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Trances (1/5)
    From: Michael Kalen Smith <[e-mail]>
    Date: 27 Apr 1994 14:23:13 -0400    (16 screens)

Archive-name: trances.1

[Everyone seems to have a mind control story in their files, so I guess
I'll have to come up with one, too.  No super-muscles in the brain, though,
and no Buck Rogers inventions.  After all, hypnotism has been around a long
time....]


                              TRANCES

                        by Michael K. Smith


   It wasn't that I didn't have a pretty good reputation with the girls in
high school and college, but my successes weren't spectacular, either.  I
did all right, plenty of dates most of the time, two girls with whom I went
More?all
steady for almost a year -- the usual.  I wasn't a jock, or a student
government leader, or anything, but neither were most guys.  It all seemed
perfectly normal ... but that was before my friend Jeff's older brother
taught me how to hypnotize people.
   I was doing my freshman year of college locally, to save money, when
Edward came home from one of the big-time universities where he was a
senior psych major.  His grades were very good and he apparently had an
excellent shot at one of the better graduate schools the following year.
Edward's particular fascination was the workings of human will power.  He
wanted to understand the forces that drove people.  That meant trying to
nullify someone's will power so he could, in effect, take it out and study
it, see what made it tick.  And, for Edward, that meant hypnosis.
   To him, hypnotism was a kind of crowbar that he could use to pry the lid
off his subject's mind, so he could investigate its innards.  He was very
good at it, too.  He was able to hypnotize his brother in less than five
minutes, even though Jeff knew perfectly well what he was doing and
probably tried to resist.  I know Edward was able to put *me* under in
nothing flat, even though I'm ordinarily a highly suspicious and skeptical
person.  I wouldn't have thought I'd make a good hypnotic subject -- but I
have a polaroid of myself, barefoot with pants legs rolled up, and an
actual lampshade on my head, capering about in a particularly silly way.
That proves it.
   The odd thing is, being a rather reserved person for a teenager and
careful of my dignity, I would have resisted consciously and strongly any
attempt by anyone to get me to behave like that, but I can clearly remember
being completely aware of my actions at the time.  I just didn't *mind*
that Edward had me behaving in such an embarrassingly foolish way.  It
seemed, at the time, that it was all my own idea,... and a very good idea,
at that.
   When I emerged from the hypnotic state (Edward had told me that I would
feel not at all resentful, and I wasn't), I was very curious about the old
story that you couldn't make someone do something against their will under
hypnosis.  He laughed.
   "Well, you can't just tell a subject to shoot someone, for instance.
But you could probably tell them they're shooting at a paper target on a
firing range -- and if you convince them of it, they'll shoot.  Especially
if they've been on a range before and know they can't 'hurt' the target.
It's not a matter of overcoming the subject's will power so much as doing
an end run around it."
   I thought about that.  "This is getting interesting," I said.  "Could
you teach me how to hypnotize someone?"
   Edward was reluctant.  He didn't want some irresponsible kid poking
randomly into things he didn't understand.  But I was a serious young man
and I could be pretty persuasive myself.  He finally gave in and instructed
me in the techniques of seducing a person's attention until they had
entered a trance state.  No pendulum-like pocket watches, no rotating
spiral disks, no monotonic chanting, no "tricks" of any kind.  It was a
matter of focusing the subject's entire attention on yourself, a little at
a time (though it actually happened pretty fast if it was going to happen
at all), until your suggestions regarding their thoughts and behavior
seemed to them to originate within their own mind.  It was a technique some
people could master easier than others, of course.  And it turned out that
I was a natural at it -- better than Edward, in fact, once I'd had some
practice.
   My first subject, coincidentally, was Edward and Jeff's kid sister,
Sharon.  She didn't really know me and she had no reason to trust me.  In
fact, as a typical thirteen-year-old, she had no reason to put much trust
in *any* teenager much older than herself.  But I was able to put her under
within a few minutes.  As a test, I gave her a few pieces of licorice and
told her it was dark chocolate.  I like licorice, which was why I was
carrying it around, but both brothers assured me Sharon loathed the stuff.
But she grinned with delight as she ate it, and even thanked me for the
treat very politely when I brought her out of the trance!  I knew this
could be a source of Power, with a capital "P".
   I had been somewhat interested in psychology already, but when I
transferred to the university as a sophomore the next year, psychology
became my official major.  I also began thinking seriously about pre-med
and a career in psychiatry.  It seemed a fascinating opportunity to get
"under the hood" of the human mind; I was beginning to understand why
Edward was so absorbed in the subject.  But my new skills at hypnosis also
proved to be of more immediate use.


   Kathy was a cute little thing, a freshman I met during my junior year,
who looked closer to fifteen than the "eighteen-and-a-half" she claimed.
She was bright and friendly and open -- and trusting.  A perfect subject, I
thought.
   I had spent nearly a year honing my abilities on friends and
acquaintances, especially those who, like me, lived in the dorm.  I had
never asked anyone to do anything that could be considered immoral or
illegal -- just things they would not choose to do if they were in control
of their own actions.  Things like a guy putting on a girl's dress and
strolling around the dorm completely oblivious to the laughter trailing
after him.
   Actually, I only went that far once, with a subject who was almost
universally disliked; he held no grudge afterward (I'd told him he
wouldn't) and no one else complained of the little show he had been
instructed to put on.  More often, I had shy subjects get up and sing bawdy
songs and girls recite dirty limericks to strangers: Things that were only
mildly embarrassing, and which the subjects probably got a secret thrill
from afterward.
   I also learned the hard way to phrase instructions so as to obtain
exactly the results I wanted.  One guy in the dorm had a bad nervous habit
of biting his nails; his cuticles were frequently bloody.  He was willing
to let me attempt a bit of hypnotherapy, but I screwed up badly.  I told
him that when he had the urge to bite his nails, he simply wouldn't be able
to.
   The unforeseen result was that he was physically unable to move his hand
to his mouth and he went into a serious panic.  Fortunately for both of us,
I always left a posthypnotic "back-door," to make it easier to put the
subject under the next time, and I was able to calm him down and modify the
instructions: When he wanted to bite his nails he would remind himself that
it was ruining the condition and appearance of his hands and he would lose
the *desire* to gnaw at them.
   That was much more successful.  After a few weeks of aborted hand-
to-mouth motions -- which didn't interfere with eating or note-taking -- he
had conditioned himself not to bite his nails at all.  The desire had gone,
the habit had disappeared, and he was delighted.  I suspected he would
probably adopt some other nervous habit, but I wasn't a therapist yet!
Anyway, I was learning, always learning.  And then I moved to the
university and I met Kathy.
   My "in" with Kathy was her infatuation with poetry.  She loved having
her favorite verses read aloud to her, in fact: The classic romantic.  So
we sat under a tree on campus one Friday afternoon and I read CHILDE HAROLD
to her in a quietly dramatic voice.  She leaned against the tree trunk,
eyes half-closed, drinking in the music of the words.  After ten minutes of
listening to my voice, she had virtually put *herself* under.  When I asked
her to repeat a series of nonsense syllables, she did so without
hesitation.  She was suggestible and I had already worked out what I would
do to take advantage of the situation I had created.
   "Listen to me carefully, Kathy.  We only met a few weeks ago, but you're
already beginning to have romantic thoughts about me -- and only me.  You
will find yourself daydreaming about me, and it will happen a little more
with each passing day.  After a week or so, you will wonder if you're
falling in love with me.  The sound of my voice will give you exciting
little chills, my touch will make you feel warm and loving, you will
gradually begin to fantasize about a physical relationship with me.
Nothing serious -- sitting on my lap so you can be close to me, kissing me,
wanting me to put my arms around you and hold you.  All the things you read
about in romantic novels.  You will be completely aware of your growing
feelings and your increasing desires for me, and they will all seem
completely natural.  They will make you very happy.  You will begin to do
everything you can think of to win me over to you.
   "Most important, you will quickly come to trust me in every way, won't
you?  That's one of the main reasons you will begin to fall in love with me
-- because you know you can trust me absolutely and you know I would never
hurt you.
   "Now: You will not remember this conversation and you will not remember
that you were in a trance.  You've just been sitting here, feeling warm and
happy, listening to me read you poetry.  Do you understand?"  She smiled
slightly and nodded.  "But you will follow the instructions I've given you,
won't you?  And you will slip easily into a deep trance state whenever you
hear my voice -- and only *my* voice -- say the words 'Dive, Kathy, dive.'
Repeat the words that will put you into a pleasant trance when you hear my
voice speak them to you."
   "Dive, Kathy, dive," she murmured, and giggled.  I wondered for a moment
if she could be faking but quickly realized the giggles were just part of
her happy frame of mind.  Kathy was just a giggler, and a very cute one.
One more little test, though.
   "Kathy, I want you to repeat the following words to me, softly, but as
if you really mean them: 'Fuck me in the ass until I scream for mercy!'  Go
ahead."
   She licked her lips and squirmed and her eyes opened wider.  She fixed
me with a hot look.  "Fuck me in the ass until I scream for mercy...!"  Her
voice was soft but husky, almost smoky.  What a turn-on!
   "Okay, now you'll forget that I ever asked you to say that, Kathy, and
you'll forget that you ever said it.  I'm going to count backward from five
and you will gradually float up out of your trance.  When I reach 'one' you
will be fully awake again.  You will not remember having been in a trance
but you *will* follow your instructions."
   I settled myself again, a polite few inches away from her, and looked at
the volume of Byron in my lap.  "Five,... four,... three,..."  She was
blinking and trying to focus.  "Two,... one."  She looked over at me and I
could practically see her mind shifting gears.  There were new thoughts in
her head, now.  Thoughts about me.
   I continued to read the lines of verse from where I had left off, but
she was paying more attention to me than to the words.  She licked her lips
as before and I thought I saw a slight tinge of pink at the tops of her
ears and around her collarbone.  She leaned toward me a little without even
realizing it.
   I marked the place in the book with one finger and closed it.  "Kathy,
I'm afraid I have to get back to the dorm and work on a term paper.  Uh,
would you like to go out tomorrow night?  Maybe a movie?  Or we could just
go for a coke and a stroll...."  I was careful not to act too sure of
myself.
   "Oh, yes!  I'd *love* to go out with you!"  And she blushed a little at
her own enthusiasm.  I was in.


   The next evening, Kathy and I walked down to the multiplex at the
shopping center near campus and took in a movie.  We held hands and cuddled
and I was aware that she seemed to be watching me more than the screen.
And afterward, when we stopped at the Baskin-Robbins for a cone, she
continued to study me in a bit of a daze -- not a "trance" daze, just an
ordinary adolescent one.  (The fuzzy pink clouds were almost visible....)
   When I kissed her under the trees outside her dorm, she didn't hesitate
at all but plastered herself against me and kissed me back with exciting
eagerness.  Perhaps I could have grabbed her crotch through her jeans, but
I didn't want to push my luck and I'm not quite *that* crude in any case.
I settled for stroking her curvy little bottom, with an occasional squeeze,
and Kathy kissed me all the harder.  She would blossom under romantic
attack much more satisfyingly than from a blunt assault, and it was also a
lot more fun.
   By our third date, she had arranged for her dorm roommate to be out so
she could sneak me in for a few hours.  We left the lights low in her room
and I carefully unbuttoned her blouse as I nibbled on her neck.  She was
shaking a little from nervousness but there was no fear or hesitation.
When I knelt and slid her jeans down her smooth, silky legs, she moaned in
the back of her throat and urged me to hurry.  Foreplay is pleasurable
torture, though, and I had no intention of being rushed.
   Then she was naked and I sat on the end of her bed, still fully clothed,
and smiled as my gaze traveled the length of her body.  Her eyes glowed; it
was obvious she enjoyed being the object of my attention.
   "Dive, Kathy, dive," I said quietly.  Her expression didn't really
change but she blinked and her attention fixed on me absolutely.  "Yes,"
she whispered.
   "Kathy, what are you feeling right now?  What are you hoping will happen
here?"
   "I feel sexy as hell," she said with a breathless laugh.  "I'm standing
here on display for you and I love it!  But only for you...."  She licked
her lips.  "I guess I hope we'll make love."
   "Are you a virgin, Kathy?"
   "No,... but I've only had sex with my boy friend in high school a few
times.  This is different," she added with a Significant Look.
   "Kathy, your arousal is increasing more and more.  Can you feel it?"
   Her eyelids drooped a bit.  "Oh, yes...."  Her hands moved hesitantly to
her breasts and she shook out her hair.  "Please, take your clothes
off...." she murmured.
   "Not yet, Kathy.  You want to show off for me first, don't you?  You
want me to appreciate just how sexy your body is.  And it would be *very*
sexy if you masturbated while I watched, wouldn't it?"  I got up from the
bed and moved over to my jacket, draped over her desk chair.
   Her respiration had increased.  "Um-hmmm," she said under her breath as
she began to roll her nipples between her fingers and stretch them out from
her body.  I dug the Polaroid out of my jacket pocket and snapped it open.
   "Kathy, lie on the bed and jack yourself off for me.  Take your time and
enjoy it, sweetheart.  Your breasts and your cunt will be much more
sensitive than usual and you'll really get into this, won't you?"  She
crawled onto her bed and squirmed around on her back so that her legs were
stretched out and her thighs parted.  One hand moved down to her already
moist pussy while the other continued to massage her nipple.
   "I'm going to take some pictures, Kathy, but you will ignore that, you
won't think about it, you won't even realize I'm doing it.  All you'll be
aware of is that I'm watching you masturbate and I'm enjoying it very much,
it's really turning me on, Kathy -- and that's turning *you* on, isn't it?
Tell me what you're thinking, sweetheart."
   "Oh, God, what would your cock feel like and I love being naked and
feeling myself up and you're watching me do it and it feels so good, so
good, God, it's so nice, my clit feels like a whole penis maybe and I wish
you'd do this to me but I know you like to watch me do it so I like to do
it for you,..."  She paused for a breath as both hands separated her lips
and one finger slipped inside.
   I took a couple of shots and they came out very well, even in the low
light.  I had no thoughts about blackmail or anything; I just wanted data
for my private studies... and souvenirs, of course.
   It didn't take long for Kathy to work herself up to a high pitch and I
took several more snapshots of her with her eyes half-closed and her mouth
twisted with passion.  As she hit the first orgasmic crest I used up the
remainder of my film pack.  She was really beautiful when she gasped and
sobbed with her cunt full of fingers and her rigid nipples about to
explode.  But I didn't want her in a trance when we had sex.
   "Kathy, that was wonderful!  You have no idea how sexy you are when you
do that; it really does turn me on.  Are you happy about that?"
   "Oh, yes, that's what I want!  I want to turn you on so you'll make love
to me -- please?"
   I was already stripping off my clothes.  "Of course I will, sweetheart,
I want very much to make love to you!  Now, when I get my underwear off,
you will come out of your trance -- with no hesitation, no regrets, no
embarrassment about jacking off for me, okay?  You enjoyed doing it and I
enjoyed watching it, and that's all that matters, isn't it?"
   She responded with another "Um-hmmm" and then blinked and smiled broadly
as I held up my shorts and then tossed them on the floor.  She opened her
arms to me as I crawled onto the bed and we spent a little time kissing and
caressing and stroking.  Kathy was a sweet girl and if I had conscience
pangs they were subdued by the conviction that she had been doing what she
really wanted to do, if only she had the nerve.
   We spent a very enjoyable couple of hours thrashing about on her old
dorm-issue bed, exploring each other's bodies with hands and mouths, and
finally fucking each other into sweaty exhaustion.  She was enthusiastic
and uninhibited, which I wasn't sure she could have been without hypnotic
encouragement.  I knew perfectly well I was using her, but I preferred to
think I was also giving her something back.


   I had Kathy on a string for three months before her increasing
dependence on me really began to worry me.  I had made myself the most
important thing in her life and that had consequences I hadn't imagined.
She hung on my every word and thought, she got jittery when she was away
from me, and she went to tears if she thought I was displeased with her.
She became anxious every time we had sex, gnawing her lip if I didn't
display unbridled enthusiasm at her every movement.  Moreover, her grades
were beginning to suffer, as were her relationships with other people.  Her
girlfriends began directing hostile stares at me when Kathy and I went out
together.
   I won't say it wasn't fun, though.  I could speak a code word to her in
public and watch while she enjoyed a small orgasm.  And it was kind of nice
to have a very cute girl leaning over my shoulder and nibbling on my ear
while I had a hamburger with the guys at MacDonald's.  Nevertheless, my
original instructions to Kathy hadn't been well-structured or properly
thought out.  And since I had to modify them anyway, I decided to "free"
her, to allow her to continue with her own life (and get out of mine).
   After putting her under, I asked, "Kathy, suppose for a minute that I
wasn't in your life; is there some other guy you know -- or would like to
know -- who's available and to whom you are really attracted?"  She
hesitated and seemed a little fearful.  "Go ahead, sweetheart, it's okay.
You aren't betraying me and I won't get mad; if I wasn't interested, I
wouldn't have asked."
   "Well,... there's Bobby Rinehart, in my Government class.  He's really
cute and he's not going with anyone.  I've seen him watching me in class,
too -- but I don't mean--"
   "No, Kathy, that's quite all right.  Now, this is what's going to
happen: Over the next week or so, you will gradually come to realize that
you and I don't have as much of a future together as you thought we had.
We won't have a fight and there won't be any hard feelings from either of
us.  You will still be fond of me and I will still be fond of you.  But we
will agree, quite amicably, that we aren't really in love and that we
should begin dating other people.  You will think about Bobby Rinehart and
if you decide -- for *yourself* -- that you'd like to go out with him, you
will approach him yourself,... or any other guy you think you might enjoy
dating.  Do you understand, Kathy?  You must not be shy about beginning a
relationship with Bobby, or anyone else.  You will not remember this
conversation, but when you wake up tomorrow morning you will begin acting
on your new instructions, won't you?"
   We had a very nice "last supper" that evening, munching and nibbling on
each other.  Two days later, Kathy said rather quietly, "We need to talk
about us."
   It wasn't quite as painless for me as I had expected.  Even though Kathy
had been in a condition of servitude, I found I was going to miss her
attentive presence.  That was the penance I had to pay, though, for having
Kathy in the first place.  At least I had arranged it so that we would
remain friends.


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Copyright 1993 by Michael K. Smith. Copies may be made and posted elsewhere
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