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My Hypnosis Log 

On Monday of the first week,


Professor Bi asked me to start writing a journal. He hadn't yet agreed to let me participate in the experiment; he just wanted me to record some things. I thought I would do my best to write the most detailed journal possible. If he saw how diligently I was putting into it, my chances of being selected would greatly increase. Although he said the journal was completely private, it didn't matter. I would write down my thoughts, feelings, and emotions earnestly, just as he requested.


Today, I spent over two hours doing many tests. Professor Bi started by saying something to help me relax: "You don't know what I'm exploring, so you don't need any pressure, and you don't need to think about whether you're doing it right or wrong." He said this with a smile, and I smiled back and nodded to show I understood.


During my studies, I've become accustomed to most of the tests, although a few were quite different from usual. He asked me to fill out a personality trait test, which took me about twenty minutes to complete. Professor Bi watched me the whole time, which made me a little nervous, but he kept telling me to just relax. His voice was very soothing.


Another test involved navigating a simple balance beam under various conditions: different numbers of lights, different background music, and different phrases spoken by the speaker. I crossed it easily most of the time, but a few times I felt it was dangerous and almost fell. He also asked me to put beans into a milk bottle; sometimes I could watch, sometimes he told me to close my eyes, which was strange.


Of course, there were standard intelligence tests, including arithmetic, logic, spatial reasoning, and memory, as well as several personality tests, such as the Thematic Apperception Test (TAPT) and the Robertson Inkblot Test.


Finally, he concluded with two sensory tests. He reminded me again that I didn't know the purpose of the experiment, so I just needed to relax and not think about the results at all. He asked me to put my hands on the table and then kept suggesting that my hands become lighter and lighter. He told me that I didn't need to try to control them, just let my hands slowly rise on their own. The feeling was strange; I could really feel my hands becoming lighter and lighter, and then I watched them slowly rise. When my hands were completely in the air, he told me that I couldn't put them down. That took effect immediately. No matter how hard I tried, my hands remained motionless in the air. If he hadn't suggested that my hands return to normal, I might still be sitting there with my hands raised.


In another sensitivity test, he had me stand with my back to him and then suggested that a force was constantly pulling me backward. I really felt that force, and then I fell backward so he could catch me. He then asked me to face him and do it again. The feeling was really strange. I could clearly see that he wasn't doing anything, but that force was clearly pushing me forward, and finally I fell into his arms. I felt a little embarrassed, but he seemed completely unfazed. On


Wednesday of the first week,


I met Professor Bi in the psychology department building. He smiled and told me that my test results perfectly matched his requirements, and if I was interested, I could get the job immediately. He also said that the reason he chose me wasn't just that, but also because I had performed quite well in my courses, and that I showed intelligence and curiosity in class. I was, of course, very happy to hear such praise; I even felt my cheeks flush. He also told me that I seemed more mature and responsible than the average college student, which was why he thought I was the best candidate. I told him that I was actually two or three years older than most students because I had worked for a year after graduating from high school.


Then I told him I accepted the job; after all, I really needed the money, and the experience would greatly help with my application. If I wanted to pursue graduate studies, I would need this job even more. But he interrupted me, telling me I should learn more about the experiment and my role before deciding. He then asked me to come to his office on Friday.


I agreed, of course, and was quite curious about the experiment, but he never revealed a single clue. I figured I'd have to be patient until he told me. This


Friday


afternoon, I met with Professor Bi. He gave me a general overview of his experiment, saying he was researching the relationship between memory and various psychological phenomena. If I agreed, I would be his subject. He said he couldn't tell me too many details about the experiment because it would affect the results. I nodded to indicate I understood.


He continued, telling me we needed to meet three days a week, two hours each day, for at least two semesters, and he also hoped I would spend at least four hours a week continuing with this journal.


He said he would teach me hypnosis, and that I would be hypnotized in most of our meetings. Then he asked if I had any questions. Of course, I had a million questions in my mind. I asked one first: what would he do to me while I was hypnotized? He said he couldn't tell me, but assured me that it wouldn't have any adverse effects on me, and that I could choose to withdraw at any time if anything made me uncomfortable during the experiment.


I asked some more questions. Would he give me any post-hypnotic suggestions? He said even if he did, it wouldn't affect me after I left the lab. Would I remember what happened during the hypnosis? He said sometimes yes, sometimes no, because the experiment was related to memory. Would he change my past memories? He smiled and told me he would be very careful not to harm me in any way. He spoke in his charming and gentle voice, which made me feel much more at ease.


He said I could use the weekend to think carefully about whether I wanted to join the experiment and tell him my answer on Monday. To be honest, I was a little hesitant about accepting. I had never been hypnotized before, which made me very nervous. I was worried that I might say or do something embarrassing. But then I thought that Professor Bi was a very prestigious researcher, and there wouldn't be any problems. A weekend might make me waver again. I told him I was ready to agree, and he smiled gently at me and told me we would start on Monday.


The first week, on Saturday,


Professor Bi asked me to use the weekend to write something about myself in my journal. He wanted me to write it like introducing myself to a stranger, describing my interests, my personality, and even some romantic history and past experiences. He emphasized again that no one would read this journal, but he hoped I would still write it carefully. I would try my best.


My name is Katie, a student at Vino University, majoring in English and Psychology. Since this is my personal record, I don't think I need to use any modesty. I am beautiful and intelligent. In high school, I was the class representative for graduation, and now in college, my grades are among the best every semester. Of course, this is not accidental. I think I have enough willpower and innate intelligence. As long as I decide to do something, I will succeed very well.


As for my appearance, I am also quite charming. My height and figure are average. I have clean, flawless skin, a perfectly shaped nose, and full lips, which make me cute when I smile and charming when I'm angry. My hair is long, reaching my hips. It's soft, straight, and shiny reddish-brown. I usually don't tie it up. My hair is my most striking feature, and in fact, I'm quite proud of it. My hair contrasts beautifully with my fair skin and large, bright green eyes.


I have a great figure; I have a very slender waist and a perfect hip shape. My breasts aren't large, but they are quite beautiful and firm. My only complaint is that my feet are a bit big. Men are naturally attracted to me when they see me, although I know that most of them are just physical attraction. But what woman wouldn't want to have such charm? I am very confident. I know myself, I know who I am, and I am happy to be who I am. I think I have a quality that many women seem to lack: being grateful to be a woman and being happy to be a woman. I don't deny that I enjoy sex. I am friendly and outgoing, and you'll find that I am also a bit humble.


Don't mistake me for a slut. In fact, in my twenty-three years of life, I've only had three lovers—okay, four if you include Jeff, but that was just a mistake made under the influence of alcohol and a bad mood. There won't be a second time, and I'm glad we're still friends. Right now, I'm dating three men, but none of them are serious, and they all know each other.


What else? Oh, right, I like playing tennis, and I'm an amateur photographer. I also take some dance lessons. I'm a few years older than most of my classmates because I worked for three years after graduating from high school, partly for money and partly to gain more social experience. Currently, I plan to continue my studies in psychology after graduating next year, but I'm not entirely sure yet.


Looking back at what I just wrote, I seem like a perfect lady. In fact, I have many flaws. I have a bad temper and am too impatient. My previous relationships hurt me deeply, and maybe that's why I sometimes feel inexplicably depressed, like everything is wrong. But thankfully, I always manage to recover and try my best not to feel that way again.


Okay, I think I've finished my task. Millie's calling me; it's time to play!


The second week, Monday


. Tonight was my first hypnosis meeting with Professor Bi. To make a good impression, I arrived quite early. After waiting a few minutes in the lounge next to his office, Professor Bi asked me to go into his office. It was a very pleasant office, with many books, some plants, a small sofa, a leather armchair, and a wooden desk. Professor Bi stood with his hand on the edge of the desk and gestured for me to sit in the armchair. I sat down, and the chair felt very comfortable.


I was still quite nervous. I had no idea what would happen next. Professor Bi chatted with me for a while, and I knew he wanted to reassure me, and he really did. He was a very good person, and he had a gentle and comforting voice. Talking to him made me feel much more relaxed. After we finished talking about school, he asked me if I had any questions about hypnosis. I think I had a million questions, but I didn't know what to ask for a moment. "Let's begin," he said in his deep voice.


He lowered the back of the recliner a little and then asked me to lean back comfortably. Suddenly, the office lights dimmed, and some small bright spots appeared on the ceiling. I had to crane my neck to see them clearly, but Professor Bi told me not to move my head, but only to move my eyes to focus my attention on those bright spots. I found that I did it very easily, even though my eyes were already stretched to the top.


He began to speak to me in his deep, gentle voice. He told me he would help me relax and asked me not to close my eyes, even though I felt extremely tired, until he told me to. As he said this, I suddenly realized that looking up at the light was making me very tired. He continued to repeat that I had to keep my eyes open, no matter how heavy my eyelids were. "Okay," I said to him. He told me I didn't need to say anything to him, just nod in agreement, whether he was giving me advice or asking me questions.


He began to talk about how relaxed and tired I felt. I really felt very tired; I felt like I was almost sinking into the chair. I felt very relaxed, and his voice seemed to fade into the distance. The feeling of holding my eyes open became more and more pronounced. My eyelids felt so heavy, and I wanted to close my eyes. I found myself desperately wanting him to let me close my eyes, but he told me to wait, so I did.


His voice made me feel exhausted. He kept talking, about how tired I was, how relaxed I felt, how heavy my eyelids were. It felt so real; I was truly exhausted and heavy. I felt like my eyes were burning. I kept blinking, and now I could barely see the bright spots. The harder I tried to see them, the more urgent it became to close my eyes. That was all I could think about. I couldn't pay attention to what he was saying anymore; I only noticed how tired my eyes were. I cried out in my heart, "Please, just let me close my eyes, I'll do anything." Finally, I heard his voice say... "Now close your eyes, Katie, and enter a deep hypnotic state." Oh, that felt wonderful. I immediately closed my eyes and felt incredibly relaxed. He wanted me to open them, but I didn't want to. My eyes were so tired and heavy; I just wanted them closed. He told me to try harder to open them, and I started trying, but I forgot how. All I could do was furrow my brow. It felt like I'd lost the switch to open my eyes. I knew I couldn't open them, no matter how hard I tried. When he told me I didn't need to try anymore, I breathed a sigh of relief and felt even more relaxed.


After that, my memory became hazy. I remember him telling me to imagine walking down some stairs and then lying on a very comfortable bed. I think he spoke to me for a long time. I have some vague memories of answering his questions, but I don't know what he asked or what I answered. I felt like I was floating on clouds, with nothing to worry about; everything was so beautiful.


The next thing I remember is hearing his voice, "...four...five." Then I opened my eyes, and for a moment I was still a little dazed. Where was I? What happened? Then I remembered that I was in Professor Bi's office. He had hypnotized me, or at least I thought he had. Had he? I wasn't sure.


"Was the hypnosis successful?" I asked. He nodded and smiled. "You were very cooperative, Katie. Now my advice to you is simply to be cheerful and energetic. If you still have doubts about whether you were hypnotized, you can check the time." I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already nine o'clock. I had been here since seven o'clock. Two hours! Where did they go? I felt like I hadn't been here for even fifteen minutes.


I couldn't think of anything, but I wasn't worried. I didn't need to remember anything. Everything was so pleasant. I had a wonderful experience and received some payment. After we arranged our next meeting, I left his office, feeling lightheaded, as if I had been drinking.


The second week, Wednesday.


Now I knew roughly what the meeting was going to be like, and I was quite looking forward to it. Professor Bi told me he would hypnotize me in various ways during the upcoming meetings, which sounded very interesting. Today, he had a spiral-shaped disc on his desk, which I could easily see from my recliner.


He quickly started spinning the spiral, and I began to feel myself being pulled towards the center of the vortex. Professor Bi began talking to me, but I was only focused on the vortex. I felt myself sinking deeper and deeper into it; the spiral wasn't in front of me, but completely surrounding me. It was the strangest feeling; I felt myself sinking deeper and deeper, deeper and deeper.


I don't know how much time passed, but I heard Professor Bi tell me to close my eyes. I did, but I could still see the vortex! The feeling was so bizarre! I knew I was hypnotized; I could feel it. I felt myself still staring at the spiral, being pulled deeper and deeper into the hypnosis.


I began to notice Professor Bi's voice. He told me I would enter a deeper hypnotic state, a state where I felt incredibly relaxed and could respond to his words. I could feel his voice in my mind, and I could hear it clearly. I wanted more; his voice guided me into a deeper hypnotic state. I wanted to be hypnotized; the feeling was so wonderful.


He told me that when I woke up this time, I would remember everything, and I would love the memories of being hypnotized. It sounded wonderful.


He spent a long time deepening my hypnotic state. He had me imagine myself lying on a lawn, watching the leaves flutter in the wind. He guided me again and again to focus my attention on every part of my body and then let it completely relax. After he relaxed my mind, I felt like melting jelly—an incredible sense of ease.


He told me that each time he hypnotized me, I would enter a deeper state, feel more relaxed, and be more responsive to his requests. I found it hard to imagine myself being more relaxed than I was now, but if I could, I would be very happy.


He continued, telling me to notice how much I loved his voice, how much I wanted to hear it, how much I wanted to respond to it—this perfectly described how I felt. His voice was so warm and steady; I could listen to it for hours without a problem. And everything he told me seemed so meaningful and correct.


I thought he must be giving me some hypnotic advice, but it didn't feel like it. I thought hypnotic advice was something you didn't want to do, but for some reason, you felt compelled to do. Hypnotists have a strange kind of magic, and you have absolutely no choice, right? But this didn't feel like it at all. He was just telling me what I was thinking, as if he agreed with my thoughts and wanted me to continue.


He told me he was going to do some tests to gauge the depth of my hypnosis, and that I could know how deep a hypnotic state I was in. It sounded interesting. He told me to keep my eyes closed and then suggested that when I tried to open them, they would become even heavier, and I couldn't open them. He was right; what he said became reality. No matter how hard I tried, my eyes wouldn't even open a slit. When he told me I could open them, they immediately opened again, completely out of my control!


Next, he suggested that my arms become stiff and straight, and I couldn't move them. I felt my arms become a board; I could even see them. I couldn't bend them at all. He counted to five, waking me from the hypnotic state, but to my surprise, my arms still wouldn't move. Undoubtedly, I was fully awake, but my arms were still like a board. He told me that when he snapped his fingers, my arms would become soft and powerless, and when my hands touched my buttocks, I would enter an even deeper hypnotic state. He snapped his fingers, and my hands immediately became powerless. Wow! I entered a deeper hypnotic state, and I couldn't believe how quickly I responded to his suggestions.


I thought about how happy I felt, and this was only my second time being hypnotized. I wondered how relaxed I would be in a few weeks. He seemed to realize how deeply I was hypnotized, and he assured me he would teach me to enter deeper hypnosis and help me enjoy it more and more. I still can't believe I got paid to experience this most wonderful feeling in the world.


When I woke up and saw the clock, two whole hours had passed. I was startled; time had flown by too fast! This time I remembered everything (at least I think I did!), but I still felt unsatisfied. It's like watching a movie you really like; you never want it to end. I could hardly wait for the next meeting!


The following Saturday,


I had my third hypnotic meeting with Professor Bi. I wondered if I had told him how much I longed for this meeting, but I think he certainly knew how much I wanted to rush into his office.


He used a crystal pendant to hypnotize me. He had me sit in a recliner and lean back comfortably. Then he took out a beautiful crystal pendant, placed it in front of my eyes, and began to rotate it, telling me to focus my attention on the crystal. The crystal reflected the room's light, making it quite beautiful and captivating, and I was naturally drawn to it.


Almost immediately, before he even spoke, I felt my eyelids growing heavier and heavier, and I felt an urge to close my eyes. He must have noticed, because he told me that this time I didn't need any permission; I could close my eyes whenever I felt my eyelids getting heavy. I immediately closed my eyes, filled with gratitude.


That's the last thing I remember. Then I heard his voice say, "Five." When I woke up, I felt wonderful. I felt relaxed yet full of energy. I love being hypnotized! It's so pleasant! Sometimes I wonder what exactly happened during the hypnosis, but that doesn't bother me. I don't need to remember. Professor Bi is a good person; I can completely trust him. I just hope he can hypnotize me every time we meet.


On Monday of the third week,


Professor Bi hypnotized me with a pocket watch. He had a beautiful, golden pocket watch, hanging from a gold chain. It looked quite old. As I observed it, he told me it belonged to his grandfather. He smiled and said he liked using this pocket watch for hypnosis because it was the common understanding of hypnosis.


"What will you do after I deeply hypnotize you with this pocket watch?" he asked humorously, deliberately using a strange accent.


"I will be unable to resist and completely obey you," I replied jokingly in the tone of a hypnotic slave. As I said this, I felt a little excited; the experience might be interesting. I imagined what it would feel like to feel completely submissive.


Regardless, I still really enjoyed the feeling of being hypnotized. He placed the pocket watch in front of me and started swaying it from side to side, just like in a cartoon. My eyes were immediately drawn to the watch, and I couldn't do anything but follow its swaying. As I stared at the watch, he held it higher and higher, and my eyes followed it upwards, but my neck couldn't move at all. I tried so hard to follow the watch with my eyes; I wanted to look at it, but it was so difficult. My eyes felt like they were burning; they were so tired and heavy.


I think I closed my eyes at the end because the next thing I remember is opening them after the hypnosis session. When I woke up, I chatted with Professor Bi for a while before leaving. He was so captivating; I'm not sure if I had noticed it before. Yesterday


, Thursday of the third week


, Professor Bi asked me to gaze into his eyes to hypnotize me. This was the best method I've used so far. Professor Bi prepared a special recliner for me and asked me to sit on it. Then he took off his glasses. He had a pair of deep, captivating brown eyes. I felt myself sinking into them, like looking into a spiral, even more enveloping me than a spiral. Strangely, every time I was hypnotized by Professor Bi, my eyes felt so tired that I couldn't open them at all. But this time, I kept my eyes open easily and naturally. I just kept gazing into Professor Bi's eyes, feeling myself sinking deeper and deeper.


After a while, he asked if he could touch me. Of course, I didn't mind at all. Then he gently touched my temples with his fingers and rubbed them softly, which made me feel comforted and relaxed. His eyes grew bigger and bigger, and all I wanted to do was keep staring at them. Then his fingers slid to my eyebrows and continued to stroke them, then slowly slid down my face, down my chin, and back to my temples, repeating this over and over again. This feeling made me feel like all the pressure in my body had evaporated. I felt so happy and relaxed. I remember thinking that I would do anything to make this feeling last.


I felt lightheaded, as if I were having the most beautiful dream. Of course, he kept talking to me, telling me how relaxed I felt, how easily I accepted advice, so that I could go to deeper and deeper realms, and that I liked it. I liked his voice, and I wanted to concentrate on listening, but after a while, it became quite difficult for me. I felt like I was constantly floating, and all my feelings and thoughts became muddled.


I suddenly realized how much I liked his advice. I wondered what it would feel like if he suggested I do something that would change my usual behavior and thoughts. I couldn't concentrate on anything; these thoughts were just running around in my mind. Occasionally, I would suddenly return to reality and find Professor Bi still massaging my temples, continuing to speak to me in his deep voice. No matter how hard I tried to hear him clearly, I would still continue to think about all sorts of things in a jumbled mess. I wanted to enter a deeper hypnosis and receive more and deeper hypnotic advice.


I think I closed my eyes, but I'm not sure. It was like I was dreaming. The thought of receiving the hypnosis suggestion made me a little excited, and when he woke me up, I just felt warm and refreshed.


Another strange thing happened: when I changed into my pajamas that night, I realized I wasn't wearing underwear. I'm pretty sure I was wearing them in the morning. I really want to know what happened, but then I feel like there's no need to worry, and I don't need to remember.


Last night,


on Friday of the third week, I had a very strange dream. Although I haven't met Professor Bi yet today, I still want to write it down in my journal. Professor Bi told me to write down all the unusual things that happened to me, even if they seemed unrelated to the experiment, and this dream seemed to have a slight connection. Well, actually, it's nothing, it's just that Professor Bi appeared in my dream.


In the dream, Professor Bi and I were having dinner in a restaurant. He told me to pay attention to the candles on the table, and then started telling me how relaxing it would feel to look at the flames. He kept talking, and I became more and more relaxed. That's when I realized he was hypnotizing me. I smiled at him and then closed my eyes. It felt quite wonderful. After a while, he told me to open my eyes, but to remain in the hypnotic state. Being hypnotized in a public place felt very strange to me. I had never had this experience before. Anyway, I still like the feeling of being hypnotized.


He told me to go to the restroom, take off my bra and panties, and then come back to my seat. It was funny; I was feeling really uncomfortable wearing underwear, so when he suggested it, he was just stating what I wanted to do.


So I took off my underwear and walked out of the restroom. I felt like every pair of eyes in the restaurant were watching me. With every step, I could feel the texture of my shirt rubbing against my nipples; they felt so tight and sensitive. I felt incredibly aroused. When I sat down, I even felt a dampness seep between my thighs, and then my gaze was fixed on Professor Bi's eyes again.


He stroked my calves, then slowly slipped his fingers up under my skirt. I felt myself sinking deeper into a hypnotic state. As his fingers played with my labia, I could feel my breathing becoming increasingly rapid. I knew exactly what was happening. I was sitting in the restaurant without underwear, deeply hypnotized. My psychology professor was touching me under the table, and I was completely powerless to resist. He suggested that I be immobilized; my body was completely paralyzed, and I became increasingly aroused. The feeling was so real. I felt so helpless, yet involuntarily pleasurable. I couldn't stop him at all, even though I wasn't sure if I really wanted to.


He continued talking to intensify my pleasure, then continued to stroke my labia with his fingers. I so desperately wanted to move my body, not to run away, but just to make some of the necessary responses. He told me that unless he told me, I wouldn't reach orgasm, and I just moaned softly.


He inserted two fingers into my vagina and slowly thrust them in and out. Just then, the waiter came over to take our order. Professor Bi casually ordered, but his hand continued to caress me under the table. My face flushed. I felt the waiter knew what was happening; he deliberately wrote the menu slowly, glancing at me constantly. At that moment, I was grateful for Professor Bi's hypnotic command, which prevented me from reaching orgasm. Otherwise, I would have done something even more embarrassing in front of the waiter.


After the waiter left, Professor Bi told me I could orgasm—a very intense and silent orgasm. I immediately felt as if something had exploded in my head, a powerful wave of pleasure enveloping me. I felt like everyone in the restaurant knew I was orgasming. I had never felt so embarrassed, and for some reason, this embarrassment seemed to bring me to an even higher orgasm. I kept orgasming, again and again.


I woke up then, panting. I noticed my sheets were wet, and my genitals were soaking wet. I must have really had an orgasm in my dream; I've never experienced anything like that before. It was so lewd. I couldn't imagine why I would have such a dream, but it didn't bother me. I just had a slight doubt: could I have had a similar experience before?


In the third week, on Saturday


, Professor Bi told me that up until yesterday, we had tried all the methods to get me into a hypnotic state. From now on, we wouldn't need props like crystals or spiral discs anymore. He said he already knew how to quickly enter a hypnotic state; now, as long as I sat on that recliner, I would automatically fall asleep.


As Professor Bi spoke, I could feel myself slowly entering a hypnotic state. After he finished speaking, I closed my eyes and entered a deep hypnotic state. The last thing I remember was him waking me up again.


I'm a little embarrassed. Professor Bi asked me to write down everything that happened during the meeting, and I was even paid four hours a week to write this journal. But when the meeting ended and I remembered nothing, I really didn't know what to write. Okay, I'll write more about myself.


I talked to my roommate about the experiment; she's my best friend. In the first few days of the experiment, I only mentioned it to her because, for some reason, I didn't want to tell too many people about myself. Anyway, because of this, Millie, my roommate's best friend, asked me what happened when I met Professor Bi. I told her what I remembered, but most of the time it was a blank.


She was surprised and asked me if I wasn't worried about what happened during those missing hours.


Strangely, I wasn't worried at all. I felt I didn't need to remember. She tried to convince me that Professor Bi might do something I didn't want to do, but I wouldn't be bothered at all. Professor Bi knew what he was doing, and I felt safe with him. I was glad I could participate in his experiment, and I hoped I could continue.


In fact, it's not just that; I also very much hope to make some contribution to science, and I think perhaps I'll have the opportunity to share my thoughts with Professor Bi.


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