Hypnotist at the Bijou
Part 18
On Monday afternoon Tracey was at home feeling miserable. She and Jim had not spoken since Saturday, and she found a note stuck on her fridge door last night saying he would drop in today to talk. He was just turning up as Tracey had decided to phone him, stopping her from dialling as she caught sight of him striding up the drive. Jim had wanted to have words with Tracey about their outing to the museum on Sunday, and now one thing led to another and Tracey was soon crying. Jim said Alan was right, and that she wasn’t worth the hassle, and Tracey collapsed on the sofa sobbing bitterly. Jim began to feel a little uneasy at the malevolence of his attack, but Alan had said that women always did this sort of shit to manipulate blokes. Alan was the mate that Tracey told the Professor about, the one trying to turn Jim against her. Tracey said, between racks of sobbing, “I really love you, Jim. The lunch with the girls and the Professor yesterday was a once in a lifetime chance, I couldn’t miss it. I thought you would understand.”
Jim considered this for a moment, and relented. He did like Tracey after all was said and done, and they got on well most of the time. But like Alan said, women are always making blokes take the blame for things going wrong, and he was damned if he would let her off that easily. “What were you saying about tonight, why do you want to see him again?”
Tracey tried to compose herself (a little violin concerto would have been nice, Author), working out how to put the Professor’s plan into action. “Well, when we saw his act, I thought everything was fine. But last night, and again this morning I found myself doing things sort of without thinking, automatically. I might be wrong, but I am worried I might have been inadvertently hypnotised. I said it to him yesterday, and he told me that if I can come backstage after his show tonight, he can hypnotise me and sort it out, if I want to. I want to find out, but I’m a little scared.”
Jim was straight onto the front foot, “You’re not going to see him by yourself, I’m going to come with you, is that clear?”
Tracey secretly glowed inside, the Professor was right, he still loved her. “Thank you Jim, I feel so much better knowing you will be there with me. He said it will be no big deal, and he hoped you would be able to be there for me.”
“Well, someone’s got to make sure he doesn’t try anything with you, if he hypnotises you he could try to make you his sex slave.” Jim was showing rather more concern than he would have wanted to, much to Tracey’s delight. That sex slave comment made her pussy warm, but she didn’t want to give that away just yet. He went on to say, “Okay, I’ll come back and pick you up around eight thirty tonight, then we can go to the theatre. I need to get back to work, now, I’ve still got a half a dozen more drop offs.”
Tracey saw him to the door, “Okay, I’ll see you tonight.” As he walked off down the drive she was thinking how great it would be if this worked, the Professor was right so far, he did want to protect her. And this was the first time in a long time he had shown her affection. ‘I wonder what Professor Zelmann is going to do’ she thought, already indulging crazy fantasies of him making Jim her slave. Oh what fun this could be.
Tim could hardly wait to get home, toying with the DVD as he waited for Connie and Cherie to pick him up from work. As it was, they were only minutes away, and Louis was clocking in to look after things for the evening performance. Tim was thinking about making Connie do an erotic dance for him, maybe getting her to dress up in a uniform, perhaps a nurse. Oh, no, not again, throbbing erection. Try to think about Aunty Jess, when she hadn’t shaved, ahh, that worked. Here they are, gather up my things, DVD in my jacket pocket, yo ho ho, it’s off to home we go (Tim’s mind worked in mysterious ways, sometimes it was better not to leave him alone for too long). Tim got Cherie into a conversation about the progress of the office refurbishment, and Cherie was in her element, telling him about all the new conveniences that will be at her disposal. She never guessed for a moment he was trying to prevent her from making his cock hard again. Sneaky sod.
As Tim, Connie and Cherie arrived home, there was Connie’s boss waiting at the front door with a lap top and brief case. Connie skipped up the drive to relieve him of some of the burden, and invited him to come in. As Cherie and Tim caught up her boss told Connie that he needed to get home to the missus or she’d have his head, then Connie asked how long he had been waiting, and he said that he hadn’t. “It was as if you heard the doorbell, I pressed it and there you were, turning in off the road into the drive. Now that’s service! Don’t bust a gut, it’s only the same thing as last week, it will just be nice to keep things in order. I’ll pop by in the morning and copy the files you update, and transfer them to the computer at work. See you then.” And he was moseying off down the drive, waving as he went.
Connie was an expert at this sort of thing, spreadsheet and inventory were second nature to her. It would take concentration and quiet, though, and so Tim offered to make dinner, and Cherie became his assistant. With Connie tucked away in the den, Cherie experienced a moment of sheer evil. As she and Tim were busying themselves around the kitchen, Cherie began to describe how Zelmann turned her on when he was hypnotising Cassandra on Saturday, and how good it must have been as Connie was slipping under his power, too. Tim was momentarily mortified, his cock was uncontrollable, and Cherie kept squeezing past him to get the ingredients she needed, and then sliding past him again as she put them away. He knew she knew, he thought she did it on purpose (really?), and then she corralled him up against the fridge door, and just stood there stroking his cock blatantly, smiling like a Cheshire Cat. He looked briefly into her eyes, and got all trembly, and Cherie lost it, and rubbed seriously, and his bolt was shot. For an instant Cherie was horrified at what she had done, but Tim’s idiot grin soon comforted her, he pecked her on the cheek and said, “That does it, you should do the laundry this week.”
Tim was serving a glass of wine for them each, and Cherie slipped into the den to see if Connie could break for dinner, and Connie was on her way out as she approached. “Heck, Connie, I do hope you will forgive me, I did it again. Tim makes me do silly things, I can’t seem to help myself sometimes. I made him cum in his pants in the kitchen. I didn’t really mean to do it, I got so carried away. My idiot mind was reliving Saturday morning and he got stiff, and I sort of rubbed it. Oh bugger, I’m so sorry.”
Connie smiled widely, “And what did he say?”
“That I had to do the laundry this week.” Cherie shyly replied. Connie was nearly hysterical with laughter, and as they entered the dining room, Tim clearly knew what was going on.
“So at least you told her, then. You little devil, I’ve never been so happy in all my life. I doubt that I could handle this for more than a couple of weeks, though. You are draining my energy through my dick, and I need replenishment. Give me a hug.” Tim beamed, and interestingly both girls responded, and they shared a group (grope?) hug. Connie’s pussy was dancing and singing in its own way, lighting her fires for a little later on, perhaps.
After the lights and music died down, and the audience were filing out of the theatre, everyone to a man was talking about what a fantastic show they had just seen, and a couple of lost souls were furtively wandering through the backstage corridors. George spotted them and knew immediately they were looking for Zelmann, who else, and he took them under his wing and brought them towards Professor Zelmann’s dressing room. As he approached the doorway, the Professor was heading out. Catching sight of George he beckoned, “George, dear chap, I wanted to see you, who do we have here?”
George politely answered, “I found these young people wandering around the corridors, think they might be looking for you. You wanted to see me?”
As they came forward the Professor could see Tracey from behind the man he guessed would be Jim, her boyfriend. “Oh wonderful, Tracey, I am so pleased to see you. Is this fine gentleman Jim? Please go through to my room.”
Tracey and Jim shuffled past George and into the dressing room, thanking George as they went, and the Professor thanked him as well, then he added, “George old chap, I have had a valuable artefact stolen, my ancient hypnotic pocket watch is missing from its drawer. Can you please have a look and maybe a word amongst the staff, to see if anyone may have seen it? You really are a splendid fellow.” George was assuring the Professor he would get to the bottom of it, and telling him he ought to see the police in the morning. The Professor returned to his room and attended to his guests.
Tracey was answering his earlier question, “Yes, this is my boyfriend, he came with me to look after me.”
The Professor led the couple to seats at his table, and gestured for them to sit down. “Now, Tracey, dear girl, you said to me that you feared you may have been hypnotised at one of my shows, can you tell me what makes you think that?”
Tracey felt a little on the spot, she didn’t really think that at all, this was a ruse to encourage Jim here, but she figured she needed to keep up the act until things were smooth. “Well, Mr Zelmann, I keep finding myself spacing out, and discovering I have done things and not been aware of them for several minutes, then I can’t remember what I’ve done.”
Professor Zelmann studied her closely, “I see, I must say there are a few signs that you might be right, and what you describe is entirely fitting with what one would expect might happen after a hypnotic trance. If you are willing, and if Jim is agreeable, I can hypnotise you now and get to the bottom of it. If I may, though, it is not mister, but Professor, and will that be alright?” He gazed at Jim and began to stoke the rim of fire in his eyes.
Jim found himself a little at sea, a drifty floaty thing seemed to be carrying his mind, and he happily agreed. He was already thinking this dude was a nice guy, and it was kind of nice looking him straight in the eye. Jim spoke, “I came here to make sure nothing bad happens to Tracey, you understand, I don’t expect you will hurt her, but I wanted her to be safe.” He had asserted himself, even if he felt a little unsure of his machismo, and the floaty thing was getting really intense and quite nice.
“You are quite right to do so, I am very impressed. You are clearly a man of action, strong and decisive, able to look me in the eye and state your point of view, look me in the eyes and maintain a confident and relaxed manner, look into my eyes and feel relaxed… you are able to feel relaxed as you look deeper and deeper into my eyes… that’s right… look deeper and deeper into my eyes.” As Jim had offered his protection of Tracey, the Professor was turning up the power of his gaze, and Jim was responding brilliantly. Jim could not tear his gaze away from the Professor’s eyes now, and the drifty thing was getting swimmy, and warm and comfortable. His words were miles away, but they sounded clever and good, so Jim listened.
“The mind is a very important part of us all, and it takes a great deal of strength to be safeguarding of a loved one. Your strength is important to Tracey, that is why she loves being with you, and your mind is the source of that strength. But strength requires effort, and your effort is making you tired… too tired to maintain it for long… as you look into my eyes you become even more tired… and your eyelids are growing heavy… as you listen to my voice you are finding it hard to keep your eyes open… you are drowsy… and your eyes are tired… you want to close your heavy eyes and go to sleep… listen to me speaking as you relax even deeper… and go to sleep… go into a deep, deep, sleep.” Professor Zelmann turned his fire up and Jim was slipping gently away, and Tracey’s eyes grew sleepy at the sound of his voice, and she slipped away as well, all the while feeling more and more sexually aroused as Jim went under.
Zelmann continued, “Jim, in a moment I will put your beloved Tracey into a hypnotic trance for you, and you will see her properly for the first time. As I hypnotise her it will excite you and arouse you, your cock becoming ever stiffer and stiffer, and when she is in a trance, you will be near cumming. You will desire to see me hypnotise her over and over again, and when you see her in this state it will burn its way into your subconscious mind, and your love for her will be a hundred times greater. You realise now that I am your friend, and you are my friend, and you love Tracey deeply, and Tracey loves you deeply. At the count of three, your eyes will open, you will go ten times deeper into hypnosis, but you will think you are awake, your personality will be present and waiting for the hypnotism to take place. 1… 2… 3.” As he counted they both opened their eyes and watched him.
“Alright Jim, this will show you what I mean about the importance of the mind. Tracey, sweet girl, look into my eyes… look very deeply into my eyes… you cannot look away… you cannot resist my power… look deeply into my eyes.” The Professor intoned. Tracey looked exactly like a deer in the headlights, her eyes wide and staring, her pupils dilated and glowing. Jim felt his cock swelling significantly, the head tingling sweetly. His hypnotised mind saw the girl of his dreams being erotically subdued, and his lust was growing. He took notice of her eyelids straining heavily in an attempt to remain open, and the look of vulnerability as she succumbed to his words. She tried in vain to open her eyes at the suggestion of the master hypnotist, and Jim’s cock was straining at the picture of loveliness. “Relax, Tracey, you cannot resist me, you are under my power, and you will obey. Jim’s cock is needing your skills to bring him the joy he knows that only you can bring. In a moment I will make him give his cock to you to pleasure, and you will give him an erotic workout to remember for life. Jim, your hands are moving to release your organ, its engorged head is thrilling and tingling beyond any previous experience. Take your cock out and show it to your darling Tracey, she wants it. Tracey wants to see your cock Jim, and you must show it to her.”
Jim did not question anything the Professor was saying, his will not being present at the time. His cock was stinging with pleasure, almost unbearably enjoyable, and his hand was gingerly holding its shaft so as not to endanger its explosion. “Tracey, open your eyes now and go even deeper under my power. Look at Jim’s cock, have you ever seen such a fine weapon. It is getting more and more aroused in your presence, I believe it is entirely your doing that makes Jim’s cock so perilously close to shooting off. If you should sit there looking so pretty I am sure Jim will squirt on himself with desire. Use your hands to convey extra pleasure to his throbbing tool, but be sure not to make him lose control. That belongs in your heaving pussy where your juices are weeping passionately, awaiting his amorous desires.” The Professor had worked them both into a state of erotic bliss, juices emerging from both of their sex organs as they trembled with delight.
Tracey slowly stroked Jim’s cock, grazing the glans and sharing the lubrication along his entire shaft. Jim was frozen, the zinging feelings sending him near hysterical inside. Professor Zelmann whispered in Tracey’s ear, then she looked straight into Jim’s eyes and commanded, “I am yours… and you are mine… I am yours… and you are mine… say it Jim!”
Jim could not stop himself, “I am yours… and you are mine… I am yours… and you are mine.” He heard it over in his head, and it just sounded right, in fact, it sounded great. He loved it, and he loved Tracey, and he still couldn’t move for fear of cumming into nothing. Tracey stood up and released his cock while she lowered her knickers. She then reached for his hand and took it in hers, and led him over to the massage table. The Professor went with them and ensured she was comfortably arranged on the table, then he whispered to Jim. Jim got up onto the table and inserted his cock into Tracey, and they began the horizontal tango whilst the sweet bliss took both of their minds over.
The Professor kept up a gentle accompaniment of erotic intonations, and the height of their arousal sent them both off the planet (in their imaginations, you know the sort of thing. Wouldn’t want you to confuse it with teleportation or anything, Author). Professor Zelmann then did a countdown to orgasm, and spurred them on to greater expressions of sexual gratification with his suggestions, keeping them both in climactic peak for over a minute. And as they came down to earth, regaining their pulse and blood pressure to near normal, the Professor kept up the suggestions of eternal love and desire, pitching the masculine role to Jim, and the desire to rid himself of destructive friendships, and the encouragement of supportive groups and friends. And to Tracey he suggested the feminine role, of desire and support for her man, of gentle persuasion of her point of view while recognising his independent will, getting her point across without challenging his manhood. The afterglow was the perfect time to implant such order, and they both adopted his will completely.
Professor Zelmann organised warm clean face washers to aid in the tidy up, tending them while they rearranged their demeanour and made themselves entirely presentable again, and then he sat them down at his table once again. “Jim, listen. You just watched me hypnotise your darling, and it was the most erotic and fantastic experience of your life. You can’t believe you had never desired to watch a woman hypnotised before, and now you crave it. But that is all you are aware of, you watched intently as I fixed Tracey’s concerns, and now you are happy. Tracey, listen. I just hypnotised you, it made your pussy tingle, it always makes your sweet pussy tingle, but that is all that happened. You know that your relationship with Jim is now everything you would wish it to be, and it will get ever better and better as you grow old together. You will always lust after each other, and you will never want to stray. You are bound together by my hypnotic power and you cannot resist. Other than this, you remember nothing. Wide awake at the count of five, 1… 2… 3… 4… 5. Wide awake now Tracey. There now, that should fix all your problems. What say you, Jim, was that alright?”
“Far out, that was brilliant. I can’t believe how sexy you looked when he zapped you, babe. I might have to see that again.” Jim was effusive, his eyes bright and shining as he looked into Tracey’s eyes. Tracey saw it instantly, the change was palpable. She was welling up inside with gratitude, this genius hypnotist had given her her man back. And she felt great, albeit without quite knowing the entire reason for how she felt. At that moment Jim stood up, and he beckoned Tracey to join him. He tenderly took her into his arms and passionately kissed her and held her tight, and she responded with a sense of bonding that she had dreamt of. The Professor was offering them his best wishes as he herded them out the door, evoking a chuckle from Tracey, as she realised how late is was getting. Arm in arm they strolled down the corridor and off into the night.
Standing and waiting in the corridor, Cassandra could only stare in wonder, “I might have known, you’ve done it again, haven’t you?”
“My darling girl, done what?” Zelmann replied, eyes wide in naiveté.
“You should have been a marriage councillor, you sexy rascal, come here and give me a kiss.” And she was right of course, he had done it again. Cassandra and the Professor headed for the hotel, and she couldn’t wait to get there, and he couldn’t wait to get there, and they nearly didn’t wait to get there, stopping several times to pash the socks off each other (luckily they were wearing lots of socks, not!).
Cherie had decided to go to bed before Connie and Tim, he was wickedly thinking he might go in to work a little later in the morning. Wickedly, because he couldn’t get the DVD out of his mind. He said to Connie, “Hey sweetie, how would you like to watch this. It is a DVD the Professor made for us to watch while he was away, to keep his friendship fresh, he said.”
Connie lit up like a Christmas tree, “Go on then, what are you waiting for?”
Tim pushed the play button, he had already loaded it and got it ready to start, and on came Zelmann. “Dear Tim and Connie, I do hope our friendship is a mutual one, I love you two dearly. And my darling Cassandra does equally. I have here an induction of my sweet that I hope will amuse you as much as it delights me to do it. Watch carefully.” At this point the screen fades to black, and slowly emerges to reveal Cassandra staring at the camera. As the picture resolves it becomes apparent that she is actually looking at the ‘moonbeam’ which is between her limpid gaze and the camera, in full view of the onlookers. Connie was excited, concentrating on Cassandra and not really paying any attention to the irresistible device. Tim was stoked, his cock was already stiffening as he fantasised about Cassandra being under his power.
As the induction progressed Connie’s eyes grew heavier and heavier, and Tim was struggling to keep his eyes open. The Professor seemed to be taking an eternity to put Cassandra under, and Connie found her eyes closing as the dreamy suggestions insidiously sank deeper and deeper into her mind. She fought them open, dragging them half way, and continuing to watch from under the droopy lids. “As you listen to my voice you become so sleepy… so very sleepy… so very, very tired and sleepy… sleepy and drowsy… your eyelids are heavy… so tired and heavy… heavier and heavier… you want to close your heavy eyes and got to sleep… even when you try to keep your eyes open they are slowly closing… you want them to close… you desperately want to go to sleep.” Cassandra for her part was lowering her eyelids seductively, and then fighting them open again, a little less each time. Connie was hearing only the Professor’s voice by this time, and her eyes were finally closed, unable to be reopened. Tim’s cock was rigid, throbbing, hurting. But his eyes too were letting go while in the background they both could hear, “Sleep… sleep… sleep. You are now asleep. You are now asleep. Open your eyes and look at the screen, obey me… look at me.” Zelmann’s voice had become powerful and authoritative, Tim and Connie’s eyes shot open and they stared blankly at the television.
Professor Zelmann started his instruction, “Tim and Connie… you are both my deep hypnotic slaves… you are powerless to resist me… I am in command of your minds… and you love it… and you wouldn’t have it any other way… you are under my spell and you adore me… you are required to play this DVD often… and every time you do it will put you in to a deeper and deeper trance… you are easier and easier for me to hypnotise every day… and I will take great pleasure in robbing you of your will frequently… and you will take great pleasure in obeying me… Connie… if you feel confident to be a hypnotist you may listen to what I say to Tim and understand the words to include you too… if you need a little more time to become knowledgeable then you will now go deeply to sleep and ignore everything I say to Tim… Now Tim… You are the world’s second most powerful hypnotist… you are going to hypnotise your partner for her pleasure and your own… you will own her mind for a short while and you will make her cum exquisitely… and in so doing you will become so excited that your orgasm will be the best you have ever experienced… don’t be shy to give her powerful hypnotic instructions… she is intelligent and will be able to sort out any unfortunate phrases… be assertive… she wants to be forced to do things for you… it makes her pussy wet… just one reminder… always, do no harm… love her and she will always love you… now listen both of you… Tim and Connie… when you are being hypnotised you will obey, there is no choice for you… you are completely under my power and I have given that power to you… If you were listening… you are a hypnotist… if not… you will in time… but when being hypnotised by Zelmann, Connie or Tim, and only these three… you are powerless, helpless, you will fall into a trance at their command. By the way… Connie… your pussy is on fire with sexual heat… your lust is overwhelming you now… and only Tim can put out the fire… Tim… take care of your lover. At the count of five you will wake up, remembering the DVD and not being able to do anything about it but obey me. 1… 2… 3… 4… 5. My darling friends, get to it, have mind blowing sex… NOW!”
It was a little like telling a dog to chase a cat, a mouse to eat the grain, or a kid to pick his nose (ee-yew). But the two little soldiers hurried to the bedroom and went at it like rabbits, and when the inevitable explosion occurred it was incredible, even better than before. The holding and melting moments that followed led to another of those deep and blissful sleeps that almost warranted a post mortem, until the warm morning light and even warmer cheer of one pretty sister brought them back to reality. “Coffee’s up, you naughty little bunnies,” Cherie was cooing, and she sat waiting for them in the dining room. As Connie and Tim entered, a sheepish grin on their faces, their expressions conveyed the question. Cherie was amused, “No, I didn’t leave my room, I couldn’t help but hear you two in yours, though. Have you been taking vitamins?”
Connie blushed, “Well sort of, I guess, verbal vitamins. The Professor gave us a DVD to remember him when he goes away, and it kind of puts us in the mood, you might say.”
“Oh gorgeous, can I see it?” Cherie was champing at the bit.
“Erm, no, I am afraid you will have to wait for your own. The Professor said we will all get one, the nine from Saturday’s show. Each one is specific. I can’t tell you what is in it, yours may be different to ours. Take heart, you’ll get it soon enough.” Tim tried to console a now crestfallen Cherie, but she soon cheered up when Connie suggested a picnic for today. Now that was just the ticket, a picnic up by the old stomping ground in the nearby hills, brilliant.
As Tim readied himself to head off for work, Connie’s boss rappity tapped on the door, ignoring the doorbell entirely. Connie answered the door and saw him standing there and handed over the USB memory stick for him to update the work files with. He was pleased she had made the effort, although he always knew he could count on Connie to make the place run like clockwork. “I’ll bring you any order or stores information tonight, if that’s okay, Connie. About six o’clock, would that be alright?”
Connie told him that would be great, and he might want to keep an eye on the rate at which some of the copper was streaming out of the store, it wasn’t quite tallying with the completed jobs. He thanked her and headed off to the office. Tim squeezed past her a moment later, and squeezed back in again, and then back out again, and then they kissed and Connie fondled his cock through his trousers, and before that got completely out of hand he dragged himself away and made for the SUV to drive to work. Connie was a little trembly, thanks to his touching, but she soon recovered as she waved him goodbye.