Hypnotist at the Bijou
Part 4
The next day Professor Zelmann was skulking about the theatre early, and Tim had the chance to catch up with him. “Hey, Professor, how are you going today?”
“Well. Well, my fine friend Tim, I am just splendid, the better for your asking. I saw you and yours at the show last night, did you and your lovely entourage enjoy yourselves?”
Tim responded, “Mate, you just know we did. That show was awesome, you have an amazing talent and I feel so lucky to have the opportunity to showcase it.”
“I thank you immensely, Tim, this is a great place to perform, tell me, is there something I might do for you?”
“Funny you should mention it, (both laugh) Connie wants to meet you, and she has this afternoon off, and I was wondering, well we were wondering, if there was any chance you might like to talk to her this afternoon?”
“Dear boy, nothing would give me more pleasure. Actually that’s not strictly true, nothing wouldn’t give me more pleasure at all, but I would take the greatest delight in entertaining you and your lovely wife this afternoon, say around two o’clock?”
Tim to Prof, “Two is perfect, but it is only Connie, I’ll introduce you, but then I have to fly, at least, drive quickly. I’ve got some future bookings to secure, and I don’t want to jeopardise them. That’s okay, I hope.”
“Tim, old man, be assured that I will take enormous pleasure in making time for your lovely lady, and will take very good care of her in every way. I promise she will have a marvellous time.”
Tim was filled with gratitude, he had such an enormous admiration and respect for this man, and felt happy to leave Connie in such safe and secure company. After flitting about sorting paperwork and schedules, organising phone calls and meetings, investigating other acts and their appropriateness for his patrons, then dealing with pays and overtime, Tim looked up to see Connie had popped through the door. She had a quizzical expression, and Tim realised he hadn’t rung her to tell her the good news. “Jeez, I’m so sorry babe, I forgot to ring. The Professor would love to talk with you, just not until two o’clock. It’s twelve now so why don’t we get some grub (as opposed to grubs, which are far less appetising). Connie loved Tim, and she easily forgave his oversight, what a man. They went to lunch at a new place further to the south in town, loved the food, raved about the wine, and came back merry and pleased, although Tim had made sure he had less of the wine as he was driving shortly, which of course meant that Connie had more of the wine (you know, two plus two equals, oh never mind).
Just after Professor Zelmann slipped into his dressing room, Tim and Connie arrived, and after briefly introducing his darling wife, Tim slipped out again. The Prof soon put Connie at ease, holding her hand and guiding her to a seat at his table. She blushed and sat down, warming to him instantly. He wasted no time in capturing her attention, “Dear Connie, I am so pleased to have an opportunity to spend time with you, Tim has told me so much about you, he fairly gushes, and it is obvious why. Such a beautiful and delicate flower. Please take heart in the notion that I have promised faithfully to entertain you, thoughtfully and comfortably, and know it is my pleasure to do so.”
‘What a sweet guy,’ Connie was thinking, ‘how good is this?’
“So, is there anything special you would like to discuss, first up?”
“This probably sounds corny, but why don’t you swing a pocket watch to hypnotise people?” Connie queried.
“My Dear, I am wounded, for it is neither corny, nor true. I do swing a pocket watch to hypnotise people, I dare say I would have my hypnotism ticket revoked if I didn’t. But to answer your question appropriately, it is fair to say I have at least a thousand watch induced trances under my belt, by now, and am quite the expert at it. I guess you are referring to the technique I used last night, though, as that is your experience of my performance. I do try to maintain a level of entertainment for my audiences, so no one becomes bored with my show. I hope you were not disappointed with the technique I used.”
Connie was blushing beet red, she was only making conversation, and felt as though she had hurt him. “Oh, please, no, you were awesome, we couldn’t get over how good the show was last night, and I’ve never seen anything like it. I suppose I have a preconception about hypnotism, and it wasn’t what I expected.” Connie stammered.
“Ah, then I am happy that you were pleased. I understand what you are saying though, I would reckon that watching as a hypnotist swings his heavy pocket watch back and forth… back and forth… to and fro… to and fro is what most people think of when they consider what hypnosis is. Relaxing is very important… as the subject watches the watch… just watches the watch… the slow and rhythmical swinging of the heavy pocket watch does help the subject focus her awareness as she just watches it swing… backwards and forwards… to and fro… backwards and forwards… to and fro, and that is what it takes to make a good subject deeply relax… simply watch the watch… and deeply relax.” Naughty Zelmann intoned, clearly influencing Connie’s state of consciousness.
Connie had kind of lost the thread of the conversation for a moment there, as she watched a watch swinging back and forth, to and fro in her imagination. The crafty old hypnotist knew that she would imagine a watch if he suggested it, because she brought it up. She has slipped off the rail now, time to start work. “Have you ever watched carefully as someone has been deeply hypnotised by watching a hypnotic pocket watch?”
“Well, come to think of it, when I was a little girl I remember my dad taking me to a carnival, and a fortune teller was operating out of one of the tents down the back alley. My dad said that it might be fun to have our fortunes told, so I got excited when we went in. The fortune teller was an amazingly beautiful woman; I look back now and realise he may have been there to try to change his fortune; and she had us sit together opposite her at her card table. After she dealt some cards, and read dad’s tea leaves, she said we had something more to reveal. She held up a pocket watch, and swung it back and forth, to and fro… back and forth… to and fro… I remember it was so hard to keep my eyes open… I was getting so very sleepy… she was saying how tired we were… so tired and sleepy. It’s weird I remember that now, I hadn’t thought of that in years. That’s all I do remember though, just getting so sleepy I couldn’t keep my eyes open.”
“Oh, my, dear girl, I hope that wasn’t an unhappy memory for you. I can explore memories for anyone who wishes, but I prefer it if they are happy memories. Think back, and see if it was a happy memory, was your dad happy afterward?”
Connie, eyes softening now, “Yes, he was, come to think of it, he did seem particularly pleased with himself when we left the carnival. I guess he got something he was after.”
“That’s good, so we can explore the image, if you like, that is.”
“Sure, it does bring back some nice feelings, she was such a sweet lady.”
“Okay, picture the watch as she held it out. Did she swing the watch for you to follow… did you follow the watch with your eyes… back and forth… to and fro… back and forth… to and fro?”
“Yes… it was a slow and lazy movement, and I can remember her voice saying this watch has a magical power… it makes you watch as you relax deeper and deeper… just relax deeper and deeper… your eyes are tired… your eyes are heavy… you want to close your eyes… they are so heavy. She had a strong accent, she sounded kind of powerful. I just couldn’t stop my eyes from closing as she spoke. Then I can’t remember anything else until I was walking out of the showgrounds with dad.”
As Connie had been recounting her experience, her eyes had been drooping lower and lower, and the Prof knew she had been deeply affected, and was virtually in hypnosis now. Connie, completely unaware of the implications of revisiting this memory, was closing her eyes and basking in the pleasant and comforting timbre of the hypnotist’s voice. He sounded a long way off, kind of coming from another room. She felt lovely.
“I see now the detail of her induction method, allow yourself to remember the next step in the process, and don’t worry, I will protect you from discomfort or harm. Think back to her words as you felt your eyes begin to close.”
Connie is blatantly sinking deeper into hypnosis as the kindly old hypnotist drones on agreeably. She continues, “Felicia was staring intensely into my eyes while she swung the watch, and I remember the urge to close my eyes was becoming overpowering. Wow, isn’t that something, I remember her name, and the staring. As I got sleepy I couldn’t seem to move or speak, and the staring was so fierce. Ah, that’s right, while the staring was so strong she was saying I was falling… falling… deeper and deeper under her power, and my mind had started slipping away, sort of drifting into dreamy land. Then she said you are now under my power, you will sleep, and you will stay asleep until I command you to wake up. And for who knows how long there was just nothing. Then she woke me up saying I would feel wonderful and happy. And I was, so incredibly happy.”
The Professor was ready to take control of Connie now, so he launched into his patter, “I see she possessed an incredible power, it was clear she could make you… go… deep… into… hypnosis… hypnosis… hypnosis. Yes, from your description I feel you are quite able to… experience… deep … hypnotic… trance… experience… deep … hypnotic… trance. As my words flow over you now your trance is naturally deepening… you are enjoying my voice and my attention… you are in fact not aware that you have slipped easily into hypnosis for me… and you will not remember doing so when I awaken you. As you listen with your deep subconscious mind you realise just how fabulous hypnosis is with me… how simply brilliant it is to experience my powerful trance… and you will discover that you want it more and more and more. After I wake you up your deep subconscious mind will continue to want my hypnosis more and more, and you will actually want to want it more and more every day. It pleases you to be under hypnosis for me… and it pleases you even more to be unaware of my trances when you are awake and normal. Does that make sense to you now?”
“Oh yes, it makes perfect sense, I feel fantastic, so floaty and so dreamy, so delicious.” Connie was positively glowing under the influence of his hypnotic charms.
“That is so wonderful. And seeing as we have only been speaking for a short time, I can put you into another hypnotic trance if you should desire it, and of course, you do desire it, don’t you, my dear?”
“Oh, yes, please!”
“Then I shall set about fulfilling your desires, I shall wake you up, and then I will offer to hypnotise you for the first time. When you wake up there will be no trace of this wonderful trance, and there is no trace of the fabulous trance you achieved for me last night… is that understood, my dear?”
“Yes, I understand, I won’t remember being hypnotised when I wake up.”
Professor Zelmann, master hypnotist, noticed a stirring in his loins. He puts so many beautiful women into hypnosis that the usual responses have been kept under control, but there were things about Connie that were igniting his desire. He was captivated by her beautiful hands, her slender and shapely fingers. He figured that having her deft ministrations on his cock might prove the most satisfying of sexual pursuits, and that would be his aim for this afternoon. “Connie, my dear, as I count from one to five you rise from your deep hypnotic state, greeting the sensational afternoon and my company with added joy and pleasure. 1… 2… 3… 4… 5.”
“However, the pocket watch is an amazingly effective tool for the propagation of hypnosis, so your interest is entirely valid, beautiful lady.”
As she opened her eyes, Connie slipped back into the earlier conversation, discussing why he didn’t use a pocket watch for the stage induction, all memory of the time since then fizzled away. “Well, I must say my admiration for your skill is growing all the time, do you think you could hypnotise me with a pocket watch?”
Zelmann countered with, “Importantly, I would like to know whether you are comfortable with the idea of being hypnotised by me while we are alone. Although I would claim to be a paragon of virtue, you must have some apprehension about being helpless under my power.”
“Don’t be silly, I trust you completely, Tim has told me so many stories about you, I feel I already know you closely. I have no doubt about your chivalry, please, hypnotise me with the pocket watch, I’d love you to.”
There is nothing quite like such a willing and beautiful subject, offering herself up for sacrifice. Zelmann knew this was a precious commodity, and care was needed in making her do things she might find distasteful. Didn’t stop his cock from stiffening like a bar of iron, though. This was a little humorous, he preferred to stand with the pocket watch induction, but not usually a cock stand, because holding the watch up in front of a subject’s eyes can be exhausting from a seating position, but arranging his cock so that it wouldn’t be obvious was going to be difficult. He turned away from her as he rose, and walked to his dresser draws, and opened the top drawer and produced an exquisite timepiece, clearly more than a hundred years old with images of the universe engraved onto its surface. The fine detail was exemplary, on both sides of the case, and its magnificence was hypnotic in itself.
While he was lifting the watch, he was lifting his cock as well, pushing it gingerly to one side in his pants, satisfying himself that it was no longer protuberant, and then returning to the table. “I usually stand for this induction, while my subject makes herself comfortable in a lounge chair, like that one, perhaps?”
Connie was experiencing a little thrill as she pictured the swinging watch in her mind already, and enthusiastically moved to the lounge chair to the other side of the spy hatch. Once she was organised and comfortable, the Professor stepped forward, and brought the watch into view. In lifting her gaze Connie did notice the twitch of a certain member, and she flushed furiously with sexual excitement at the thought that she aroused this incredible gentleman, but then her eyes settled on the motionless watch. As she observed it, the detail captivated her imagination, so pretty, so clever, jeepers, such expert craftsmanship. The professor began to swing it, very slowly, just a small arc, and watched as she focussed on its movement with her eyes. He gradually increased its arc to about twelve inches, ensuring she easily kept up with its tracking.
“Now, dear Connie, focus intently on the watch… watch carefully as the watch swings gently and evenly from side to side… backwards and forwards… to and fro… be sure to keep the watch in sharp focus… watch the watch… only the watch… watch the watch… and breathe deeply and evenly… watch the watch… breathe deeply and evenly… watch the watch… only the watch… you will notice the watch is the only thing you can see clearly now… watch the watch… as everything else fades away into the background… watch the watch… background fading away… watch the watch…”
Once Connie had completely concentrated on the movement of the watch, he brought it a tiny bit closer, lifting it a tiny bit higher in front of her gaze. Without realising it she had to raise her eyes to keep tracking its motion, just a little. His voice was also becoming a tiny bit softer, but a little more forceful.
“ and you will soon notice that the watch fades too… watch the watch… listen to my voice… my voice will guide you… watch the watch… listen to my voice… you see only the watch… you hear only my voice… you are becoming tired… watch the watch… tired… as you try to keep focus on the watch you become tired… watch the watch… tired… as you listen to my voice you will begin to feel tired… watch the watch… listen to my voice… tired… so tired… your eyelids feel heavy… tired… listen to my voice… tired… heavy… watch the watch… tired… heavy… your eyes want to close… listen to my voice… want to close… tired… heavy… want to close…”
Some part of Connie wanted to resist, she thought it was how you were supposed to behave when someone attempted to hypnotise you, and she fought to keep her eyes open as long as possible. But she felt it, the strain, as her eyelids started drooping. She had no idea that the watch was gradually getting closer, and rising higher, and that was why the strain was becoming more pronounced. Connie just knew that her eyelids were indeed getting tired, heavy, and definitely wanting to close.
“As you try to continue watching the watch… watch the watch… the muscles around your eyes are letting go… relaxing… so tired… so heavy… you cannot keep your eyes open because the little muscles are relaxing… letting go… so tired… and now there are hundreds and thousands of nerves and muscles ceasing in their action… letting go… becoming relaxed… deeply relaxed… so tired… my voice guides you… my voice soothes you… my voice relaxes you… deeper and deeper… tired… deeper and deeper… heavy… deeper and deeper… relaxed… deeper and deeper… to sleep… deeper and deeper… to sleep… you want to go to sleep… go to sleep… you must go to sleep… deep, deep sleep… you are so tired… so relaxed… your eyes will not open now… your eyes will stay closed because you are so relaxed… so deeply relaxed… my voice guides you… deeper and deeper relaxed… you can’t open your eyes… my voice says so… even if you try… you can’t open your eyes now… you are asleep… deep asleep.”
She tried so hard, but he was so clever, the nerves and muscles responding to his suggestions. Her effort was huge, but pointless, her eyelids couldn’t respond, the muscles had let go. Once they were closed she relaxed for a moment or two to recover some strength, but that relaxation just continued. Because of his last comments, Connie didn’t need a further invitation to try to open her eyes, but he was right, she lifted her eyebrows in an exaggerated attempt, but they were closed, and staying that way, and Connie was drifting far away as he continued to deepen her trance. He allowed her some quiet time, drifting on her own while he made a full appraisal of her beauty. She was still dressed for work, having come straight here from there, and the Professor thought what a lucky bunch of people worked there. Connie was stunning, and her attire was particularly pleasing to Zelmann. She had on her three inch matt black work pumps, dark blue stockings complete with suspender clasp showing through her lovely pencil skirt, and a sexy light blue blouse, just sheer enough to enable him to make out the cups of her bra, and the stiff nipples protruding through them. Yes, he reminded himself, fingers would have to do it for today.
“Deeper, my dear, don’t fight it now… you are going deeper and deeper into a deep hypnotic trance… you have willingly subjected yourself to my powerful hypnotic technique, and you are now quite under my power… as you slip deeper and deeper into sleep… I wonder if you have noticed just how strange your right arm is feeling where I attached these beautiful red helium filled balloons… these balloons are so big that they are tugging your arm completely up off the chair… and it is getting so light… it rises high up into the air… all by itself… your arm is rising perfectly straight up into the air as the balloons drag it up beyond your capacity to resist.”
Connie’s mind was putty, easy to meld and shape, her arm had rapidly responded to the illusion of helium filled balloons, and in no time it was pointing straight up at the ceiling. He continued, “And your arm is becoming stiff… stiff and rigid… rigid as a bar of steel… rigid as a statue… you cannot bend your arm now… you cannot move your arm… you cannot lower it… it is stiff and rigid and perfectly still now… and you cannot move it until I tell you to… do you understand?”
“Yes… I… understand.”
Zelmann moved closer and lightly pressed his finger to her underarm, and Connie reacted electrically, breaking out in hysterical laughter and trying to edge her body away from him, all the while keeping her arm straight and stiff. He sweetly continued to gently graze her armpit, inducing a tumultuous fit of shrieking and begging as the tickling tortured Connie deliriously. He was fascinated at how ticklish she was even without additional suggestions, he made a mental note, he so loved tickling. He demurred for now, stepping back and observing that she still had her arm up straight. “Yes my dear, your arm will respond to my suggestions only, you are in fact under my power, and it is getting more and more pleasurable, more and more enjoyable for you. But I am going to put you even deeper under my hypnotic spell… in a moment I will make your arm fall back to your lap… you will try to fight… you will try to hold your arm up to resist me… that won’t work… you cannot resist me… I am powerful… in a moment I will make you put your arm down and you will obey… you simply can’t resist.”
A look of consternation crossed Connie’s face, that suggestion had spurred her on to take up the challenge, even though she was deeply hypnotised. Her arm had been up a little while now, muscles were bound to be a little tired.
“Listen to me… Connie, listen to my voice… as I speak to you now your arm is beginning to relax… all the muscles are softening… gently collapsing… and your arm is slowly falling away… returning to your lap… to sleep… your arm is getting heavier and heavier… heavier and heavier and more and more relaxed… growing loose and limp… loose and limp like a rag doll… no matter how hard you try, and you must try… your arm will fall back down into your lap… gently settling there to sleep… deeper and deeper to sleep… relax your arm, Connie, relax your arm and go to sleep.”
Connie had not had much practice at holding elephants above her head, but this had to be what it felt like. Her arm weighed a ton, all of a sudden, and though she thought she could make a fist of trying to resist, she was just plain wrong. In just thirty seconds or so her hand was resting comfortably in her lap, her mind totally asleep and waiting for him to make her do things. And he was going to make her do things, but he decided to hypnotise her one more time to be sure she was controlled. He went and got the hypno globe, he loved the hypno globe (me too). He set it up in front of her where she sat in the comfy chair, and woke her up.
“Connie, my dear, at the count of five you will be fully awake and aware, and realising that you have easily and successfully resisted my attempt to hypnotise you with the pocket watch. You are thrilled and incredibly sexually aroused at the idea of being able to resist me, but you will find you are a little disappointed because you really want to experience hypnosis with me. I will offer to try with the hypno globe if you wish, and of course you will wish, you will be thrilled to bits that I am prepared to try again, you love that I am giving you so much of my time and expertise, you simply adore me now. The hypno globe is immensely powerful, but I want you to resist it with all your being, even as it captures your will I want you to fight to stay awake. You will discover that the more you fight, the more you resist, the more powerful the hypno globe becomes, it responds to your state of mind. It will put you into a profound hypnotic trance, even against your will. This will increase your sexual excitement dramatically, and your desire to please me immensely. Please try very hard to resist, I want you completely under my hypnotic power. 1… 2… 3… 4… 5.”
As Connie’s eyes refocussed she was telling Professor Zelmann she thought it might be hard to hypnotise her, she has always had a strong will, just ask Tim, she was saying. Connie continued, “But I feel that I am missing out, I wanted so much to get an idea of just how it feels to be coerced by someone, without the ability to prevent it happening.”
“Don’t despair, my dear girl. I have a most impressive device here that is virtually guaranteed to overcome your resistance, and send you deep down into the place of hypnotic slumber. It is entirely up to you whether or not we should use it, though.” Professor Zelmann looked as though he was challenging Connie, daring her to try.
Connie could not believe her luck, he was giving her so much of his time and energy, she just couldn’t believe it. What a man, how did she deserve all this attention, “Oh, my. Are you sure? I must be taking up too much of your time.”
“Far from it, my dear, I could hardly ever hope to be in better company than I am in right now. Please, the offer stands, let me know if you would like to try, but please feel free to decline if you are fearful.” Zelmann worked a little on her ego, even if he didn’t really need to.
“You’re such a kind man, I am delighted to take up the opportunity. Is this the device?”
Zelmann walked over to the light switch and dimmed the overhead light, came back and switched the hypno globe on and removed the velour cover. In the semi darkness the effect was astounding, brilliant lightning strikes fiercely stabbing at the inner skin of the sphere, as if looking for somewhere to escape. It was certainly an arresting sight, and Connie soon found just that, her gaze was indeed arrested.
“A brilliant device worthy of Edison himself… astounding to look upon… even more so to contemplate the forces at play both within and without its bounds… your gaze is already rapt as you peer deep into the heart of the lightning… the intense ball of energy reaching out to the edge of the glass and beyond… for as you watch it must surely become apparent that the energy is extending to you… to your mind… entering your eyes as light… and entering your brain as hypnotic waves… the effect is irresistible… the hypnotic waves rapidly move your neurons to align with its frequency… the frequency of powerfully deep hypnotic sleep… yes, my dear… powerfully deep hypnotic sleep is being simply radiated into your mind, giving you no chance to resist… see the lightning… see the hypnotic waves as they penetrate your will… quickly now you are going to sleep!”
Connie was automatically determined to resist, but it didn’t happen, she exerted her will and then quickly closed her eyes and went to sleep, her mind spiralling down into the firm commands of this brilliant hypnotist. The lightning had done its job only too well, and she was once again deeply hypnotised. Zelmann was no longer prepared to wait, his cock needed her attention now. “My dear lady, you are hypnotised, even deeper than before, and I now command your mind. Your feminine talents are intrinsic to your true nature, and you are proud of your abilities. Some may doubt your aptitudes, but I know how good you are, and I am sure you will want to demonstrate the depth of your knowledge. Although my need is great I feel reticent in seeking assistance, especially from one so dear as you, in the alleviation of my malady. Your skills would doubtless bring great relief to my suffering, but I cannot ask.”
Connie had latched on to his words, her demeanour becoming one of agonising concern for his ultimate wellbeing, and she seemed utterly at his disposal to quell his discomfort. “Professor, please let me help, I’m sure I can be of assistance if you allow me to.”
“Ah, sweet and considerate girl, the nature of the need is perhaps a little naughty… and I find it hard to imagine that… you like to be naughty… it is true that… being naughty is your decision… and I shouldn’t prejudge you… it may entirely be in your nature to enjoy being a little naughty from time to time. Come… if it be true… then tell me that you like to be naughty, let me hear it from your lips… tell me that you like to be naughty!”
“Connie was blushing beet red, “I like to be naughty!” she said, as prompted.
“So then, you think being naughty is fun!” Zelmann led on.
“Yes, being naughty is fun.” The little girl in Connie was making an appearance.
“And you know Tim won’t mind, don’t you?” (Naughty Zelmann).
“Tim won’t mind, Tim trusts me.”
“Have you seen a man’s cock other than Tim’s?”
“Of course, silly, I’m twenty six you know, not six. I’ve seen plenty!” Pride mixed with talent ego, she was going for it.
“Have you ever made another man’s cock get stiff?”
“Oooh, yes, lots, really very stiff, and squirty!” Her blush was now working its way to the erogenous zones, Connie was so turned on.
“I gather you wouldn’t be able to make mine squirt, though, too much of a challenge.”
“Don’t be too sure, mister, I can do alright. Bet I can make yours tingle and squirt!”
“I’d like to see you try!”
Connie leaned forward in the lounge chair and Zelmann stood before her, she expertly slipped his belt and ripped his zip, and his pants dropped to his ankles, and before you could say koochy koo she had his enormous throbbing member in her palm, gently tickling the foreskin with her other hand. His clear juice was oozing in great quantities, so she drew back his foreskin gently and began to work the juice around his knob. With her first hand she started to caress and tickle his scrotum (ball sac, there, I said it) and with her other hand now wrapped around his knob she began to deftly work backwards and forwards, mimicking the pressure of a pussy. As she went she loosened and tightened her grip, making an exquisite build to orgasm, and finally Zelmann grunted with positive delight, quickly producing his handkerchief to catch the explosive spurt, and coolly and cleanly tidying himself up as he calmed down. Connie was grinning like a Cheshire cat, obviously satisfied with another notch on her girly belt. Once Zelmann was returned to composure he had Connie wash her hands and mess with her hair and face (you know, like girls do), and then he sat her down at the table again, turned off the hypno globe and replaced its velour cover. He sneaked the pocket watch back into the drawer and returned to Connie.
“Dear, beautiful lady. In a moment I will wake you up… you will not remember being hypnotised at all… you will not remember resisting the pocket watch… you will not remember seeing the hypno globe at all… you will remember that we talked for ages about hypnosis… your dad… the carnival… it was very happy… using a pocket watch to induce a trance… hearing about it made you very happy… my show last night… it made you very happy… loving seeing all those people being hypnotised… made you happy… resisting the influence… made you happy. All in all today has been one of the best days of your life, you adored our time together, you think I am one of the nicest and kindest people you have ever met. You will remember asking me to hypnotise you, but me declining to do it as we were alone, and you will remember that makes you like me even more, and it makes you want to be hypnotised by me even more. You and I have an irrevocable bond, we are like soul mates, you will dream about me, you will talk about me, you WILL see me again! At the count of five you will be awake, and talking about Tim and the amazing work he does here at the Bijou. 1… 2… 3… 4… 5.”
Connie was seemingly talking in her sleep, for a moment, as she opened her eyes talking about Tim doing the books yesterday afternoon while Cherie was lost in the catacombs, as she called them. As her eyes focussed she became more animated, and Zelmann replied that he thinks Tim is a great man, and he adores playing at this theatre. Zelmann glanced at his watch and they both heaved a heavy sigh. Connie said, “Seriously? You don’t want it to end, either? I was hoping this would never end, but I guess you have a show to prepare.”
“Yes, alas. Time waits for snowmen.”
“I think you’ll find that’s time waits for no man!”
Zelmann was genuinely astonished “Gadzooks, that’s fantastic, seems to make more sense, too. But yes, you are right, I must get ready for tonight’s performance. But let me say this before parting, never have I enjoyed such outstanding company, nor been so delighted with the conversation as I have been with you here today, dear lady. It has been both my privilege and my honour to share your company, and I shall certainly thank Tim dearly.”
Connie did genuinely blush now, this was such a superb compliment, she was speechless. She rose from the table, and Professor Zelmann rose with her, and he saw her to the dressing room door, bidding her a fond farewell.
As she pranced down the corridor, she was on top of the world. It was indeed a true delight to be in the company of this man, this master hypnotist. Damn that was hot, every time she thought of him as the master hypnotist she got a rush and a clitoral tingle. I do wish he had hypnotised me, though, I’m never going to get to know what it feels like! Damn, I must see him again, I’ve just got to, I’ll get Tim to organise another meeting, I’m sure he won’t mind.”