The new Eileen
by Robert Towers
Part Two — An amazing sesion
Darkness surrounded. It was quiet, except for a strange humming and slight clicking sound, repeating itself over and over and over. Eileen had no sense of where she was, or who she was. The slightest bit of consciousness she had in her mind woke up. She cleared her throat. It was dry and burned slightly. She could feel her body.
“I hurt all over.” slurred a very groggy, Eileen. “What did he do to me?”
At first she thought she was naked, but he was wearing her happy suit.
Immediately, the realization of this brought her to arousal. She could feel the silkiness of the outfit against her body it slid into attention.
She was sitting in a chair. A reclining chair. Her legs were outstretched before her and, this was where the fuzziness of her mind overtook, she wasn’t quite sure if her wrists and ankles were strapped down or not. She couldn’t open her eyes, but she could tell from underneath her eyelids that it was dark. But, more importantly, from somewhere around her, there was a dimly flashing light.
On top of all of that, she realized that the humming and clicking sound she heard was being played directly into her ears through a pair of large, comfortable headphones. She wanted to lift her eyes and actually fought very hard to do so. She moaned as she struggled. It was impossible. She was so drowsy, so tired, so—A hand touched her right thigh. She started to panic but sank back down into relaxation.
Suddenly, through the headphones, she heard a voice. A familiar, soothing, hypnotic voice. Tom Lander was. “Relax for me…you can relax for me, Eileen. So drowsy and relaxed…as you sit there, floating in deep relaxation.”
It was weird. While she could hear his voice through the headphones, she could also barely make it out, beyond the headphones, right next to her. Wherever he was, Lander was right next to her, hypnotizing her. Maybe she had been doing it already. Her mind began to wonder quickly about what time it was, what day it was, when it was…then he spoke again.
“Rellaaxxx…go down into relaxation…listen to the clicking and humming… filled with tiny, little subliminals to soothe your mind, Eileen…soothe your mind…” Eileen could feel her body sinking into heaviness. It felt wonderful. A chance to completely relax and forget about life for awhile.
“Now, Eileen…I want you to listen to my voice…listen very carefully to what I say…you have been under hypnosis for quite a few hours now…and I have been going to work on your subconscious…brainwashing you to my will…making you compliant to whatever I wish…and now it is time for a small break from hypnosis…a small break to test my control over you in your waking state…and you continue to remain relaxed while I tell you what to do…”
She heard a small click of a lighter and she could smell smoke. “Do you smoke, Eileen?” Tom asked through the headphones.
Eileen answered, her voice raspy from non-use, “…no…”
“Listen to me,” he soothed, “,listen to me…listen to me…” his tone changed to authoritarian, “I’m going to place the cigarette to your lips and you will take a deep drag and you will feel its brainwashing effects take you ten times deeper, ten times deeper with no will or reason to stop it.”
She felt the cigarette touch her lips and she inhaled. As she did, a number of feelings washed over her. Feminine. Submissive. Relaxed. Actually, extremely relaxed. Drowsy. Wanting to hear and obey more. Wanting to do more for Tom Lander, your master. More. More. More. More.
Then she spoke, “…more…”
“You want more?” he asked.
“…yes…”
He put the cigarette to her mouth again and she took another drag. And as he did, Tom spoke again, “That’s right, taking a deep, deep drag on the cigarette…letting the smoke fill your mind with drowsiness…with submissiveness…”
Eileen could feel it all happening. She had never felt so alive in being semi-asleep before. As she exhaled the smoke, she could feel himself sinking deeper into the chair.
After a few minutes of silence, Lander spoke again. “It’s time to take your medicine, Eileen.” As if it was a reflex, Eileen opened her mouth and felt as a gel caplet of some kind was slipped inside her mouth. She felt a soft hand slip behind her head and another hand touch his forehead, leaning her head back.
The hand on her forehead disappeared and she felt a glass pressed up against her lips. Lander’s voice spoke to her again. “Drink up your medicine, Eileen.”
She took in the liquid and swallowed the gel caplet. The liquid was warm and alcoholic. It was wine. Wine combined with whatever it was he just took. She knew that in no time, she would be feeling the effects of the wine and drug. A couple more sips of wine and the hands went away.
She felt the tug on her hair, the coolness of scissors on the right side of her chin as the hands brushed against her, and heard the quick “snip” as the metal closed about her hair. She felt the lock, now lost forever, slide across her shoulder. It fell to the floor. Another snip followed, and another. She felt her hair bunching together in the back. Erin combed it smooth and snipped again. Tears came slowly but steadily. Eileen bit her lip, closed her eyes tight. Tears began to form in them anyway and rolled down her cheeks. The tears came in a flood.
Tom stopped working for a few minutes, long enough for Eileen to drink a little medicine more and sob it out. Then he announced, “I’m going to shape it now.”
Eileen, eyes still closed, felt he begin at the top in front cutting, cutting, cutting all over her head. Time seemed to be moving faster now. She, far from calm, no longer cried. “How long is my hair now?” She asked, somewhat surprised at herself for speaking at all.
“Abode your shoulders, Eileen. I’m going to roll it up now.”
It did take a while, to roll it up.
After that, as strong smell burned her nostrils. It had been ineffectively disguised with a sickening, sweet fragrance.
She felt a hand saturating her hair in rods with that strong liquid.
Her head was dizzy. She felt as if the room was spinning around her. Her sense of time was gone. He didn’t know if he had been sitting there for days, hours or minutes. Everything was a blur, until the voice spoke to her again, calming him.
“And now it’s time for you to go back down into hypnosis for me, Eileen… it’s time for you to continue your brainwashing…time for you to continue your journey down into a deep, deep state of total obedience to me…into a state where Eileen is who you are…and she does whatever I ask of her…and she loves to obey me…she loves to obey me…she loves to hear and obey Lander.”
And with that, Eileen sank one hundred floors into nothingness…
Obey… to Lander…Obey…
“You’re going so deep, Eileen…deeper than you ever have before…you didn’t even know you could go this deep…this deep into a hypnotic state where I could tell you to do anything and you would follow without question…I can tell you to do things you would originally struggle to do…I can make you smoke a cigarette and enjoy it…I can make you do things that you’ve only fantasized about doing… brainwashing things…like giving me complete access to your credit card and bank account…giving me access to your entire life…to change it and mold it to how I see fit…to make you move from Boston back down here…to completely have you at my every whim and desire…to be able to call you up in the middle of the night and have you come to me without question…brainwashed to obey without question…and you are now that state as well…and you are overwhelmed with joy and happiness to have finally achieved a state of nirvana you never thought possible…so happy and joyous that I have brought you here…that I have brought you this joyous, brainwashed state that you have wanted to be at for so long…so happy…so happy….”
Tears began to well up in Eileen’s eyes. Tears of happiness. She felt a hand brush her forehead, making her face relax, even though tears continued to fall down her soft cheeks. The fingers twirled circles in the center of Eileen’s forehead and then eventually spread out to the side. She felt two sets of fingers massaging her temples.
Tom then lowered the chair back, placing her head into the bowl and wetting her hair with a warm spray. Eileen was in heaven. She had closed her eyes and was just enjoying the perfumed scents, calming back down from her “massage” and just enjoying being pampered.
Tom applied the shampoo to her wet hair and worked it into a lather.
“Does that feels good, Eileen,” Tom said softly.
“Oh, yes, master. It’s wonderful,” Eileen said as she relaxed and began to enjoy the treatment. She said “master” without thinking. Somehow it seemed like the natural thing to say. Eileen’s head began to feel warm from the massage. He continued for another minute or two and then removed his hands from Eileen’s head, then rinsed them off.
Tom moved the chair up slightly from the reclining position.
The voice continued to talk. “In a moment…I’m going to have you open your eyes…they will be very heavy and you will be very drowsy from the long hours and hours of mental conditioning you have been through… but you will feel relaxed…and submissive to me…you will remember all of the post-hypnotic I have given you…and you will act on them without question…when you open your eyes…you will not be able to see detail about the room that you are in…you will only be able to focus on me and on what I tell you to focus on…do you understand?”
Eileen responded drowsily, “…yes, I understand…”
“Good…now, I will count from three to one and you will open your eyes, yet remain in your brainwashed, obedient state…three…two…one… open your eyes…”
Eileen opened her eyes. In front of her was Dr. Lander. “Look at me… look at me…you are in ecstasy to look at me…notice very detail about me, Eileen…”
Lander was wearing a pure white, starched smock with white shoes. He looked very sexy and he remind her of a male nurse. For the first time, she notice how his arms fill the short sleeves. The reward for the countless hours spent in the gym, she assumed. His face was beautiful and very seductive.
“I want you to stand up for me, Eileen.” Eileen did. She almost fell out from under herself; her legs were so drowsy and lethargic. But she steadied herself, all the time looking at Lander’s deep, hypnotic, blue eyes.
“I want you to look at your beautiful body, Eileen, and tell me what you see.”
Eileen looked own, her body encased in black satin. She studied her feminine hands, wrapped in black satin. Her long legs, her perfectly sized breasts (not too big, just right). Her hair was now red and wavy on her shoulders. It is an impressive sight, fascinating. She ran her hands along her black satin suit and it felt wonderful.
“How does your body look to you, Eileen?” Lander asked.
Eileen looked back up at Lander with drowsy eyes. “…perfect…”
Lander laughed quietly, “Yes, it does, doesn’t it?” But…you know what I think you need more than anything else right now?”
Eileen actually tried to think of the answer, but her tired little drugged brain couldn’t respond. Lander saw the struggle and leaned in to Eileen, inches from her face and spoke in a firm voice, “You need to have a cigarette, Eileen.”
It was as if something switched on in Eileen’s eyes as the command tumblers in her mind clicked into place. Lander pointed over to a black table where a pack of Clove cigarettes were. “Go to the table and light a cigarette, Eileen.”
Eileen walked to the table, hips swaying like a perfectly drowsy female. She didn’t even look away from the cigarettes, not really interested in looking around the room to see where she was at the moment. She got to the cigarettes where a cigarette was already half pulled out, waiting for her. She took the cigarette between her satin gloved fingers and looked down at a lighter on the table. It was one of those hi-tech looking lighters. She brought the cigarette to her lips.
“Think about how good it will be to take that first drag off that cigarette, Eileen…to feel the smoke curl around your head, drugging you, brainwashing you, taking you deeper…”
Eileen knew that Lander was right. She clicked the button on the lighter and a flame came to life. At the site of the flame, everything stopped. Eileen’s free hand fell to her side, the cigarette dangling in her lips while she stood, transfixed by the flame. From behind her, Lander chuckled.
When she spoke, it was almost as if Lander was talking to a child, “What’s the matter, Eileen? Can’t you look away from the flame?”
Eileen tried to answer, but the words were non-existent.
Lander walked up alongside Eileen and took the lighter from her. Eileen’s eyes followed the flame as Lander moved it back and forth in front of Eileen.
“Watch the flame, Eileen…watch it and allow it to take you deeper and deeper into brainwashing…everything taking you deeper…the sound of my voice…the warm flame…the feel of the black satin up against your skin… the temperature in the room…the cigarette between your lips, oh…the cigarette…should we light the cigarette, Eileen?”
Eileen half nodded.
As Lander brought the flame towards the tip of the cigarette, Eileen’s eyes almost crossed as she extended to try and follow the flame. Once the flame touched the cigarette, Lander spoke, “Inhale, Eileen and come to life.”
At that phrase, Eileen inhaled on the cigarette, bringing it and her to life. Her right hand moved from her side and two fingers held the cigarette as she took the drag and then exhaled off to the side. Eileen was awake. Even though she was awake, however, she still moved as if she was slightly drowsy.
Lander turned the lighter off.
“How do you feel, Eileen?” Lander asked, folding her arms.
“Hmmm, I’m a little sleepy, but I feel good, Master.” Eileen smiled at Lander.
“Why don’t you take another drag off your cigarette, Eileen?” Lander commanded.
As if it was nothing, “Okay.” was the response. Eileen took another drag and felt so wonderful. As she did, she felt slightly light- headed.
“Is that nice?” Lander asked.
“Yes,” Eileen responded as she blew out smoke, “it’s very nice…I like to smoke.”
Lander moved forward, running her gloved fingers through Eileen’s hair. “Yes, I know you do.” As she did this, Eileen’s eyelids fluttered.
“Eileen, you will do whatever I ask of you, won’t you?”
“Yes, Master…I will…I’ve been brainwashed to obey.”
“Very good.” Lander said and started walking off.
Eileen followed her to wherever it was they were going. “Continue to smoke, Eileen.” Lander said, and Eileen took another drag.
Lander stopped in front of it, Eileen right by her side. Lander looked down at the cigarette in Eileen’s hand and took it, inhaling. She held it out and Eileen took a drag as well. She handed it back to Eileen and then began to massage the back of Eileen’s neck, where the hairline met skin. It was probably one of the most relaxing things Eileen had ever felt.
“You’re here for a new you right?” Tom said interrupting his massage.
“I well... I was hoping I could...” Eileen Ann said a bit startled.
Tom smiled at her and said: “No need to be nervous Eileen. Take a drag off the cigarette.”
Eileen did.
“Relaxing more and more and more with every drag you take, every touch you feel, everything around, making your mind more and more brainwashed…more and more brainwashed…”
Eileen simply parted her lips and let the smoke escape naturally as she felt her body become ten times more relaxed.
A hand moved in front of her face and a lighter was ignited. The flame filled Eileen’s view and she heard, “Relax for me, Eileen.”
Eileen’s world went black.