The Hypnotist

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partyfairy
partyfairy
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My friend Amber had bought me tickets to see a local hypnotist. I was a complete non believer; I say was because what happened to me would make anyone believe.

The show itself was pretty non eventful, quite funny in places but nothing absolutely amazing. Yes he made people do silly things, he even did some magic and a couple of fortune telling tricks, but I still wasn't convinced it couldn't all be done with a bit of clever trickery or placement of people in the audience. After the show we went and had a drink in the bar and it was then that the evening really got interesting.

Crys, the hypnotist, approached us. Deep in conversation we didn't notice him silently approach until he was standing right at our table. He extended a hand to me and introduced him self, taking it I felt it was cold against my heat, "Hi, I am Ella; I thought the show was great!" He shook my hand, gripping his icy fingers around me, my hand feeling small and frail in his.

"You did not." He replied with a smile, I was taken aback, not realising I was such a bad liar. "That is fine; I do not expect everyone who comes to see me to believe in the power of hypnosis; that would make life very dull indeed." The smile never left his lips, and his eyes, unrealistically blue held my gaze, making it impossible to look away. "All I ask is that you give me the opportunity to prove to you that hypnotism is very real." A dramatic pause, "If you trust me that is."

And so I agreed, Amber so more excited than I was and buzzed around asking questions, giggling and being totally star struck by what was happening. We had moved to a smaller room off the side of the main bar area, just the three of us. After finishing our drinks Crys asked Amber to step outside. His excuse? He didn't think I could concentrate or fully relax with an 'audience' present. I was wary but was assured that Amber would be right outside, the door would not be locked and if at any point I became scared I could ask and Amber would be brought in.

He positioned me in a wooden upright chair. A small throw had been placed over the main seat and back to make it more comfortable and a step was placed under my feet in order to keep my legs comfortable and at right angles. Crys asked me to place my hands on the wooden arm rests and look up at the ceiling. Keeping my eyes open.

I rested my head back against the top of the back-rest. It was cushioned by the throw and was surprisingly comfortable. The ceiling was off white, almost yellow in colour in places presumably from the hundreds, possibly thousands of cigarettes smoked there over the past years. While I was staring, wondering how many cigarettes had caused the disgusting swirling patterns I was aware Crys was talking.

"Keep your eyes open, do not let them close. Concentrate on a spot on the ceiling, concentrate, do not let your eyes close." His voice was so smooth, calming and even. The sound of his voice seeming to follow the swirl of the stench on the ceiling, my eyes beginning to feel like they wanted to close, heavy as if I was more tired than I had been before.

"Keep your eyes open, even if they feel heavy and you begin to feel tired, do not close your eyes." He knew what was happening to me. I felt as though my limbs were becoming heavy, and yet it felt simultaneously that they were light as air. I could barely feel them. "Are your eyes now closed Ella?" He asked.

"Yes." I answered, not that I had been aware of it prior to the question being asked.

"Can you lift your right hand for me, Ella?" It was more of a command than a question, but I did as I was asked, I did the same when asked with my left hand.

"Ella, when I tell you too you are going to slowly bring your head forward to face me, when commanded you will open your eyes and look at me. Then you will close your eyes again and you will not be able to open them, even if you want to. Do you understand Ella?"

"Yes." I replied again. I didn't even think about the question before answering, I just knew I would do what ever he wanted.

"Ella, look at me." His voice was slow, exact, and beautiful. I did as I was told. Slowly my head came forward and my eyes opened, it was almost involuntary. I looked across at him. Sat in front of me on a similar chair, Crys sat looking back at me. There was about a foot between our knees, I watched mesmerized as he slowly bent towards me. "Ella, now close your eyes." I did so, there was a pause. "I want you to lift both of your hands from the arms of the chair now."

I did so. My elbows resting on the wood, my hands raised upwards, palms facing him.

"When I tell you to lower them and your palms reach the wood you will be unable, even if you want to, to be able to lift them or move them. Do you understand Ella?"

"Yes."

"Ella, lower your arms please." As I did so they felt remarkably weighted, as if tied to the chair. But I did not panic, I felt completely relaxed, at ease. It is strange looking back just how relaxed I did feel given the circumstances, but then I guess that is what hypnosis is all about.

As I sat there I could hear Crys talking but wasn't really listening to him, his words felt like feelings rather than sounding like words, more emotive than talking, like poetry or song; I slipped deeper under his spell as I sat totally at his mercy. "Open your eyes Ella; I want you to see me."

I did as I was told and looked at him, sat as he had been before opposite me, close but not touching. "Can you see I am not touching you?" I answered with a nod. "Can you feel me touching you?" I shook my head. "Who is touching you Ella?"

Confused by the question I answered, "No one is touching me." There was no one else in the room, the chair I was in had its back to the wall, I could see around me, we were alone and he defiantly was not touching me.

"Where are you being touched Ella?" His questions seemed not to relate to what I was seeing. Then I felt it, a soft touch, like a feather, or a breath, across my left cheek.

"My face, I can feel something on my face!" I was startled; I could see there was nothing there.

"Good, now try to stay calm Ella, focus on the feeling, where is it now?" I tried to focus on the feeling, not what it was and felt it moving from my face to my neck.

"My neck." I began to relax again as the feeling grew, it felt as if I was being kissed. Slow, gentle kisses up and down the side of my neck; I could feel the heat of them, their moisture, and the slightest nip of the teeth behind the lips. The phantom lips kissed their way down to my collar bone, as they did I felt a whisper of a touch on my hands. I was still facing forwards and could see Crys, he wasn't touching me, and I could see him, his hands a mirror image of my own holding onto the wooden arms, on his face a small, almost undetectable smile.

The feeling on my hands intensified, I could now feel fingers. They stroked in circles round and round on the backs of my hands, then down to my fingers. Up and down they stroked, touching my finger tips and up the sides between my fingers. Slowly I felt them weave there way up my arms. I could feel them softly under the fabric of my jumper, crawling, creeping as if my skin was bare; the kisses continued, unrelenting, moving across my collar bone to the other, and then lower.

I felt the hands cupping my breasts as the lips kissed lower and lower across the curve, into the cleavage between them. My jumper covered me, there was no actual way I could be feeling this. The lips now covered a nipple, the hand holding my breast massaged gently as the lips held and sucked, the tongue gently flicking the tip until I felt a familiar tension rising inside me, then the mouth was on the other breast. Long, wet flicks up and over the nipple. I shift slightly in my seat as I feel the hands roaming my body, they moved down the sides and across my belly, the tongue still forcing arousal from my aching nipples, one then the other.

The hands wind their way to the tops of my legs. I feel naked, the hands can reach any part of my body, it doesn't matter that I am wearing jeans, a jumper, a bra and pants, none of it matters. They roam free as if I were naked, roaming down my legs now to my knees. I keep my eyes on Crys the whole time, and he looks back at me, that same smile just touching the corners of his mouth.

"Do you like the feeling Ella?" He asks me, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Yes, I do." Was all I could manage to say as the mystery hands worked back up my legs parting them slightly as they went.

"Would you like me to stop?" He asked.

"No. Please don't stop." I was amazed at the wantonness of my voice. I wanted him to carry on; I wanted to know where those hands would go next, those lips. I wanted to know where they could take me.

The hands continued up the inside of my thighs, forcing my legs apart, not against my will. As they reach the top, I catch my breath; they barely touch but my skin prickles al the same. The lips are now kissing down my belly, across my navel and lower. As they reach the bottom of my body I feel the hands part my lips. The long tongue licks the length of my exposed, yet not exposed lips. I gasp at the feeling of this phantom finding its way, slowly up wards and onwards to its final destination, it hits, just the tip at first so lightly.

The tongue circles my clit, flicking, sucking, nibbling, his hands holding me open. The mouth sinks itself deeper, covering my pussy with long wet kisses. My breathing quickened as the sucking and lapping intensifies, and he sinks two fingers into my wet hole. I feel myself gripping him as they move in and out, faster and harder. The tongue works its way round and round, matching the speed of the thrusting. I lost myself in the feeling pushing my hips forward against the hand that I knew wasn't really there as I felt the orgasm wash over me.

I cried out, my body tensing top to bottom. I pressed my pelvis into his hands and held my legs apart against the hard wooden arms, I arched my back and closed my eyes loosing sight of Crys for the first time since it began. I gasped for air and felt my fingers close tight around the wooden arms, just as my pussy closed tight around the fingers.

As the orgasm subsided I lifted my head back to look at Crys, it was only as our eyes met I realised I could feel nothing on me. No hands, no lips. My arms could move and I could feel my clothes hiding my modesty again. We stayed looking at each other for a moment, I had no idea what to say, but I knew I now believed in hypnosis!

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asiaprofasiaprofabout 17 years ago
Fairly well-written...

except that the transition from induction to hallucination was a little too abrupt!

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