that.” Connie further contributed to his agony by feather touching his glans, making maddening little circles around it through his trousers, again. Both girls chuckled at his obvious discomfort, but safe to say, he and Connie had great sex Saturday night.