Tales of an Unethical Hypnotist Ch. 03

Sigh... I was a little frustrated. It had been days since I'd hypnotized Chani and she hadn't taken any effort to display her breasts to me. I was sure our session had gone so well; she seemed to incorporate each suggestion I had given, yet my carefully crafted hypnotic instructions had, thus far, bore no fruit.

There was one positive though. Indeed one really big positive, Chani, my eighteen year old only child, had asked me several times when we could do some more hypnosis. Between work, school and my wife's schedule, the opportunity had not yet presented itself. Tonight, however, we should finally be able to have our second session. I was certainly looking forward to it, and apparently, so was Chani.

Now, to be sure, I was disappointed. After our first session, I had expected Chani to be putting her tits on display later that same day. But, the fact that she hadn't wasn't entirely unexpected. I've been practicing hypnosis for decades, I've seen it all, and if there's anything I've learned in that time, it's that all my clients are different. I generally tell my clients not to expect to notice the hypnotherapy working for at least three sessions. Not everybody wants to hear that. People have been conditioned, by the fictionalized hypnosis portrayed on TV, that hypnosis is magic.

Now look, I'll be the first person to tell you that the results of hypnotherapy can absolutely be magical, but... it's not magic. I can't tell you how many people come into my office after having been in therapy for ten, fifteen, even twenty-five years, having spent countless hours of their time and tens of thousands of dollars of their money. But, when I suggest that it may take as long as ten whole weeks to overcome their issue... well, that's just not good enough.

Sorry, I got a little sidetracked there. I know you're not reading this to listen to me bitch about my business. Let's get back to what happened with my daughter.

As I was saying, I wasn't totally surprised that she hadn't responded to my suggestions. Different people react differently though, and I have a whole toolbox full of tricks and techniques to break through those barriers. It just takes time and a little patience.

The past few days weren't a total bust, however. (Ha, no pun intended!) My daughter's behavior had changed, and those changes were, seemingly, permanent.

Firstly she was still responding to the initial commands that I had unintentionally installed, "Time to work, Chani," and "Time to play, Chani."

Secondly, she was continuing to call me daddy while being more overly affectionate than usual. Nothing untoward, just long hugs and kisses on the cheek. The first couple days she seemed to be a little unnerved by her own use of the diminutive phrase of daughterly affection, "daddy." In short order though its use became second nature and she no longer paid it any attention.

I hadn't had a lot of time alone with her, usually just an hour or two in the later afternoon. Over the past couple of days, I had used her trigger phrase, "Time to play, Chani," when she arrived home from school. As before she would begin acting like my little girl and run off to change into her old, ill-fitting clothes. I did so enjoy the lack of bra and the magnificent sight that afforded me, but it wasn't intentional on her part. She wasn't trying to show off to me; indeed she seemed oblivious to it.

Of course, I had also been using the counter-phase, "Time to work, Chani." I would let her play with her toys or watch TV until it was about time for my wife, Marsha, to get home. Then I would give her the phrase, and she would act a little confused, hed back to her room, and change into her regular clothes. I was particularly curious to see how she would respond to this transition between her child-like and adult versions. Once back in her typical attire she seemed oblivious to anything unusual that may have happened.

Such a response isn't unheard of. In fact, it's pretty common. Our brains are really good at ignoring things that just don't fit into our worldview. And Chani's mind, "time to work" Chani specifically, seemed happy just to pretend that the "time to play" Chani didn't even exist.

Having observed and contemplated all these events over the past few days, I was very much looking forward to getting Chani back into trance tonight and seeing what we could accomplish. Marsha was working a double shift at the hospital today, so I could take my time.

To my excitement, during dinner, Chani brought up the possibility of having our second hypnosis session.

"Dad, do you think we could do some more hypnosis tonight? I could really use it."

"Sure, honey," I replied. "Anything particular going on, or just the same stress we talked about a few days ago?"

"Mostly the same stuff," Chani responded. "Jessica is still mad at me. It's been extra hard the past few days with her avoiding me."

"I'm really sorry to hear about Jessi," I said genuinely sorrowful. "I know you two will get through this, even if it doesn't feel like it right now. After your homework's done, we'll do some hypnosis and get you feeling better. Okay?"

Chani helped me clean up after dinner then headed off to her room to focus on her homework. Similarly, I sat down at the desk in my home office and got to work myself. People seem to hold the illusion that being an entrepreneur means easy money and little work with endless amounts of time off. If only!. Being your own boss is great, don't get me wrong, but I couldn't tell you the last time I worked less than a sixty-hour work week.

A couple hours later a soft knock on my door signaled Chani's presence.

"I'm done with my homework, daddy."

"Okay, sweetheart. I'm just about done here. Tell you what, why don't you get ready for bed. That way when we're finished with hypnosis you can just drift off to sleep. That's usually how I do it with your mother," I suggested.

"You hypnotize mom?" she asked, a little surprised.

"Oh yeah, all the time. Well, not all the time, but it's not uncommon," I informed my daughter.

"What for?" she asked, seeming genuinely interested.

"It's been different things over the years, I guess. Mostly for stress though. Like I told you the other day, it's pretty common. Go get ready for bed. I'll meet you in your room in fifteen minutes," I said, ending the conversation and turning back to my work.

Fifteen minutes later it was my turn to knock, this time at my daughter's bedroom door.

"Come in," came her reply.

I pushed open the door and stepped inside. Chani was sitting cross-legged on her bed, dressed in her pajamas. She had washed her face and removed her makeup, all ready for bed.

Good. It was still relatively early. Once she was in trance, I'd have plenty of time to work with her before it got too late.

I sat down on the bed next to her. "So, last time we did some traditional hypnotic induction stuff, counting down and stairways and whatnot. Remember?" I asked Chani.

"Yeah, I remember something about a stairway, and then I remember waking up," she replied.

"Good, good, that's pretty standard. Today I'm going to do things just a little bit differently. Now, we're still going to focus on relieving the stress and helping you feel really great, but before that, I'm going to spend a little more time on creating the hypnosis," I said rather matter of factly.

"Umm, okay. Why?" came Chani's slightly hesitant reply.

"Well, hypnosis is like anything else; the more you practice, the better you get at it. What we're going to do is to practice going in and out of hypnosis a few times. That way, next time we have a session, you can go in real quick, and we can spend more time getting you feeling fantastic and less time talking about stairways. Make sense?" I explained.

"Yeah, makes sense. What do I need to do?" she questioned. The apprehension was gone from her voice.

"Just like last time. Listen to my voice and follow along. Ready?" I asked. She nodded her reply.

"Then take a deep breath...," I began.

Over the next fifteen or twenty minutes, I guided my daughter into a hypnotic trance then brought her back out multiple times. With each induction, I helped to guide her deeper and deeper. On the third or fourth time I implanted a simple trigger, "Chani, each time I and only I say the phrase, 'Deep Sleep, Chani' you will instantly return to this deep, relaxing, calm, and safe hypnotic state." I repeated the instruction a few times then once again brought her out of hypnosis.

She opened her eyes and took a deep breath and smiled up at me.

"How do you feel?" I asked.

"Good, relaxed. I..." she started, but before she could continue, I cut her off by uttering the trigger.

"Deep sleep, Chani." Instantly she slumped back down, returning to the hypnotic state.

Repetition is crucial in hypnosis, so again I brought her out of trance then dropped her back in using the trigger. Afer several successful attempts, I added something else.

"Chani, this time when I bring you out of hypnosis you will have no memory of being hypnotized today. I just came into your room and sat down a moment ago. You are excited to get started." I was really interested to see how she responded to this suggestion. It usually worked with people as deep as she was now, but she hadn't responded to all my instructions from our first session. I repeated my instructions a couple more times and once again brought her out of hypnosis.

She opened, then blinked her eyes a few times, seemed slightly disorientated but quickly recovered. Then, before she could give it much thought, I interrupted her with a question.

"How are you feeling, honey?" I asked. It was a simple question, but also somewhat devious. If she did remember being hypnotized, it was a reasonable question to ask her when just coming out of hypnosis, as I had already done several times this evening. If, on the other hand, she really did believe that I had just now walked into her bedroom and sat down, it was also a perfectly reasonable question to ask.

"Good. Excited, I guess. I'm just ready to get started," she replied.

"Excellent. Any questions before we begin?" I asked. This really was excellent, she seemed to have no conscious memory of the nearly 30 minutes of hypnosis that we'd already done tonight. I wasn't quite sure how I would use that, but it was good to know it worked.

She shook her head, "No."

So I continued, "Okay, take a deep breath and... 'deep sleep, Chani.'"

Instantly she was back under, and deep. I really did want to help her stress, so we began as we had done a few days prior. I got her repeating her "mantra" as it where, "I feel so... relaxed, calm, free, good."

As she repeated the phrases over and over something very interesting happened. She began to tilt her head back just a little and thrust out her breasts.

"Hmm, how strange," I thought to myself. In our first session, I had tried to link the idea of showing her breasts to me with feeling relaxed, calm, free and good. Apparently what I achieved was the opposite? Maybe, I wasn't sure. But because she was now feeling those things she seemed to want, at least on a subconscious level, to show off her boobs for me.

At the moment I didn't know what to do with this information. I filed it away as I was sure it would come in handy later. Regardless I already had a plan for tonight, and I didn't want to be sidetracked. But... plan or no I was enjoying the view as my daughter continued thrusting out her substantial bosom for my viewing pleasure. She even began swaying her shoulders back and forth a little just to give them the slightest jiggle.

Shit, I was getting hard. One step at a time though. I couldn't rush things, so I took a couple of deep breaths and tried to divert some blood flow back to my brain.

The mantra was really working, and Chani must have been feeling just fantastic. I could tell because her hands reached down to the hem of her shirt and began to work it up slowly. First, her belly button came into view and just as I got the barest glimpse of "underboob" I interrupted my daughter, "Okay Chani. Stop repeating the phrases and take a deep breath."

She complied, but her shirt remained lifted for a few moments. Eventually, her hands slowly dropped it back into place, and her posture relaxed. The show was over... for now.

"Chani, in a moment I'm going to count to 5 and when I do you will return to waking consciousness, fully awake. When returning to waking consciousness, it will be 'time to play, Chani.'" I instructed, placing emphasis on her trigger phrase.

I then continued, "Before I do though pay close attention to what I say. When you awake it will be 'time to play, Chani,'" I again emphasized. "But, even though it's 'time to play, Chani' you feel very sad. You feel very sad because school was very hard today. School was very hard today, and it made you sad. Your daddy, who loves you very much, is sitting next to you on your bed because you just finished telling him all about how sad you feel."

I repeated this scenario twice more to make sure it had sunk into her mind then I counted to 5, bringing her out of trance.

As expected she looked momentarily confused, but before she could focus on that confusion, I quickly interrupted, "Chani, " I started a little forcefully to grab her attention, "I'm sorry that you're feeling so sad. I'm glad that you told me all about it. As your daddy, I will always be here to listen to your troubles, and I will always help you feel better. You understand that don't you, that you can always share your troubles with daddy and that daddy will always help you feel better."

"I guess," she responded.

"Good, let me hear you say it," I said with just enough authority in my voice to help overcome any objections.

"Umm, you will always be here to listen to why I'm sad? And you will always help me feel better?" She questioned.

"That's right. Repeat it, but this time believe it because it's true," I instructed.

She did, this time instead of it being a question she stated it as a fact, but quickly followed up with, "I still feel really sad, daddy. Can you help?"

"You know sweetheart, everybody feels sad like this sometimes. It's a form of stress, and daddy specializes in helping people feel better when they're sad or stressed. In fact, I bet you even know how I help, can you guess?" I asked as I began leading the conversation.

And a strange conversation it was. The person sitting in front of me would soon be graduating high school and moving away to university. She was confident, accomplished and mature. She was an adult in mind and body... and oh what a body it was. Even so at this very moment, I was having this conversation with someone who acted like a much younger version of my daughter. Her posture, facial expressions, and words seemed so immature.

It caused me to hesitate, to feel guilty even. But I reminded myself, that the affectation of youth was just a temporary illusion. Chani was a woman, physically and mentally, this was just... well it was just like role-playing. Temporary, a form of emotional venting, a game.

Baring that in mind I was able to continue, "Honey? Any guesses as to how I sometimes help people? I'll give you a hint. Just like you came home from school very stressed today, your mom often comes home from work very stressed. How do I help your mom when she comes home from work all stressed out?"

She began looking up, searching her memory, "Umm, you say nice things to her?"

"That's true my beautiful, special, amazing princess, whom I love dearly. Sometimes I say nice things. What else?" I prompted.

She smiled a little then said, "You give her a big hug." This time it was a statement, not a question.

"Of course I do," I said spreading my arms wide and pulling her close. "And..." I said giving her a fatherly kiss on the forehead, "I kiss her. How's that, Chani? Do you feel all better?"

"Yeah daddy, I feel all better," she said rather unconvincingly.

"You know honey, I can only help if you're completely honest," I responded reassuringly.

"Well, I do feel better, a bit, but I'm still sad," she admitted after a moment obviously concerned that she might hurt my feelings.

"Hmm, well I guess we're going to have to break out the big guns. I do have one more, extra special, extra powerful technique for making you feel better. Just follow along. Okay?" I asked.

"Okay...?" she responded, unsure.

Gently and lovingly I then took her face in my hands, leaned forward and kissed her lips.

This was it. Thus far, everything tonight has gone 100% according to plan, but this moment could make or break it all.

In hypnosis, there is a common, and powerful technique which is based on a simple principle. The idea is that who we are in the present moment, how we think, how we act, what we believe, is nothing more than the inevitable expression of all our past experiences stacked on top of each other. Therefore in order to modify present behavior, it can sometimes work to alter the perception of past events.

Sometimes that means modifying real memories, removing the emotional impact, or looking at them through your older and wiser eyes. Other times, however, it means creating completely fabricated memories.

There's a lot to this process, and I can't get into all the details here, but by going back into someone's past and giving them a false memory, usually of having some additional, beneficial resource, the subconscious then acts as if they had that resource from that moment forward. It becomes part of who they are in the present moment. It's incredibly powerful, but like most subconscious tools and techniques it doesn't work on everyone.

I was reminded of this technique while observing my daughter over recent days. She seemed to be bringing some of the behaviors she was exhibiting as "time to play Chani" into her normal, adult life. I wondered if she was experiencing a modified version of that "timeline" memory technique. And, keeping that in mind, I formulated my plan for this evening.

As I said though what happened next could potentially ruin everything. On the plus side I was reasonably sure that if this step went horribly wrong, Chani wouldn't remember it. That thought emboldened me.

Chani didn't seem to respond to my initial kiss. Which was probably a good sign. I didn't want her freaking out. The kiss itself wasn't too remarkable. I had kissed her many times before, even on the lips, but those we quickly fatherly pecks or, much more rare, big playful and silly smooches. This kiss was something new, gentle, loving and held just long enough to imply romantic without coming on too strong.

Chani accepted the kiss and even returned it, though I could sense her become a little unsure as I held it a beat or two longer than might be normal. She was likely a little confused, and at this moment, confusion was my friend.

When overwhelmed, overloaded or confused, the prefrontal cortex (the conscious mind) has a tendency to freeze up and cede control of the body to the older, more primitive, more instinctual parts of the brain. That is precisely what I wanted to happen. Chani's conscious mind was already a bit overloaded by having to create and maintain this alternate, younger persona. Further, the forty minutes of going in and out of hypnosis helped add to that overload. And now, with the confusion of this not quite fatherly kiss, her brain was ready for a break, to just allow instinct to take over.

So, while the temporary persona of "time to play Chani" was one of youth, the reality was that Chani was, in fact, long past puberty, a woman with all the hormones of your average high school senior. In a nutshell, regardless of affected persona, her body was instinctually and chemically primed for sex.