Hypnotic Sex Slave Ch. 5

Since I started this series I have received many very interesting emails. Sexual slavery is clearly a turn on to both men and women. Women are interested in both being the slave and the master. This story is fiction. It is based on experience and it could have happened. Enjoy the story and please vote when you finish.

See chapter two for the genesis of the story line. One of the women in this story is afraid of hypnosis unlike the previous women. Sybil came in with a women she thought was her friend for moral support. Both of them were in my office as a response to a dare by a young man they both (unknown to their conscious minds) desired. Bradley Smoot was a fraternity president who had seen my ad and dared Sybil to respond. Sybil looked like Marilyn Monroe, her friend Cheryl looked like a high fashion model. Just looking at the two women was stimulating. I decided it would be interesting to control Sybil, Cheryl and as it turned out, Bradley.

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"Mr. Lawrence, there are two women waiting for you in the waiting room. I thought there were only supposed to be one at a time?" That was my assistant Arlene who was very protective of me. I also thought I was only supposed to see one women at a time. My appointment book said Sybil Greene. I decided that two might be interesting.

"Bring them both in, Arlene."

When they walked in the door, I was captivated. These were two of the loveliest women I had ever seen. We had some lovely young women but nothing to compare to these two.

"Hello, I am Mike Lawrence. Would you please introduce yourselves?"

"I am Sybil Greene, Mr. Lawrence and this is my friend Cheryl Smoot." Sybil's voice was very melodious while being somewhat lower pitched. When she spoke she looked directly into my eyes. There was a touch of humor in her voice and eyes.

Cheryl looked at me. "Hello, Mr. Lawrence, good to meet you." That's all she said. Her voice was deep and husky. She also had a look of slight humor behind her eyes. She was very tall, about six feet and slender. She could have stepped right out of Vogue.

"I thought I was only going to meet with Sybil, to what do I owe the pleasure of having two lovely young women in my office?" They both laughed.

"I answered your ad on a dare. I brought Cheryl along to give me courage. Should we just leave?"

No way did I want them to leave. How could I turn these luscious females into sex slaves? I decided the first thing I had to do was gain their confidence. "No, I certainly don't want you to leave. I have blocked this time so we should at least complete the interview. Why did the person dare you to come here?"

"I was talking to the president of this fraternity who happens to be Cheryl's second cousin. I showed him the ad and told him I didn't believe in hypnosis." With that statement Sybil started to blush. The pink went very well with her blonde hair. I was wondering whether she was a natural blonde. Would I find out? "Bradley said he dared me to go and be a hypnosis subject. He said I could never do anything a man told me." She blushed again.

"Is that true? Could you never do anything a man told you to do?"

"Bradley thinks so. I certainly wouldn't do what he would tell me to do." She said that with petulance in her voice.

"But, he dared you to answer the ad and you did?"

She was still blushing. "I didn't think of that. He didn't think I would do it, so this is different."

I thought to myself that she was straining the logic, but who was I to complain. "Why don't you believe in hypnosis?"

"It doesn't seem possible for one person to be able to control the mind of another person without drugs? Also, I wouldn't want someone controlling me"

"My experiments are designed to take such thinking into consideration. Will you at least keep an open mind while we explore what we will do? How about you, Cheryl, since you are here will you participate in the discussion. I will pay both of you $25.00 per hour for your time participating in the experiment?"

Cheryl seemed surprised to be included. She was wearing tight jeans and a sweater. She didn't have any spare flesh. Her breasts were small and appeared very firm. It seemed like she was not wearing and didn't need a bra. She tilted her head to the left as she answered. In her deep sultry voice. "If you want me to participate, I will."

This young woman was not one to waste words.

"What do you think about hypnosis? "

"I think its real. That's one of the reasons I came along. I am always tense and I thought it might help if I get hypnotized. "

This was my break. I was fairly sure that a motivated Cheryl would be a good subject which would convince Sybil that it worked. Manny times I had used that technique to hypnotize an unwilling participant. A form of peer pressure.

"Girls, I will call you girls, because I am old enough to be your grand father." That to advance my gaining their confidence. "Is that all right?" They both giggled and nodded yes.

"All right, girls, you do know that the subject of the investigation is sex?" Again they both nodded yes. This time they were not giggling.

"How old are you girls?"

"Nineteen." They answered in unison. All that beauty in such young packages.

"What we will do now is what I call light hypnosis, to explore your ability to be good subjects. Sybil are you willing to do this?" She looked over at Cheryl. Cheryl seemed to be trying to get Sybil to go along. Sybil looked very unsure.

"I don't know, Mr. Lawrence. I really shouldn't do this. It would just be wasting your time."

"Sybil, let me be the judge of that. I am sure you will enjoy the experience. (I knew I would)."

"Mr. Lawrence are you sure that I will not inconvenience you?"

"I am sure."

"Will it cause me any problems? If I can be hypnotized does it mean I have a weak mind?"

"On the contrary, weak minded people make poor subjects. The stronger the mind, the better the subject. I have allowed the time for you and I hate to waste time. "

"You won't be disappointed if I don't get hypnotized?"

"No, I will not be disappointed?" I lied on that one.

"All right, I will do it. Just don't be disappointed."

"Cheryl you have already indicated an interest so I won't have to ask you?" She nodded.

"I have a release that you both must sign. It says that you agree that you may be hypnotized and that you understand that the subject of the research is sex. It further says that you are not depressed or know of any way that you are mentally impaired. Do you both agree?" They nodded their heads. I handed them the releases.

"You should read them." Sybil started to read her's and Cheryl just glanced at the release and signed it. It took Sybil five minutes to read it. "What does this mean where it says that I will not hold you responsible for any personality changes that I may attribute to the experience?"

"I don't know you and what your personality is like. You could leave here and decide that you have developed a personality flaw and it is my fault. I want you to understand you can't do that."

"Will I develop personality flaws because of my experience here?"

She was beginning to believe in the process. Everything I did was designed to make the subjects into believers. "I thought you said you didn't believe in hypnosis?"

"I don't, but you never know." That was the truth. "Can I wait to see what happens with Cheryl?"

"Sure, we'll start with Cheryl. Cheryl come stand in front of me?" I wanted to hypnotize her quickly and dramatically to leave an impression on Sybil. Sybil was watching very closely. I spoke very firmly and authoritatively.

"Make your body stiff. Very stiff." I put my hands on her shoulders and tipped her backwards. When I tell you your body will go limp and you will be in a deep trance. Now!" Her body went limp and I swooped her into my arms. She was completely limp. I carried her to my couch and laid her down.

Sybil was watching with wide eyes. She would not be so easy. I did not try to test the depth of trance on Cheryl. "Cheryl. When I count to three you will wake up feeling refreshed, relaxed and wonderful. When I tell you, you will go back into a deeper trance. One, two, three." Cheryl opened her eyes and smiled and stretched.

"Sybil it is your turn. Did you sign the release?"

"Cheryl, how do you feel?" Sybil looked anxiously at Cheryl as she spoke.

"Oh, Sybil I feel terrific. I have never felt so relaxed. You should do it!"

"Oh, all right, I'll do it." She took the release and signed it.

Sybil was looking like a doe caught in the headlights. Her eyes were wide and lips were quivering. I could easily lose her with the slightest misstep. "Sybil, put your head back and close your eyes. Picture yourself floating. You are floating in the clouds. Take a deep breath. Deeper, hold it! You can feel yourself falling through the clouds. Can you feel yourself floating down?"

I held my breath. This was a first test. She nodded her head yes. Not a terrific response but substantially better than nothing or worse no. "I am going to count slowly. With each number I want you to take a very deep breath and hold it. You will exhale when I tell you. With each breath your trance will get deeper." I wanted to increase her carbon dioxide and decease her oxygen. That would ad to her disorientation and make her more susceptible. It appeared to be working. I waited several seconds between each breath. She continued to follow instructions. I kept it up for almost ten minutes. While I was attempting to get control of Sybil, I turned to Cheryl. "Cheryl, sleep!" She sighed and collapsed backwards like a sack of flour.

When I was satisfied that Sybil was truly in a trance I deepened her trance. "Now your body is rising, rising, your body is floating higher and higher. As you float higher your trance deepens. Your whole body is limp and you cannot move. As much as you try you cannot move."

I thought I saw a slight attempt to try and move. Now for the big test. "I am going to wake you. You will not remember being hypnotized. You will only remember coming into my office. You will not remember Cheryl being hypnotized. When you wake you will ask me if you could try this another time. You are not in the mood. When ever I hold your left hand with my left hand you will go into an even deeper trance."

I left her there and went to Cheryl. I whispered in her ear. "You are feeling terrific. Your whole body is relaxed, you are more relaxed then you can ever remember. Do you feel good?" She nodded her head enthusiastically. I was convinced she was a terrific subject. I told her that Sybil would want to meet again later and she would go along. I then gave her the instruction about not remembering.

"When you wake up you will tell me how warm you are and pull your sweater off. When ever I grasp your left hand with my right hand you will go into an even deeper trance." Now if I just didn't get my hands mixed up. I wanted to make sure I could put both women out at the same time.

"Cheryl one two three, wake up." She opened he eyes, stretched and smiled. She then pulled her sweater over her head. I was right, no bra. Her breasts were firm and stood up. Cheryl seemed very comfortable with me looking at her breasts. I told her it was getting cooler in the office and she should put her sweater back on.

Now the final test. "Sybil, when I count to three you will waken. One, two three." Sybil opened her eyes and looked around.

"You know, Mr. Lawrence, I am not in the mood. Could we do this another time."

I took Sybil's left hand with my left hand. I want you to come to my home next Thursday at six o'clock for dinner I will give you a map. Do you agree?" She nodded. I took Cheryl's left hand with my right hand "You will come with her?" She also nodded her agreement. I gave them a printed form with my address. Now I had to condition my wife, Sally.

That evening Sally greeted me with a wonderful salmon dinner. Over dinner we were discussing our day. "Mike, I had the most interesting day. The University has this program to help seniors find jobs. I spent all day interviewing seniors about their job skills. I was really surprised at how much the seniors know." I could tell Sally was getting wound up. When ever she comes home from a day working on a project it takes her hours to unwind, unless I unwind her.

I waited until she paused in her story and walked behind her. "Sally, get up and give me a kiss."

"Oh, Mike." She stood up and turned to me. I turned her around and put my arm around her, just under her breasts. "Sally, sleep." She slumped in my arms with her head falling forward. I loved holding her this way, with her breasts in my hands and her head falling forward. Total control. I carried her to the den and put her in a large chair.

"Sally, tomorrow two young women who are involved with my research will be coming to the house. You will accept whatever they do without question. You will be pleased they are in our house and you will provide dinner for the group. When I count to three I want you to strip naked and then wake up." I counted to three and she took all of her clothes off and woke up.

She looked around. She was now naked. "Mike, you did it to me again!" She put her arms around me as I kissed her and fondled her. "Sally, give me a blow job, but stop before I cum."

She did and we had a nice night of lovemaking.

Thursday night at six o'clock we were home early. When the doorbell rang, I went to the door. Not what I expected. Standing there were three people. Sybil, Cheryl and a strapping young man.

He was six -two, two hundred twenty pounds of muscle. He had a face like Lance Armstrong.

Sybil spoke first. "We told Bradley about our meeting here and he insisted on coming along. He said he wanted to see me hypnotized."

"Hello, Mike, I'm Bradley." He stuck out his large hand. I was two inches taller than him but about forty pounds lighter. I shook his hand as he continued talking. "I have always been interested in hypnosis, I just couldn't pass up an opportunity to see it up close. I still don't think you can hypnotize Sybil, my cousin, I'm not sure."

"Bradley, you can come in but you will have to participate."

"I'd like to try."

"Well, come in all and we will have dinner. I just hope Sally has enough food." She did. We talked about hypnosis while Sally and our housekeeper served the food and cleared dishes. I noticed a tension that I did not notice in my office between the women. Bradley was oblivious. He enjoyed the dinner and contributed to the conversation.

Bradley was a psych major. He had studied hypnosis the last quarter. He had been hypnotized and didn't think it was a big deal. He remembered everything. All he did was tie his shoes and untie them and wake up and turn the lights off in the lab. I wasn't so sure. Professors usually want their subjects to remember everything. Bradley was describing some post hypnotic suggestions that he carried out. I suspected that he could be controlled and would be somnambulistic. That is he would not remember what happened while hypnotized.

"Why don't we all go into the den while Anna cleans the kitchen. Sally, you join us too, okay?"

"Sure, Mike."

I intended to put on a show hypnotizing Sally. "Sally, I want to hypnotize you first."

"Yes, Mike." I knew that she was now hypnotized. The others wouldn't realize that.

"Sally, let your whole body relax." Sally was standing next to me when I said that. Her body started to melt. Her knees buckled and her head fell forward. I lifted her up before she collapsed on the floor. I put her in a large chair. Sally was wearing a cotton dress that fit comfortably on her slender figure. Her breasts and hips were ample for her size. I found her physical attributes very satisfying.

"Sally, can you hear me?"

"Yes, Mike." Her voice sounded like she was far away.

"How do you feel?"

"Wonderful." That was said in a dreamy voice.

The three young adults were watching with fascination. "Cheryl, now it's your turn. Put your head back." She did as she was told and I could tell that she was already under.

"Let your whole body relax. Make your body totally relaxed. Think happy thoughts and as you do your trance will get deeper. As your trance gets deeper your left arm will rise. When your arm is straight up you will be in a very deep trance." This was an old show trick that I was using to impress Bradley. Her arm started to rise as I continued to talk.

"Your trance is getting deeper and deeper. You are very happy." Her arm was now straight up.

"Sybil, it's your turn."

"Mr. Lawrence, do Bradley first." She looked scared.

"Bradley, is that all right with you?"

"I really wanted to see you hypnotize Sybil, can you do her first?"

I was beginning to see problems with Sybil and I didn't want Bradley to be bothered if Sybil was a problem. "Bradley, I tell you what. Let me test you and then I will wake you and you can watch me hypnotize Sybil." Sybil was looking concerned.

"Okay, Mike, I'll go along with that."

"Bradley stand in front of me. Make your body stiff. Very stiff." Bradley was very strong and he made his body very stiff. I tilted him backwards by his shoulders, using his heels as the fulcrum. I was taking a slight risk that he would lose confidence and wake himself up. I didn't think that was his style. He was a real "macho man."

"As I tilt you can feel your self going into a trance. Your head is completely clear. The only thing you are thinking about is my voice. My voice and your body." I had him at a thirty degree angle to the floor. It would now be safe to let him collapse.

"Bradley, let your whole body go limp! Now!" In a VERY commanding tone. He collapsed completely. I held his shoulders tightly and I slowly lowered him so his butt hit the floor. His head was hanging down between my arms. He was dead weight. I lowered his shoulders allowing his head to contact the floor slowly. It was a wooden floor so his head slid backwards as I lowered his shoulders. Soon he was laid out on the floor.

Sybil was now looking terrified.

"Bradley how do you feel?"

"Excellent."

I want you to lay there and go into an even deeper trance, okay?"

"Yes."

"That means you will not see Sybil hypnotized. That is okay, yes?"

"Yes." He was in a deep trance, going even deeper. He clearly didn't feel like moving."

I looked at Sybil. She shrank back into the chair she was sitting in. This beautiful young women looked very frightened. "Sybil, what's wrong?"

"I don't want to do this. Please, I don't want to do this." She was almost crying.

"Sybil, it will make you feel good, very good." I was speaking very soothingly.

"No, please no!" She said that as I approached her. I reached for her left hand with my left hand. She shrank further back into the chair. As I started to touch her left hand she jumped up and stumbled toward the locked den door. I walked quickly to her and grabbed her left hand from the back. As I touched her hand she collapsed in a heap in front of me. I picked her up and carried her to the couch. I laid her comfortably on the couch.

I was sure that she was in a very deep trance. There was some real tension going on in her mind. "Sybil, why did you resist like that?"

"I was afraid to be controlled. I am afraid of my feelings. I didn't want anyone to control me.

"You know that you are under my control, now, correct?"

"Yes, and I like it. That is what I was afraid of."

"Why were you afraid of giving up control?"

"I have these erotic fantasies that scare me. Sex scares me. I know part of me wanted to do this and my awake self was terrified. I especially didn't want to give up my control around Bradley."