Whore Time for You

I've been interested in hypnosis since I saw a demonstration on TV as a teen. The hypnotist asked for a volunteer from the audience to serve as a test subject. He selected a young woman from the first row. He explained that he would put her into a deep trance and then give her suggestions that she would act out once she was awakened. She willingly agreed.

He asked her to take a seat on a comfortable chair. Instead of swinging a pocketwatch on a chain, he used a little spiral disk that rotated slowly to produce a whirlpool effect. He cautioned the cameraman not to show the disk on the TV screen because he didn't want to hypnotize the viewing audience. After a few moments, the girl's chin fell forward onto her chest. She was under. Then the hypnotist said calmly, "When you awaken you will feel very cold. And you will ask me for my jacket. Do you understand?" She nodded slowly.

The hypnotist snapped his fingers and she became fully awake. She looked around the stage for a moment and then started shivering. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"It's freezing in here," she responded. "Can I have your jacket?" she asked between chattering teeth.

The audience rumbled with laughter and applause. Then the hypnotist said, "Now, when I count to three and snap my fingers you will awaken. You will feel fine, but you won't remember anything that happened while you were hypnotized. Do you understand?" She nodded. "Ok, one, two, three," he counted as he snapped his fingers.

The subject immediately awoke, and inspected the jacket she was wearing. She shrugged and said, "Who's jacket is this?" Again the audience showed their approval.

Now, there are those who feel hypnotism is a hoax and the subjects are really just part of the act. But I did some research and found that many people can be hypnotized. Hypnotism really works. Not on all subjects maybe, but on those who are willing participants. You can't force someone into a hypnotic trance against their will, but you can easily induce a trance-like state in willing subjects.

That night I had a dream that I was a hypnotist. In my dream I selected a sexy volunteer from the audience. I put her into a trance with the same technique demonstrated on TV. Then I whispered in her ear, "When you awaken you will take off your blouse. Then you will unhook your bra and tease your nipples until they are hard and erect. Do you understand?" I awakened the subject, she started to unbutton her blouse, but before she could take it off, the alarm buzzer sounded, and I startled awake. The dream seemed so real, like I was really there. But the subject had vanished. The only thing that remained was my raging hard-on.

I had many other dreams like that one. Each was slightly different. But after I awoke (always with a woody) I vowed to learn the art of hypnotism. I wondered if I could use hypnotism to suggest (and give) complete sexual satisfaction to a female. I checked out a few books at the library and bought one of those swirling, spiral disks at a magic shop. I had the hypnotic technique down in just a few days.

A few months later I went to a neighborhood bar for a beer. I met a gal who was a student at the local college. She was divorced and had gone back to business school to update her job skills. She was very attractive with long brown hair, brown eyes, and legs that went all the way from her ass to the sidewalk. We chatted about the courses she was taking and then she asked me what I did in my spare time. I said I had many interests, one of which was hypnotism.

"Really?" she said. "I went to a hypnotist to help me quit smoking."

"Did it work?" I asked curiously.

"Yeah, I stopped smoking that day and never started up again. I hate cigarettes now."

"Hypnosis works if you are a willing subject, but it can't make you do things you don't want to do," I explained. "So, you must have wanted to quit smoking all along."

"I'd tried the gum and patches and all the rest, but nothing worked until I went to the hypnotist," she continued. "I really believe it helped me quit."

A blonde girl came up to the bar. She was wearing hipster jeans and a low-cut top that accented her ample cleavage. "Don't let her bullshit you," she interjected. "She only quit because her boyfriend wanted her to."

"Ex-boyfriend," the brunette corrected. "This is my friend, Kim," she said by way of introduction.

We introduced ourselves. "My name is Jason," I announced as the stunning brunette introduced herself as Donna, and the sexy blonde as Kim. After the introductions were out of the way, Kim continued. "I don't believe in hypnotism," she said. "It's just a cheap party trick."

"That's what I thought, too," I countered. "But it really works."

"Oh yeah," Kim said brashly. "If it works so good, why don't you prove it by hypnotizing someone right now."

"I would, but I can't do it here. It's too noisy, and I don't have my equipment. If you want to go to my place, I'll give you a demonstration of how it works."

Kim and Donna looked at each other and smiled. Finally Kim said, "OK, write down your address and we'll meet you there in about an hour."

Now, I've been around the block a few times, so I knew that the odds of them showing up were slim-to-none. It wasn't exactly like being told they would meet me at the Statue of Liberty at midnight, but close. But for some reason I felt I'd piqued their curiosity, so I left for my apartment to get everything set up.

An hour went by and then another. I'd just about given up when the doorbell rang.

"Surprise!" the girls shouted in unison.

"I figured you weren't going to show," I said.

Kim and Donna laughed, "After you left, we played pool with a couple of guys," Kim said by way of excuse. "But Donna insisted we stop on the way home to see if you were for real."

A moment later, a guy joined the two girls on the stoop. "And this is Jim," Kim continued. "He's our, well, bodyguard."

"That won't be necessary," I assured them with a smile. "But you're all welcome to participate in the session." I ushered them into the living room where I'd set up the hypnotizing equipment.

"I kept telling Donna that this was a waste of time," Kim said. "That you were a quack. But she wanted to find out for real."

"I didn't say you were a quack," Donna protested. "I said hypnotism worked for me, but I don't know if it works for everybody."

"Well, we'll soon find out," I said. "Who wants to be the subject?"

Kim quickly pointed at Donna. "She's going to do it. Jim and I are here to make sure you don't pull any funny business while she's under," Kim said coolly.

I instructed Donna to make herself comfortable in the chair that I'd positioned in front of the rotating spiral. Kim took a seat on the sofa near Donna. "Now, I want you to relax. I'm going to put you into a trance-like state."

"Hey man, you got any beer?" Jim interrupted. I directed him toward the refrigerator in the kitchen.

"Now, Donna," I continued, "sit in the chair and start to relax. Focus on the rotating spiral. Just start with your feet and let yourself relax. Let all the tension go as you relax more and more, deeper and deeper, just heavy, and comfortable, and relaxed.

And then let the relaxation flow upwards, upwards into your calves, so heavy and
comfortable, so completely relaxed. Your feet and your calves just heavy and
comfortable, heavy and comfortable, completely relaxed.

Now let the relaxation move upwards, upwards into your waist. Your waist and
legs just heavy and comfortable, and so very relaxed. Just listening and
obeying as you relax more and more, deeper and deeper, more and more completely
relaxed, so heavy and comfortable, so completely relaxed, just sinking down
deeper and deeper, more and more comfortable as you listen to my voice and
relax.

Now let your breathing begin to slow. In... and out... in... and out... as you
relax deeper and deeper, more and more completely, just listening as you relax
further and further, deeper and deeper, more and more completely relaxed.

Now feel the relaxation again move upwards, up your neck and into your face.
Let your face relax as your whole body relaxes more and more completely,
allowing yourself to sink deeper and deeper and deeper and more relaxed. Just let yourself drift downwards now, down into a deep, comfortable trance.

I'm going to count downwards, downwards from 5 to 1, and when I reach 1 you
will be in a deep, obedient trance.

5, sinking deeper now, spiraling downwards, downwards into trance.

4, so deep and obedient, so totally relaxed, just concentrate on my voice as I
lead you deeper and deeper, further and further into trance.

3, very, very deep and going deeper, deeper and more obedient as you listen and
obey and relax.

2, so deep and obedient, so very, very relaxed. We're approaching 1 now, and
when I say it you will be completely relaxed and obedient.

1, you are completely obedient and relaxed, listening only to my voice, as you
obey, sink down deeper and deeper into a trance with every word."

As I said the number 1, Donna's head slumped forward. She was in a deep trance. I was about to confirm to Kim that Donna was under when I noticed that Kim's head had also slumped over.

Jim came back into the room with his beer. He quickly noticed that both Donna and Kim were out like a light. "Hey man, what happened?" he asked. "Did they fall asleep?"

"Looks like Kim isn't as immune to hypnotic suggestions as she thinks," I explained. "She went under, too."

"Now what are we going to do?" Jim asked in a confused tone.

"I told them that I was going to give them suggestions that would heighten their sexual response. But I can't make them do anything they don't want to do, and I wouldn't if I could, but I can suggest all kinds of things. If they are susceptible to my suggestions, they'll do it."

"What kind of things?" Jim asked stilled unclear.

"I could suggest they act like a prim and proper librarian upon my command, for example. Or like a ballet dancer or a robot," I explained. "I can suggest anything, really."

Jim thought for a moment. "Hey, how about a hooker. A slutty, little tramp. Can you get them to act like that?" Jim asked with a wry smile.

"Jim, I like the way you think. I've always wanted to try that. Let's do it."

I turned my attention back to Donna who was still in a trance-like state in the chair in front of me. Kim had not moved from her position on the couch. I decided to focus my efforts on Donna. I'd just have to see if Kim would respond to my suggestions also.

"Donna," I said in a soft voice. "I'm going to give you some orders now...
You will obey them... They are completely natural for you to do...
You will enjoy them... As you have choosen to...
You are in my control... totally deep, obedient and relaxed...
From now on when you hear the words "Whore Time For You"...
You will immediately become a cheap and slutty woman...
Who sells herself to whomever wants her...
You will dress in appropriate clothing....
short skirts, tight pants, tight clothing,
things to let people know what you are...
And whoever says the words, 'Whore Time for You' is obviously your pimp...
And can ask whatever they want of you...
But first you will dress appropriately...
heavy makeup, high heels, tight clothing, things that show off your body....
And let everyone know exactly what you are...
And once you are done dressing for your pimp,
you will do whatever he tells you, after all you are his whore,
his cheap little slutty whore..."

"As soon as you hear "Whore Time For You",
you will immediately become a whore....
Ready to sell yourself to whomever has the price, whomever will pay,
and you will give yourself willingly to your pimp...
That is what you are, that is what you will become more and more,
Each time the trigger, "Whore Time for You" will become stronger and stronger...
more and more easy to obey, more and more natural...
And you will stay as a whore until he tells you to "Revert to Normal"
When he tells you to "Revert to Normal"...
You will return to your normal self,
and will not notice any discrepancies in your clothing,
or anything else you would find normally odd.
You will simply assume to yourself that you were dressing for some
interesting occassion,
And change back to whatever you normally would wear...
But between the time the trigger is spoken and when you are told to
revert, you will be a whore, a hooker, a lady of the evening, a tramp...
You will dress accordingly, and you will behave accordingly...
You will sell yourself, if that is what your pimp tells you to do.

You are a simple street whore....
You sell yourself on the street....
If you do not know how much to ask, your pimp will tell you...
He's in charge, and you give him whatever percentage he wants...
You are just a cheap little hooker, a whore, a very loose woman...
You will do whatever it takes...
To show your body off, tease men, make them hard for you, make them want you,
You need them and want them, and can't get by without them...
Just a cheap little whore...
And a good, obedient girl as well...

You enjoy listening to the sound of my voice....
You will listen and obey again and again...
But you will not remember what you where like when you are normal,
nor what it is like to be normal when you're a whore.
They are two separate identities.
Each of them exists in their own real way.
When you are a whore you will not remember your normal identity,
And when you are in your normal identity you will not remember what it was
like to be a whore.
But you accept the commands, totally and utterly,
You want them and embrace them, you enjoy the transformation...
It makes you feel very sexy and alive, and you enjoy your whore time...

And whenever "Whore Time For You" is said,
You will immediately turn into a street whore, a hooker,
And when you are told to "Revert to Normal", you will do that as well,
Totally awakened and unaware of what you did..."

I looked at Jim who seemed mesmerized by my voice. "Can you think of anything else to add?" I asked.

"Wow, do you think they'll do it, Doc?"

"Let's see," I said eagerly. "When I awaken them, you take Kim into the other room and give her the post-hypnotic trigger and I'll stay in here with Donna."

"Now, Donna, at the count of three you will awaken. You will feel alert and fine. One, two, three."

At the sound of my voice, both Donna and Kim awakened fully. They looked around the room and then Kim said, "Well shit, when are you going to get started."

I explained that I'd already put Donna under, and given her the suggestions. "Jim, why don't you and Kim go into the other room, while I give Donna the post-hypnotic trigger. I'll tell you when to return."

I turned to face Donna who was still sitting in the chair. "How do you feel?" I asked.

"Great. Very rested."

"Good. Do you feel like continuing? Do you still want to explore with me?" I asked.

"Yes. More than ever."

"Very good. Since you still want to proceed, it's 'Whore Time for You' now," I said in a confident voice.

Donna got up from the chair. "Do you want me to go to work tonight?" she asked.

"Yes, I have a customer for you."

"Then I need to get ready," Donna said. She went into the bathroom and closed the door. A few minutes later she returned.

"I'm not going to wear a bra tonight," she said seductively. "The johns like seeing my nipples through my blouse. These babies are my best advertising," she said as she pushed up her tits in a suggestive, slutty way. Donna had also put on more makeup and teased her hair. The transformation was amazing. "I shaved my pussy this morning. Is nice and smooth. Do ya wanna see?" Donna asked.

"I have a customer for you," I told Donna. "He's waiting for you in the next room."

"What does he want? Full service?" she asked.

"I don't know. You'll have to ask him when he gets here. I'll see if he's arrived, yet?" I went into the other room to see how Jim and Kim were getting along. Donna pulled out a lipstick and touched up her makeup.

Kim's appearance had also changed. Her tits strained against her tight top. Like Donna, she had applied more makeup and redone her hair into a more-appropriate slutty tease. When I entered the room she smiled at Jim and said, "Is this him?"

"I did like you told me," Jim said, "and told her it was 'Whore Time for You'. She thinks you're her trick." I informed Jim of the same, and told him Donna was waiting for him in the next room. Then I turned my attention to Kim.

"Are you Jim's girl?" I started.

"I'm your date, if that's what you mean," Kim said in a sexy voice as she traced the plunging neckline of her top with her finger. "What do you want?"

"How much is a blowjob?" I asked.

"Jim charges $100 for a blowjob from me. A handjob is $50."

"That's a lot of money for a blowjob."

"That's cause I'm worth it," Kim said with a sexy smile. She paused while she looked me over. "I'll fuck you, if you want."

"How much is that?" I asked.

"$500"

"Are you a good fuck?" I asked continuing in my role as her trick.

"I've never had a complaint," Kim said confidently. "Besides, Jim don't give refunds. How 'bout if I suck your cock while you eat my pussy, and then you can fuck me any way you want," she said as if the trick was a done deal. Kim unbuttoned her tight top and slowly released her big boobs. She teased each nipple slowly as they puckered into little nubs. "You like my tits, don't you?"

"How can you tell?"

"You've got a bulge in your pants, already," she said. Kim stood up and slid her hipster jeans down over her tight ass and stood before me in a pair of thong panties. Her bigs tits and tight butt made my cock strain against my zipper. "Feel 'em, if you want," she said as her hand caressed the bulge in my crotch.

"You've got really nice tits," I admitted as I hefted them gently. I licked one of the nipples, which caused Kim to gasp softly. She allowed me to suck on her nipples for a few seconds, and then proceeded to release my cock by pulling my zipper down in one smooth motion. She stroked it with her hand. I licked and sucked her tits harder as her hand worked its magic on my swollen member.

Kim unfastened my pants and pushed them to the floor as I pulled my shirt over my head. I kicked the heap of clothes to the side as she dropped to her knees and stroked my cock harder. Her mouth hovered over the head of my shaft. "Hmmm, I love sucking cock," she said.

"Suck it like a slut," I urged.

"I'm your little street slut," Kim gasped. She stroked my cock a few more times and then put the swollen head in her mouth. "I'm going to suck you real good," she promised. "Just like Jim told me."

"Oh baby, that feels so damn good," I moaned. "Take it all the way into your mouth." She did as I asked and then proceeded to give me the best oral ever. Long slow licks with her tongue followed by taking the whole length into her wet mouth. My cock was rock hard after only a few minutes of her slurping tongue dance.

"Ok, now it's your turn," I said. I urged her mouth off my cock and backed her onto a nearby sofa. She put her ass on the edge of the couch and spread her legs to fully expose her pussy. She teased her clit by rubbing it in little circles with the tips of her fingers. I knelt on the floor and spread her pussy lips with my fingers. The smooth pink color of her pussy glistened with her juices. "Are you a hot little slut?" I asked.

"I'm so hot for you, baby," she moaned as she continued to massage her clit. "I'm such a slut. I want you to eat my pussy. Eat me good and don't stop 'til I fuckin' tell you."