"Mind Control"

        I'd always been interested in hypnosis. I'd done the reading,
seen the usual stage hypnotists, and even volunteered one time at a show.
The idea of my mind controlling my body was fascinating, and as the stage
hypnotist was choosing his volunteers, I sincerely hoped he would pick me.
Alas, he passed me over in favor of a nearby cute young blonde. Oh, well.

        But the interest never faded. Finally, I decided to see a "real"
hypnotist. Rather than looking through the yellow pages, I found one on
the Internet. I was surprised to find a hypnotist with a web page who was
from my area. Looking in the phone book, however, I found no mention of
her. So we traded E-mails for a week or so, and an appointment was set up.

        I was actually a bit nervous as I drove to her place that fateful
day. I had never really thought of a woman hypnotizing me before, and I
wondered what she was like. I blushed and grinned nervously as I imagined
myself surrendering to a lithe young woman who had very different ideas of
how to treat her hypnotized men. But reality set in again, and I sighed as
I realized that I would probably be meeting with a middle-aged woman who
had been doing this for twenty years and was quite bored with it all.

        You can imagine my reaction as I walked into her office. She was
in her mid thirties, with permed dark hair, glinting dark eyes, and a
well-built body covered beautifully by a dark satiny blouse and dark
skirt. My recent fantasies re-emerged briefly, as I pictured this woman
sending me hopelessly into a deep trance and then having her way with me.

        Naturally, my body reacted to these thoughts. And all this
happened in the five seconds before we said hello.

        "Hello, Kevin. I'm Rebecca. It's very nice to meet you."

        "Um - nice to meet you, too", I stammered, taking her hand
and finding her fingers long and cool and smooth. I unconsciously bent over
very slightly in an attempt to make the growing bulge in my pants less
noticeable. But I didn't miss the downward flicker of her eyes, the slight
color that appeared on her cheeks, and the way her nostrils flared ever so
slightly.

        It seemed as though she held onto my hand for a moment longer than
was necessary, but finally released it and motioned to a reclining chair.
"Have a seat, make yourself comfortable." Had that last been added
as a sly remark? I glanced quickly at her, but saw no malice or taunting in
her expression.

        She sat down at her desk, turned her chair around to face me, and
we began talking. Why was I interested in hypnosis, what did I hope to gain
from this meeting, what were my goals as related to hypnosis. I explained
how I was interested in the connection between the mind and the body, and
how the stage hypnotist had had people thinking it was very cold when the
room had actually been quite warm. She nodded, taking notes occasionally,
and asking more questions as we went along. She asked if I'd ever been
hypnotized, which I hadn't. Nodding, she set down her notes and poured two
glasses of water, offering one to me. I took it and sipped at it as she
went over her notes for several minutes.

        "OK. We can do this. You want to be hypnotized and experience
the sensations of having your mind control your body, even though what your
mind is saying may not agree with what your senses are actually telling
you. Am I close?" I nodded. That about said it all. I wanted to feel
hot when I knew it was cold, I wanted to have my arm frozen in mid-air and
KNOW the only reason I couldn't move it was because my mind told me not to.

        "Good. Now, since we know what you want to do once you've
entered the hypnotic state, do you have any preferences as to HOW you enter
it?"
 
        "Well, I don't know. I know there's a bunch of ways to do it,
but I never really thought about it. What do you think would work best?"

        Her head tipped to one side and she studied me with a faintly amused
look. I felt my face flushing slightly, wondering what she was thinking. We
sat there for a moment, then she smiled, straightened and stood.

        "OK. That's how we'll do it. Now, today, we're only going to
have you experience a trance, we're not going to do too many suggestions
other than to make it easier for you to go into trance each time. Next
session, we'll go to work on the control, and I think by the third session,
you'll have experienced everything you're after. How's that sound?"

        Nodding, I answered, "Good."

        "Great, OK, now, tilt your chair back. All the way, that's
right. Get comfortable. Oh, I'm sorry, take your shoes off, please."

        I sat up and removed my shoes, then settled back into the recliner.
This was a truly massive piece of furniture, very thick and comfortable. It
felt as if I was sinking into it even as I leaned back.

        "Stretch your legs out, keep them uncrossed, and rest your arms
on the arms of the chair." I did so. As I did, she walked around to a
corner of her office. I could no longer see her.

        "That's good. Are you comfortable?", asked her voice. I
nodded, wondering how she was going to hypnotize me. Obviously, she wasn't
going to stare into my eyes. That, in a way, was disappointing.

        "Now, look up at the ceiling. Just above your line of sight,
you'll notice a small black dot. Do you see it?" I tilted my head back
a bit to see what she was talking about. Sure enough, there was a small spot
on the ceiling, about two inches in diameter.

        "Kevin, keep your head in the position you were first in. Allow
your eyes to move to see the dot, not your head. You'll find yourself looking
back a bit, up toward the top of your head." I relaxed my neck muscles a
bit and allowed my head to tip back down. Then I rolled my eyes back so that
I could see the dot again. This was going to be difficult, I thought. My eyes
quickly began to water from the strain of looking backward.

        Rebecca spoke again, and her voice seemed different somehow. Lower,
softer, and yet more compelling.

        "Very good, Kevin. This will happen quickly, naturally, and
easily, and all you have to do is relax and enjoy it. There is no other
action required on your part. All you need to do is relax and focus on that
spot. Allow your eyes to remain on that spot as you listen to the sound of my
voice. As you listen to the sound of my voice, you may find that it seems to
fade in and out. That is all right. Your mind will still hear and accept
everything that I say. As you relax more and more, it may seem as if you are
unable to understand the words that you hear. Again, this is perfectly OK.
Your mind will hear, understand, and accept everything I say to it."

        My eyes were squinting already. How long did I have to do this? I
hadn't thought of hypnosis as painful at all, but my eyes were getting very
sore, very quickly. It was hard to think about what she was saying when I
was becoming more uncomfortable by the minute. Of course, I never realized
that the whole idea was that I wasn't SUPPOSED to think about what she was
saying.

        "In a moment, we will begin counting backward from one hundred.
With each even number, allow your eyes to close. With each odd number, open
your eyes and again focus them on that spot. And now, Kevin, take a nice deep
breath. Inhale slowly and deeply, feeling your belly rise, feeling your rib
cage expanding. A nice, deep breath. Now exhale, slowly and deeply, feeling
the tensions beginning to drain from your body. One hundred."

        It took me a second to realize what she had said. I blinked, and
closed my eyes, screwing them tightly closed and allowing the moisture to
bathe them. It was quite a relief, and I almost dreaded opening them again.
At the same time, I exhaled, and the light-headed feeling that followed was
quite exhilarating, especially when combined with the comforting moisture
on my closed eyes.

        "Ninety nine, open. Open your eyes and focus on the spot,
inhaling slowly and deeply. Slowly and deeply, focused totally on that spot."

        My eyes reluctantly opened, and for an instant, I scanned the
ceiling for that spot. There it was. I inhaled slowly, my eyes still
watering, still squinting.

        "Ninety eight, closed. Exhale slowly and completely, being aware of
the sensations of comfort and relief which you are now experiencing."

        Comfort and relief. She had that right, I thought slowly, as my
breath was released in a long, slow whoosh. My eyes closed instantly, and it
felt so good.

        "So relaxed now, as the tensions drain from your body with every
breath. So comfortable. So relaxed. Ninety seven, open."

        I didn't want to open my eyes. I inhaled automatically, even as she
said "Inhale, long and slow, feeling your lungs filling, feeling your
body relaxing even more." My eyes finally did open, and she told me to
focus on the spot again. I did, noticing in a vague sort of way that I really
did feel much more relaxed than I had before.

        "Kevin, as you focus on the spot, you can feel yourself relaxing
more and more. You find yourself looking forward to when you may close
your eyes and exhale, and allow yourself to relax and let go even more
completely."

        She was right, I did want to close my eyes. It was such a strain to
look backwards at that spot, and it felt so good when my eyes closed. I
didn't really realize I was actually holding my breath, waiting to hear her
voice say the next number and allow me to exhale - and to close my eyes.

        Her voice seemed to be nothing more than a whisper, and yet I heard
her clearly. In fact, her voice was all I heard. I didn't wonder about the
absence of other, common, everyday sounds. All I heard was her voice.

        "Ninety six, closed. Exhale slowly, gently, completely."

        My eyes slammed shut instantly, and I exhaled - slowly, gently, and
completely. It was wonderful. It felt as if I was becoming lighter somehow,
as if my exhalations were getting rid of the weight of my tensions and
worries. Of course, I didn't really think of it that way, but that was how
it felt.

        "And now, Kevin, as you rest there with your eyes closed, you
notice how comfortable you are becoming, and you know deep inside that you
will soon feel even more comfortable, as you relax more and more completely.
More and more relaxed with every breath, more and more relaxed each time you
close your eyes. Breathe gently and easily for a moment as you relax more
and more. You may notice that your eyelids are becoming heavier now, and
each time you close your eyes, you find that it's more difficult to open
them again. You find yourself wanting to allow your eyes to remain closed,
and as you feel this happening, just go with it, allow it to happen. Just
let go and let it happen. Ninety five, open."

        She had timed it perfectly, although I didn't really notice it. I
inhaled deeply, struggling to open my eyes and look at the spot on the
ceiling. They finally opened, and I gazed upwards, too relaxed to even
wonder how long they would have to stay open this time.

        "Eyes open again, intent upon that spot, and as you look up at
it, as you feel yourself being drawn to it, you relax deeper and deeper.
Deeper and deeper. Relaxing more and more, becoming more and more comfortable.
Ninety four, closed."

        I exhaled mightily, my eyes closing, my body now feeling sort of
heavy and numb. It really felt as if I WAS sinking into the chair. But it
felt so, so good.

        All too soon, she whispered, "Ninety four, open. Open your eyes
and focus totally upon that spot. Feel yourself beginning to drift, to drift
upwards, closer and closer to that spot. The closer you get, the easier it
becomes to focus more intently upon it. The more intently you focus upon
that spot, the deeper you go into relaxation. Deeper and deeper, closer and
closer, drifting, drifting, drifting..............."

        She fell silent, and I lay there, staring up at the spot, imagining
myself floating up to the ceiling, allowing my tired, heavy eyes to relax.
I wanted to much to drift up to the ceiling, to allow my eyes to relax, to
allow myself to relax more and more, to go deeper into relaxation. It had
taken every bit of will power I possessed to open my eyes this time, and I
dimly wondered if I would be able to open them again.

        "Ninety three, closed. Exhale, drift deeper and deeper, relaxing
more and more. Relaxing, drifting, drifting, relaxing. Deeper and deeper,
just relaxing deeper and deeper and drifting deeper and deeper."

        The spot disappeared as my eyelids slammed closed. The relief was
instant and intense. My body had disappeared somewhere along the way, and I
drifted gently and easily upon the soft, soothing sounds of Rebecca's voice.
Since I no longer had any connection with my physical body, I was not aware
that my cock had expanded to the point where my slacks were tenting quite
noticeable - but Rebecca did notice.

        "And now, Kevin, you may allow your eyelids to remain closed.
Imagine that your eyelids are heavy window curtains, and that they are
closed, closed tightly. So tightly closed, and the harder you try to open
them, the more impossible it becomes. Try, try to open them now, but the
harder you try to open your eyes, the more impossible it becomes."

        I had no real reason to want to open my eyes. I was utterly content
to just lie there, basking in the warm glow of total relaxation which seemed
to envelop my body. But all of a sudden, my eyelids WERE curtains, and they
did seem to be closed tight. The urge to try to open them seemed strangely
powerful, and I reluctantly tried to get the muscles to respond to the
feeble signals my befuddled brain managed to send them. There was no
reaction at all, my eyelids remained closed tight, in fact, they seemed to
close even tighter the harder I tried to open them. I might have smiled.

        "And now you can stop trying, Kevin, just relax and let go of
everything. Allow yourself to drift comfortably, to relax more and more as
you listen to the sound of my voice, hearing only the sound of my voice,
knowing only the sound of my voice. And even if my voice fades away your
mind will hear and accept my words. Even now, you may find my voice becoming
distant, faraway, like a fading radio signal. You drift comfortably, aware
only of the relaxation.............."

        There was silence. Not silence, really, it was just that her voice
disappeared and was replaced by a pleasant, muted sound which came and went
seemingly at random. She was still talking, of course, and my unconscious
mind heard and understood everything she said, but the thinking part of my
mind had shut down completely.

        "..............five. Eyes open, wide awake, feeling refreshed
and relaxed."

        My eyes opened slowly. I was still in the recliner, my body still
limp, and yet now it seemed to tingle, as if filled with a sudden burst of
energy. I took a deep breath and forced my neck muscles to cooperate as I
looked sideways at her chair, which was still vacant.

        "How do you feel?", asked her soft voice, as my water glass
appeared before my eyes, held by her soft hand. I gratefully took it and
downed it, and my mouth began to function again.

        "Wow", was all I could say at first. She came around me and
sat back down in her chair, smiling gently.

        "That was - really something", I said, wondering why the
English language always seemed so insufficient to convey thoughts of great
pleasure or happiness.

        "You really responded well, Kevin. I think you'll be able to do
everything you want to do with hypnosis. As I said, today we just did the
first step, and the next time, things will go much quicker, much easier. You
are very responsive, and we'll be able to spend most of our time working on
your requests next session. But we DID do something today that goes along
with your desire for your mind to control your body. Do you remember?"

        I lay there, totally comfortable, and wondered what we had done that
displayed the power the mind had over the body. Oh, yes...

        "My eyes wouldn't open?"

        She smiled happily. "Yes, very good. There was no reason for
your eyes not to open, no PHYSICAL reason. The reason you couldn't open your
eyes is because your mind said you couldn't."

        Wow. This was really something. It really works, I thought,
awestruck by the realization. It really works.

        The next appointment was made, and I went on my way, almost giddy as
I thought of the power I would soon have over my body.

        One week later, Rebecca shook my hand and ushered me into the
recliner. I sat back, my legs at odd angles to hide my growing erection.
Rebecca was wearing a short skirt and a low-cut blouse today. Nothing was
blatantly displayed, but enough was showing that you could imagine the rest.

        "Well, Kevin, I think today we'll to a quick induction and then
work on your requests for the rest of the time. How does that sound?"

        I nodded, hoping that my cock would shrink before she asked me to
lay back, not knowing she had already seen my member bulging the last time I
was here.

        "You don't have to lie back today, just relax and sit comfortably."

        I breathed a silent sigh of relief as I shifted slightly to get more
comfortable without giving away my secret. From the odd half-smile on her
face, I wondered whether I was succeeding.

        "Good. Now, just relax and follow along with me. You can watch
me as I speak if you'd like to." Watch her? She didn't have to ask me
twice!

        "Kevin, last week you entered a trance and experienced a small
demonstration of the power that your mind has over your body. You could not
open your eyes, even though you were trying. Today you're going to learn
just how strong that control really is. As you sit there, your thoughts may
drift back to your previous session with me. You may recall how relaxed you
became, how very difficult it was to keep your heavy, heavy eyelids open for
so long. You may recall how wonderful it felt, allowing yourself to relax
totally, to just let go and drift comfortably, easily, allowing my voice to
guide you. You may find that you experience the same things as we speak now.
It is not necessary, however. All I'd like to do is talk to you and show you
how the power of your mind over your body is limitless."

        My thoughts WERE going back to the week before, and how great I had
felt as I had drifted off. Other than my eyes burning for a while, it had
been a totally wonderful experience. Now I sat here, gazing absent-mindedly
at her as my thoughts went back to sitting in that same chair, falling deep
under her spell. Unknown to me, my cock was growing hard again, but I was
too lost in thought to notice.

        "You allowed yourself to enter a trance, a deep hypnotic trance.
While you were in that trance, I suggested to you that you could not open
your eyes no matter how hard you tried. Your mind accepted that suggestion
as fact. The hypnotized mind accepts everything as fact. That is why the
hypnotic state is so useful. Your mind accepted that you could not open your
eyes, and even though you tried, and tried hard, you could not open them.
The mind controls the body, and your eyes would not open. So you already
know, deep within yourself, that anything is possible, that the mind DOES
control the body, and that you yourself have experienced this."

            "Right now, Kevin, think of your right arm. Focus your awareness
on your right arm. As we sit here, conversing with each other, you may
notice that your right arm is beginning to feel a bit light. Each breath
that you take may allow your arm to feel lighter and lighter. Lighter and
lighter. Your right arm will become so light, so free, drifting gently and
easily off of the arm of your chair. There, I see your fingers move a bit as
they begin to drift lazily upward. A bit more...higher and higher...now your
hand begins to move....good....good....higher and higher...drifting...
lightly...easily... lazily...higher and higher...your wrist now...good...
forearm...elbow...good... upper arm...lighter and lighter...gently and
easily...now your entire arm is floating gently and easily in the air. You
can look at it, see it for yourself. Look at your arm floating beside you,
lightly and easily."

        It was hard to tear my eyes away from hers. But slowly, they moved
to the right, until I found myself staring incredulously at my arm as it
hovered next to me. I wasn't holding it there, I hadn't picked it up and put
it there, it was just - there. Totally awestruck, I turned my gaze back to
Rebecca, who sat there, smiling knowingly.

        "Is your hand drifting in the air, Kevin?"

        I nodded, dumbfounded.

        "Are you in a trance?"

        It was so hard, so very hard, to talk. My mouth felt like it was
glued shut, but I managed to croak, "I...didn't...think so...but..."

        "...but there's your hand, floating in the air, and you can't
believe it's there. The power of the mind, Kevin. The power of suggestion.
You are in a trance, in a way. Your mind BELIEVES your hand should be up
there - so there it is. You're sitting here talking to me, and you're trying
to figure out when I hypnotized you - but I didn't. Not really. I just
convinced your mind of a few things."

        Convinced me. She sure had. I looked back up at my hand, still
hovering aimlessly beside me. This was incredible. And I wasn't even
hypnotized! The power of my own mind - and Rebecca's suggestions.

        "Kevin?"

        I turned to look at her again. I found myself staring into those
dark eyes, and there was no way I could restrain my cock from growing. I
felt the pressure in my slacks, and I was actually able to shift in the
recliner a bit. Could I have done that if I was hypnotized? I didn't know.
Rebecca watched wordlessly, merely smiling. But she knew. She knew what else
my mind was telling my body. How could she not know?

        "Kevin, do you want to go into a trance now?"

        I nodded. There was no thinking involved, no wondering what she was
going to do, no consideration given at all to other possibilities. I nodded
and indicated that yes, I did want to go into a trance, now.

        She nodded as well, her eyes sparkling.

        "Very well, Kevin", she whispered softly. "You may close your eyes
and let yourself drift effortlessly, quickly, deeply, totally into hypnosis.
As before, you may find that my voice fades away as you sink deeper...."

        I have no idea what she said after that. I was out like a light, and
as far as I know, my hand was still hanging there in the air next to me.
 
        "..............five. Eyes open, wide awake, feeling refreshed and
relaxed."

        My eyes popped open. I was still in the recliner. My arm was no
longer hanging there, but was resting comfortably on the chair. I felt, as
she had just said, refreshed and relaxed.

        "How do you feel?"

        "Oh, man...this is...this is great..." I had a big dopey grin on my
face that just would not fade. She smiled back at me, and my heart began to
do loop-the-loops. Damn, what a smile.

        "Kevin, you're making wonderful progress. I think that next session
we'll be able to take what you've learned so far and put it all together.
How does that sound?"

        "Man, that sounds great." That was the second time I'd used that
word in less than a minute, but it just seemed so appropriate!

        And so I left, thinking about closed eyes and floating hands and
the power of the mind and the power of suggestion. And wondering how she
was planning to 'put it all together'.

        Arriving at her place for my third visit, I stopped dead in my
tracks as she opened the door to greet me. No skirt and blouse outfit.
Instead, she wore tight black denim jeans and a white top which made it
obvious that she had no bra on. I almost tripped over my tongue.

        "Hello, Kevin", she purred. I'd never heard a woman purr before, but
that didn't make any difference. She purred. I almost had a coronary.

        She reached out and gently pulled me into her office, then closed,
and locked, the door behind me. Turning back to me, she looked at me
closely, then lowered her eyes to just below my waist. Sure enough, the
tent was already forming. She nodded with satisfaction. "I thought so", she
said softly. Then her eyes came up and met mine.

        "Are you in a trance?"

        Somewhat confused - hell, I was VERY confused - I shook my head.
Nervous, yes. Horny, yes. In a trance, no.

        "Are you sure?"

        Yes, I'm sure. No, dammit, I'm not. I had no idea what to think any
more. Seeing her like that, and then having her overtly check out my
reaction was doing crazy things to my heart rate, and my thoughts were quite
a mess. I shook my head no, but I was only trying to clear my thoughts.

        "Last session your arm was extended and you weren't in a trance.
Today you come in here and your penis is extended and you aren't in a
trance. Do you remember how easy it was to go into a trance after realizing
your hand was there because of the power of your mind?"

        I was too confused to follow any of that. I just stared at her,
feeling my cock pressing uncomfortably against my slacks, wanting only to
move enough to free it up a bit. But I could not move, I stared at her like
a deer stares at headlights. She came closer, staring point-blank into my
wide eyes as I nodded feebly. I gasped as she reached for my groin, then
almost groaned with disappointment as her hand paused just before touching
the bulge in my pants. Her hand hovered there as she gazed into my eyes.

        "I'm not going to touch you", she whispered, bringing about an
audible groan from me. She smiled gently as she continued.

        "I'm going to do something MUCH more erotic than that." She pulled
away, leaving me standing there gasping for air. Was this really happening?
Was I really in some sort of trance? What was she going to do that was more
erotic than what she had almost done already? I found out, and quickly.

        She climbed up on her desk and swung her chair around so her feet
rested on it. The back of the chair conveniently blocked my view of her
crotch, even though her legs were spread wide around it. The high-backed
chair also prevented me from seeing her breasts as she pulled her top over
her head. Her top was tossed onto her desk, she smiled at me, and ran her
fingers through her hair. I strained to see what I knew to be behind the
back of that chair, but to no avail, and I didn't dare move.

        "Now, now, Kevin", she purred again. "I know what you want. You want
to see what I'm hiding, don't you? You want to see what's hidden behind my
chair. It's only a chair though, right? And yet, right now, I bet you think
this chair is more erotic than any lingerie you've ever seen. After all,
it's accomplishing the same thing. It's hiding what you want to see. You've
never thought of a chair as being erotic, but I think you're beginning to
see how almost anything can be erotic if used in the proper manner."

        I didn't know where to look. Should I keep trying to catch a glimpse
of her breasts? Should I imagine her crotch, hiding behind the same chair?
I had no idea how a chair could be erotic, but it did seem so at the moment.

        She crossed her arms on the top of the chair and looked at me with
a smile. "Yes, Kevin, eroticism is in the mind of the beholder. You are
finding that a chair can be erotic. I look at you, and that bump in your
pants, and find that erotic. Why? Because I know what's causing it."

        Damn, it was that obvious. But somehow I couldn't bring myself to
care. Rebecca's eyes burned into mine as she continued.

        "And you've fantasized about being hypnotized by a woman. Even
before you met me, you wondered what I'd be like, whether I'd be a sexy
young plaything or an older, straight-laced hypnotherapist. You know you
have. When you met me, you couldn't believe it. I saw how hard you got when
you first saw me, I saw how hard you got when I was hypnotizing you. An
erection is caused by the MIND, it's another example of the mind controlling
the body. You had an erection then, and you have one now, because your mind
says you should. Why? You're looking at a CHAIR, for God's sake. But, oh,
such an erotic chair..."

        I blinked. This was getting confusing.

        "Last session you felt your arm drift upward, drifting lightly and
freely. Now, today, RIGHT NOW, as you stand there, you can feel it happening
again, but now it's BOTH arms. Right now, you can feel both arms floating
up, gently and easily, lightly and freely, moving up, up, higher and higher,
so easily and naturally. Just like that. You feel it happening, you know
it's happening, and you also know that it's happening by itself, under the
control of your mind. Your mind. You notice that even though it's your mind,
you are not telling your arms to float up. There, right there, they may
remain right there in that position. Right there, allow them to remain right
there. Floating so easily and effortlessly, and you find yourself utterly
unable to move them. Just as you could not open your eyes before, you cannot
move your arms now. The harder you try, the more impossible it becomes. Your
arms remain stiff and rigid and motionless. Just as they are now."

        I had watched in stunned fascination as my arms had floated upwards.
She was right, I was NOT doing it. My mind was. There was a distinction
there that I still hadn't figured out, but I was too busy to think much
about it. When my arms reached a point right in front of me, with my hands
reaching out as if groping for Rebecca (which wasn't a bad idea, I thought
dimly), that was the point where she told me to leave them.

        So Rebecca was sitting on her desk, topless, her breasts hidden by
the back of her office chair, which also prevented me from seeing the crotch
of her black denims. I stood there, arms outstretched and immobile,
wondering what the hell was going to happen next.

        "Are you in a trance, Kevin?"

        My voice was about six octaves higher than I'd have wished when I
replied, "I don't know any more." That drew a big smile indeed.

        "Think about it. Your body is following the commands given to it by
your mind. Your mind says your arms can't move and they don't. Your mind
says your eyes wouldn't open and they didn't. Your mind said that your
arm was floating and it did. Your mind CONTROLS your body. Total control."

        Total control. Jesus.

        "And now your mind tells you that the room feels very, very hot
indeed. So hot, so very warm, uncomfortably humid, very hot and sticky. Can
you feel it, Kevin? Do you feel it happening NOW?"

        I did. God damn, I did. Of course, part of the sweat could have been
caused by seeing one of her hands disappear behind the back of her chair,
and seeing her body rocking slightly. The slight color of her cheeks made it
quite obvious as to what she was doing. She was caressing her breasts with
one hand while hypnotizing me, or something, at the same time.

        "Yes", I croaked. I could feel the sweat building, feel my shirt
sticking to my suddenly-soaked body. I could feel it running down my back
as well.

        "And now you take a deep breath and find the temperature had dropped
all the way down to freezing, just like that" - she snapped her fingers -
and you're shivering with the cold, so cold, so chilly, you can even see
your breath it's so cold, and you're shivering so hard. So hard. You're so
hard."

        I blinked. So hard? Yes, I was, and it was damn cold, too. I forgot
all about how hot I was, and started to shiver violently. So cold, so
chilly, and each time I exhaled, I imagined I DID see my breath. One other
thing I saw was Rebecca moving that hidden hand with more fervor than
before, and those eyes, those eyes that held me captive, began to close
partway.

        Her other hand disappeared, and I heard a sound that could only have
been a zipper on a pair of jeans coming down. I just stood there, arms
outstretched, feeling rather like a frozen zombie, as that same hand angled
into her now-opened jeans. Her eyes did close now, and her head tilted to
one side as she sighed softly.

        Even though her eyes were closed, I kept staring at her. I was
shuddering from the cold, watching her obviously masturbating, and wondering
why the hell I couldn't do anything if I wasn't hypnotized.

        "Kevin. Your mind controls your body. What the mind believes the
body will accomplish. You have experienced this, you know it is true, you
are experiencing it right now. Right now. Right now, imagine my mouth
wrapped around your hard cock. Your cock IS hard, Kevin, you know it is.
Feel my mouth, my warm, soft mouth, sliding up and down the shaft, feel my
tongue dancing around the tip, feel my fingernail tracing the underside of
your hot, hard cock. Oh, Kevin, you feel it, your mind can imagine it, you
DO feel it. You feel it now, Kevin. Right now."

        I did. I felt a mouth on my cock, I felt lips, a tongue, even a
fingernail. I shuddered again, but not from the cold. Would she allow me to
get warm again, I wondered, instantly realizing how silly the question was.
I was becoming more than warm. I was getting very, very hot.

        "So warm, so wet, so soft, up and down, around and around, all over
your hard, thick, throbbing cock. You know it will happen, there's no way
you can resist it, just like you could not open your eyes, just like you
cannot move your arms. Your mind controls your body, and your mind now
BELIEVES my mouth is there, that my hand is there. Right now, even as I
speak of other things, you still feel me there, don't you, Kevin?"

        "Yes...oh, yes...." God, this was unreal. She was squeezing her
breasts, rubbing her crotch, licking her fingers, and all I could see was
from her neck up. That damn chair. That damn erotic lingerie chair. What was
I thinking?

        "Yes, Kevin, you feel me there, feel my mouth, my lips, my hands,
and it feels so good, doesn't it, Kevin? It feels so good, so damn good,
and it makes you want to come, doesn't it, Kevin? Do you want to come,
Kevin?"

        "Yes...God, yes...this is...unreal...."

        "No, Kevin, this is quite real. To your mind, it is real. And
therefore, it is real to your body as well. It IS real, Kevin. What you are
feeling IS real. The sensations are real, physical sensations. They are
created by your mind, not your body, but they are EXPERIENCED as actual
physical sensation. Do you understand?"

        "No...no...damn...no...oh, Jesus..." I didn't understand and at this
point I didn't really care. Watching her play with herself, sort of, and
feeling the things I was feeling was too much. Way too much.

        Rebecca's voice dropped again, becoming low, seductive, and totally
irresistible.

        "This will help you to understand, Kevin. For right now, as my lips
and tongue and fingers and hands massage and suck and lick and tease your
penis, you have reached the point of no return. You have reached the point
where you KNOW you are going to come, and you KNOW there is no way you can
prevent it. Just as you could not prevent your arms from drifting upwards,
you cannot prevent yourself from reaching climax right now."

        My eyes were open so wide it hurt. Rebecca sat there, her hands
moving frantically behind that Goddamn chair, staring into my eyes even
though hers were half-closed with pleasure. I stood there, immobile, feeling
that unmistakable feeling that always preceded an orgasm. The fullness, the
strange curling under of the toes, the tensing of every muscle and nerve...

        "Let go, Kevin. Let it go. Allow it to happen. Allow your mind to
satisfy your body's desires now."

        With a howl of disbelief, I came, and came hard. Right there in my
pants, I came, still imagining Rebecca's mouth wrapped around my spastic
member. The fact that she was in plain sight, and was obviously NOT sucking
me off, made no difference at all. My mind said she was bringing me to
climax, and so I climaxed. Right there in her office, with my arms stretched
out almost comically - and right in my pants.

        Jesus.

        I stood there gasping, watching her put her top back on, hearing her
zipping up her tight black jeans. She calmly climbed down off her desk and
straightened up her clothing. I realized that I hadn't once seen a glimpse
of flesh, no matter how hard I'd intended to try.

        Of course, I'd had other things - on my mind.

        Suddenly I felt very foolish, very embarrassed, standing there with
my arms out and a huge dark stain on my pants. She sat back down and
turned to me.

        "Kevin, are you in a trance?"

        What a question. I have jism trickling down my leg and she's asking
me if I'm in a trance. Wait a minute, if I can even ask myself the question,
am I really in a trance? Had I been in a trance when she had had my arm
floating in the air the last time? I frowned, trying to sort things out.

        "I - I don't know. Like last time, I don't know. It doesn't really
FEEL like it does when you actually hypnotize me, but I can't figure out
why else I'd be doing this."

        Her eyebrows raised. "Oh, and it feels different when I hypnotize
you? How?"

        I was quite uncomfortable, with come-stained trousers and my own
seed running down my leg. But she wanted to have a conversation? This was
way beyond me. I shook my head wonderingly.

        "Damn, I don't know. I feel sort of - distant - when you hypnotize
me. I hear you but don't always understand the words, and then I wake up
and don't remember everything. Now, I mean, I'm here, talking to you, and I
know what's going on, and I know what happened - damn, this is unreal - and
I don't feel as...drowsy, as - Hell, I don't know. Can I clean this up
please?"

        She laughed, and slowly stood. My eyes fastened themselves on her
white top, still trying to picture what was underneath, to imagine what had
so recently been so exposed and yet still so out-of-sight.

        "Kevin?" Oh, that voice again. Slowly, my eyes rose to meet hers.

        "Tell me if you think you're in a trance, Kevin. Your hands are
reaching out for me, your body has reacted to your mind. You stand here
listening to my voice, watching me closely, and wondering if you'll begin to
feel drowsy, distant. Drowsy and distant. You may not understand my words.
You may not remember what has happened. And your body will still obey your
mind. The body always obeys the mind. Drowsy and distant. Do you feel drowsy
yet, Kevin? Do you feel the relaxation washing over you as my voice once
more helps you sink deep, deep, into trance? Do you feel drowsy and distant
yet, Kevin?"

        All I could hear was her voice. All I could see were my arms
reaching for her, and her eyes just beyond, watching me calmly, confident of
their ability, sure of the imminent outcome of their efforts. Did I feel
drowsy and distant? Yes.

        "...yes..."

        "Good, Kevin, very good. You are such a good hypnotic subject. In a
moment, my eyes will disappear for a moment. When they do, your tired, heavy
eyes may close and you may sink totally into a deep, relaxed, hypnotic
trance. So deep, so relaxed, so comfortable, knowing that your body always
obeys your mind."

        I was going under again, and I knew it. I could not, didn't want to,
prevent it. My entire being was attuned to her, waiting, waiting, wanting
for her to allow me to sink into trance. Of course, I didn't realize that my
cock was once again hard, again tenting my sodden slacks.

        Her eyes disappeared. For a brief instant I could have sworn that it
was because her top was coming off again, but as the darkness descended upon
me and the thinking, considering part of my brain shut down, I lost the
ability to ponder the idea. Her voice was still there, incomprehensible to
my inoperative consciousness, but clearly heard and understood by my wide-
open, totally receptive subconscious mind.

        "Kevin, it's been a pleasure working with you."

        I blinked. There she was, sitting in her chair, smiling at me. I was
back in my chair, smiling back at her. She stood and offered her hand.

        I stood as well, wondering at a slightly odd sensation, and looked
down to find the crotch of my slacks damp. I paled as all sorts of thoughts
came rushing back to me. Standing there, reaching for her, coming in my
pants as her voice guided me to an incredible climax. Had it really
happened? It must have. And now she's acting like nothing odd went on?

        "Um...Rebecca?"

        "Yes, Kevin?

        "Um...this really...this really happened, didn't it?"

        Her smile softened a bit, and she studied my face closely.

        "Yes, Kevin, it did", she said softly. "You learned a great deal
here. I believe you'll be amazed at how much of this knowledge you can use
on your own. The power of the mind is limitless, and the connection between
the body and mind is strong. You have the ability to use those connections,
to use that power. I am quite confident that you will agree that you have
gotten exactly what you wanted from our time together."

        Well, not EVERYTHING, but I couldn't very well say that, could I?
And so I smiled and nodded.

        "Kevin, the ability you have is wonderful, but you will find that it
will need refinement. You will have to learn when NOT to use the ability as
much as learn HOW to use it to it's greatest advantage."

        Huh? I didn't get it, and I said so. She smiled again.

        "I'm sure you will understand soon. You have my card if you should
some day decide to call on me again. It was nice working with you, Kevin."

        And Rebecca showed me to the door.

        All the way home, I pictured Rebecca hiding behind her chair as she
fondled her breasts and fingered herself. And I just stood there, listening
to her and coming in my pants. Damn, I better wash these when I get home,
I thought.

        At home that night, I was just taking my pants out of the wash when
I heard footsteps behind me. I wore only my boxers, which was my usual
attire when puttering late at night. I turned around, knowing who it had to
be, and it was. Ginger, my current girlfriend, who had her own key, grinned
and jumped the last few feet towards me, and gave me a kiss.

        "Hey, lover. I didn't know it was Saturday already", she joked,
pointing at the open washing machine. I grinned.

        "You wouldn't believe me if I explained it to you", I answered, only
half joking. There was a pause as she watched me toss my slacks into the
dryer. Her eyes sparkled, and I knew what she was here for.

        "Hey, lover, you busy this evening? I know a few things we can do."
She looked at me and ran her tongue slowly around her lips. I leaned against
the dryer, feeling my cock poking through the hole in my boxers, and
imagined that tongue running over something else.

        I was a bit surprised at the clarity of the image. I could see
Ginger standing there, grinning at me, and yet I also saw her kneeling at my
feet, her head moving back and forth as she gave my most important muscle a
workout. My cock twitched, and I gasped as I felt the warmth of her mouth,
the wetness of her tongue, the tightness as her lips clamped around my
bulging member. Damn, this was something. It was as if she was really doing
it, as if she was really sucking me off. And my body was reacting, too.

        I shuddered, hanging on to the dryer as my cock jerked mightily.
Ginger's eyes widened as a thick stream of jism shot out of my boxers and
hit her square on her belly. She looked down, eyes wide, at the dripping
mess. I stood there, gasping, unable to believe what I had just done - or,
rather, NOT done. It had happened by itself. And then I heard Rebecca again.

        "Kevin, the ability you have is wonderful, but you will find that it
will need refinement. You will have to learn when NOT to use the ability as
much as learn HOW to use it to it's greatest advantage."

        Ah. Now it made sense. I had to learn not to come every time my
thoughts turned to something sexual.

        Ginger looked up at me again, her face a study in astonishment.

        "God. Are you that happy to see me?"

        I nodded. Without another word, I grabbed my stunned girlfriend and
carried her into the bedroom. The hell with the laundry, and besides, now
I had to do hers, too.

        Over time, I have learned to use my ability more - discreetly.
Ginger still doesn't understand how I do some of the things I do, and to be
honest, I'm not really sure I do either.

        But I still have Rebecca's card. Maybe I'll call her again.