Hypnotizing your girlfriend

Hypnotizing My Girlfriend

Chapter 1: The Hypnotic Show, Hypnotic Induction and More Induction

One day, I met Manisha at the library. She was working there to pay for her tuition, while I was researching

for my economics report. I approached her first, and we quickly discovered

we had a lot in common, and we became friends.

I often invited her to coffee shops to chat. Time and again, we talked about each other

, getting to know each other better. At first, I was satisfied with this, but as I got to know her better

, I became dissatisfied with just chatting with her in coffee shops. I wanted to take things further,

so I confessed my feelings. She said she had just ended her relationship with her ex-boyfriend, who was terrible, and she

didn't want to fall in love again. So I continued chatting with her in coffee shops, maybe watching a movie together.

But I still couldn't resist being attracted to her. She was so beautiful, with long, flowing

brown hair and glasses—she looked just like the singer Lisa. Lopez, her face, her figure, every

part of her attracted me, yet she never let me get any closer.

So I had a plan.

My cousin is a hypnotist; his job involves traveling the country performing, sometimes for his company

, sometimes for television. We grew up together, and in high school, we both

discovered strong sexual fantasies about hypnosis. We studied hypnosis seriously and practiced on each other (

of course, avoiding embarrassing each other). Later, I went to college (the one I'm attending now), while he

had made hypnosis his profession.

Lucky guy.

I saw he was coming to perform here, so I convinced Manisha to come with me. That's how he entered

our story. As I expected, Manisha didn't like nightclubs, but I explained to her

that the hypnotist was my cousin, and this was a rare opportunity for me too, so she finally softened.

Then I called my cousin. I didn't know which hotel he was staying at, so I called

his pager so that even if he was still on his way, he would know I was looking for him.

"Hey Richard, how are you? I haven't seen you in years," he

said when he called me back.

"Still the same old school stuff, you know all about it. I'm so happy to hear you're here.

We should have dinner together and get together properly."

"Yeah, but I don't know if I can find the time. My schedule is too full. How about you come see my

show? As usual, the tickets are free."

"Of course I'll definitely go, but... could you give me two tickets? I also want to bring a

girl ,"

my cousin urged on the other end of the phone. "Oh, a date?"

"Not really." Then I briefly explained my situation with her to my cousin.

"Well, I think I might be able to help you. She sounds like a rather conservative girl,

unlikely to willingly go on stage for hypnosis, but I have a way to get her on stage. Afterwards, come

find me backstage, and I'll remove her obstacles."

"Really! But how will you get her on stage?"

"I have a way, trust me."

Manisha and I arrived at the venue early to get our passes, which were like backstage

passes for concerts—a badge we wore around our necks with a large "Guest" sign on it, and above that, my

cousin's stage name. "

Robert Gates? Is that his real name or something he made up? " Manisha asked, looking at the badge on her neck, as the crowd slowly entered the venue. 　　“Of course it’s a stage name. Rob really is his name, but he shares my last name, Foster.” I looked Manisha up and down. She was wearing her usual jeans. In fact, I’d never seen her dressed anything other than jeans or casual clothes. Her top was always a shirt and a simple sweater. She really didn’t suit such plain clothes, even though she still looked so beautiful. 　　“Would you volunteer to go on stage and be hypnotized?” I asked. 　　“Don’t even think about it. I’m not going to let anyone control my brain. Besides, I’m too smart. No one can hypnotize me. I don’t want to go on stage and ruin your cousin’s reputation.” 　　I smiled. “But I’ve heard that no one is immune to hypnosis.” 　　“Anyway, I just can’t be hypnotized. I had a female friend who tried to hypnotize me and some other girls, and everyone else got hypnotized except me.” As she talked about hypnosis, I couldn’t help but get excited. 　　Just then, the lights dimmed and music started playing. I recognized it as my cousin's entrance music. When the lights came back on, he was already on stage. 　　He began his opening remarks, the same as always: hypnosis can't make anyone do what they don't want to do, and to tell everyone to relax. My cousin said this was part of the hypnotic induction, mainly to put the audience into a light hypnotic state, relax them, and increase their willingness to go on stage—what he called volunteers. 　　I must say he did a really good job, because my cousin has always had a strong interest , and he always makes sure his stage is full of beautiful women. Tonight, he seemed particularly lucky, although my real target, Manisha, wouldn't come on stage no matter how much I encouraged her. 　　"Next, we'll proceed with the hypnotic induction. During this process, I need absolute silence. Both the audience and the volunteers must be completely focused. Any noise will ruin today's performance, or we 'll have to start all over again. Now, please turn off the lights." The lights dimmed. 　　"Thank you. Now please relax, take a deep breath and exhale, relax completely. Now all audience members, please focus on watching. I find watching others enter hypnosis very fascinating. You should watch how the person on stage enters hypnosis, take a deep breath, wait a moment, slowly exhale, and then completely relax. You may feel the influence in your seat, which is perfectly normal. Deeply..."

Take a breath and relax. Hold on and don't exhale, relax deeply, then exhale completely

. You may have noticed that as you listen to me, your gaze is focused on something

. Relax. Perhaps some audience members really want to go on stage but are too shy. Now you

don't need worry about the stage. You can relax. Inhale, exhale, relax deeply. I know that every

audience member, every single person, has a feeling of wanting to try hypnosis. Inhale, exhale, relax deeply.

Now is your chance. As you listen to my voice, you can feel the feelings of the people on stage.

Relax. Now I know there is someone in the audience who really wants to go on stage. Take a deep breath and relax.

I kept pinching myself to avoid being hypnotized, then I looked around. Almost everyone

was staring intently at the stage. Even the waitresses and bartenders had stopped moving and were standing there blankly

. Rob was looking at Manisha. I looked at Manisha; she stared back at him listlessly, like a frightened little animal .

I

shifted my position, hiding my erect penis. I didn't know who I was afraid of seeing. I

figured even if I took off my underwear and put it over my head, Manisha wouldn't notice.

"That audience member has entered a hypnotic state, completely lost in my gaze. Now, I only need to

tap their forehead, and they will fall into a deep sleep, entering a profound hypnotic state. Breathe and

relax. In fact, you will fall asleep as soon as I tap your forehead."

He turned to face the volunteers on the stage. Everyone looked dazed. He tapped

their foreheads one by one, and they slumped down.

"Now you've seen my power. They're all so relaxed, deeply asleep.

There's one more chair on stage, a

chair for the audience who want to relax and sleep as deeply as they do. Think about how comfortable you feel right now, how comfortable it feels to be relaxed. If you

relax even more, you'll feel double the joy. Now, Manisha Marshall, please come up and sit in this chair

to relax even more."

Before I realized we were both on the guest list, I was quite surprised he knew her full

name, but that couldn't compare to

the shock I felt when I watched the hypnotized Manisha stand up and walk towards the last chair on stage. She looked like a zombie from some cheap movie, her hands limply

at her sides, slowly walking forward. When she sat down, Rob went over and said something to her.

He turned off the microphone, so no one knew. I don't know what he said, but I think he was deepening her

hypnotic state. Then he reached out and patted her forehead, and she closed her eyes and slumped weakly

against the girl beside her, completely hypnotized.

I wanted to describe what happened on stage, but there wasn't much to say. I envied my cousin's

job , but he didn't do anything that other hypnotists hadn't done. He made these volunteers dance,

lose control of their bodies, play with animals that didn't exist, and even shoot

them . Even so, watching Manisha do these things on stage was quite enjoyable, even though it wasn't

one of my cousin's best performances, but I didn't care at all.

After the performance, he released the volunteers from their hypnotic state one by one and let them walk off

the stage . When it was Manisha's turn, he whispered something in her ear to wake her up, and then I watched Manisha

walk blankly to my side and sit down.

"Oh, a very good performance," I said to her.

“Yeah, it’s really incredible. I can’t believe people do those things involuntarily,

” she said.

“Hey, you went on stage too,” I said, a little skeptical.

“Haha, no, I’ve been sitting here with you the whole time,” she replied.

“You went on stage, and you even thought you were a stripper, taking off your sweater and t-shirt on stage.”

This was the audience’s favorite part.

“Okay, Richard, maybe I did that in your imagination, but I really have been here the whole time,

and nothing you say can change that,” she insisted.

I think it must have been Robert who made her forget everything about being hypnotized, which was quite unusual for him. Usually,

he loved seeing the ashamed and embarrassed look on the faces of those he hypnotized after the hypnosis ended.

“Shouldn’t we go backstage and say hello?” she suggested.

"Uh, to whom?"

"Rob, of course! He's your cousin, don't you want to see him?"

"Oh! Of course, of course! I'm surprised you want to too." "

Because he's so captivating on stage."

So Manisha practically dragged me to Rob's dressing room. When we got there, Rob was outside

talking to someone. I think he was trying to hypnotize the waitress. Then he saw me. "Richard,

it's so nice to see you here. I hope you enjoyed the performance."

"Every detail is just as you imagined," I said, and we

couldn't help but chuckle at Manisha's bewildered expression. "This is Manisha."

"It's nice to meet you. You can sit in the dressing room first. I'll be there soon. Oh,

and Manisha, when you sit down, you need to think about a magnet."

Manisha looked at him strangely, like a stranger suddenly telling you to think about a magnet. "Okay."

Then we went in. I sat down in the nearest chair, and Manisha sat on

the sofa . Suddenly, she slowly raised her left hand. She looked at it in surprise. "My hand!"

"Hmm, what do you want to do?" I asked.

"I don't know, it feels like there's a magnet or something inside, I can't put it down, it

just keeps floating upwards," she tried to press it down with her right hand, but it didn't work at all, it only

slightly slowed down the rise of her left hand. "This is so strange, Richard! I can't control my hand!"

"Why don't you relax and see what happens?" I suggested.

By this time, her left hand had slowly reached shoulder height. She pulled one last time with her right hand, and then

finally gave up, quietly watching her left hand rise to near her eyes, and then to her forehead. In that

instant, she suddenly closed her eyes, her whole body lost strength, her head drooped to her chest, and she fell into a deep sleep, leaving only...

My left hand remained on my forehead. Looking at Manisha like this filled me with energy; I really

wanted to a camera and capture the moment. Just then, Rob walked in.

He nodded to me and then spoke to Manisha.

"Manissa, your hands are no longer like magnets. Let them hang down beside you. Letting them hang down beside you

will help you relax more." Her hands lowered. "Very good, good girl. Now I'm going to say

something to Richard. You might find it boring, so I want you to concentrate on counting from one to one thousand. Every time you

count a number, imagine you're going down a very long staircase, and at the bottom of the staircase is a

very comfortable bed where you can relax. When you reach the last step, the one thousandth step, you will let your

mind and brain fall asleep comfortably on that bed, completely relaxed, even sleeping more soundly than you are now

. But you will open your eyes and stand up, waiting for my voice, so that I can guide you into a more relaxed

hypnotic state, understand? Now start counting."

He turned to me. "I'm very disappointed in you, Richard. This girl is so easily hypnotized,

why don't you try it yourself?"

"I don't know, I don't think it will work, and I don't want to control her mind. I'm afraid of messing

everything up. I really love her. If it weren't for how attractive she is when she's asleep, I would have always hoped for

other ways to get closer to her. And she told me she can't be hypnotized."

"Oh, you know what? Her receptiveness to hypnosis is surprisingly high."

I was quite surprised because Manisha seemed so opinionated.

"Then I'll give her some post-hypnotic suggestions so you can put her into a hypnotic state at any time. I

can also make her enjoy being hypnotized by you and feel that being hypnotized by you is the most wonderful thing."

"Great, thank you."

"Hey, if you hadn't practiced with me back then, I might still be working at Burger King now. I guess I

owe you."

Then our conversation turned to his stories of traveling around the United States over the past few years, all very

good experiences, but now he was telling my story.

About ten minutes later, I noticed that Manisha opened her eyes and stood up, staring straight

ahead.

"Oh!" I exclaimed in surprise, looking at her empty eyes.

“I know, that always excites me, no matter how many times I’ve done it. Now, Manisha

, look at me and tell me who I am?”

She turned to look at him. “Master.”

Rob glanced at me, as if to tell me, ‘I love this job,’ then looked at Manisha.

“Yes, you are my slave, and I am your master, but you have another master, slave.

Now look at Richard.”

She turned to me.

“He is also your master. You must obey him as you obey me. You enjoy being his slave

as you enjoy being my slave. You want to make him happy as you want to make me happy. You want him

to hypnotize you as you want me to hypnotize you. Now you know, your sleeping mind and brain remember it all,

but the awake Manisha doesn’t. When Manisha wakes up, she will have no memory of

anything that happened after she came into the lounge. She will only think that she was talking to Richard. Understand? When I count to three,

the sleeping Manisha will become the awake Manisha. One, two, then wake up, three!”

“It’s so nice to have you here. I haven’t seen Richard properly in ages, and it’s great to meet

his friends. Did you enjoy my performance?”

Manisha blinked, looking a little confused. Then she sat down, shook her head to

clear her head, and began to smile. “It was fantastic! I loved it! It was really fun. I don’t think I

’ve laughed this heartily in years. Just after it ended, Richard tried to tell me

that .”

Rob laughed. “Since you didn’t go on stage then, would you like to try now?”

“Oh, I can’t be hypnotized,” she said.

“Really? Why are you so sure?”

“A female friend of mine tried it on me, but it failed,” she explained.

"You don't think I... am an expert and might do a better job than her?"

"No, she majored in psychology, I think she's good enough."

"In that case, can you let me try?"

"Why?"

"Why not? The worst that can happen is I fail, and if you can't be

hypnotized , then you can't be hypnotized, right?

" Manisha nodded reluctantly. "Okay, since you insist."

"Great, now I'm going to do something a little different from what I did on stage with those volunteers tonight.

Can I have your necklace?" he asked.

Manisha's necklace was a gold heart-shaped box, which she had hidden under her sweater and shirt,

but we had all seen it clearly when she went on stage. Manisha didn't notice that Rob probably hadn't seen the

necklace before, and quickly took it off and handed it to him.

Rob took the box and walked to the sofa where Manisha was sitting. He held the box up,

right in front of her, and slowly swung his arm, making the necklace sway from side to side, just like

in .

"This necklace must be special to you, right? Whose picture is inside?" he asked.

"My sister's," she replied.

"What's her name?"

"Casey."

"That's a beautiful name. So, Manisha, since this is so important to you, you must

keep your eyes fixed on it. Don't move your head, just follow it with your eyes, left, right, left, right.

But you trust me, right?"

"Yes."

"Good. Trusting me is important because you'll find your eyes getting tired and heavy.

They need moisture, so you have to blink constantly. And when you close your eyes, you can't look at your

photo box. But you trust me. You know you can close your eyes, and

nothing . So you can blink with confidence. Your photo box is always here."

She started blinking repeatedly, then opened her eyes again.

"Take a deep breath, now, exhale and relax deeply. Trust me, it's good because

your eyes are getting heavier and heavier. You have to keep blinking. Blinking feels so good, you want to keep

blinking."

She closed her eyes, then opened them a second later.

"Breathe deeply and relax even more. Every time you blink, you'll be happy that the photo box

is still in front of you. You'll watch it swing back and forth with your tired eyes. Every time you see your photo

box, you'll relax even more and keep blinking. And every time you relax more, your eyes will become

heavier and tireder, and you'll want to keep blinking even more. Blink, relax, blink, relax, blink. Now opening

your eyes is so difficult. Keep blinking. Although you want to look at your photo box, what you want even more is to

close your eyes." Blink, relax, blink, it's okay, trust me. When you blink again, you'll

find it feels much better to keep your eyes closed. Blink, when your eyes are closed, you know I'll

keep your photo box safe. Blink, you trust me, blink, relax deeply, blink, keep blinking.

She now closes her eyes for a while before quickly opening them again, and when she tries to keep them open, as soon as

she hears him say "blink," she immediately closes them again, as if every time she opens her eyes, it's only to

close them again.

"Blink, blink, drift off to sleep."

She finally closed her eyes and didn't open them again.

"This feeling of relaxation is wonderful. Now let me guide you into a deeper hypnosis. Relax and enter

a deeper hypnosis. You will feel a hand touching your body. Wherever it touches, you will feel that place

lose its strength, like your eyes. First, your legs."

Rob gestured to me, so I got up and walked towards Manisha, stroking her thighs

. I stroked wherever he gestured.

"Hip, so relaxed and heavy. Abdomen, feeling so relaxed, warm, and sleepy. Chest

, so heavy. Arms, then the whole hand, heavy, warm, and relaxed...

until every inch of her muscles loses their strength.

" "Manisha, have you ever been hypnotized?"

She murmured something we couldn't understand.

“Listen carefully, sleeping Manisha can talk to us. She wants to tell us everything we ask

. She wants to answer all my questions, even things that only sleeping Manisha knows. Have you ever

been hypnotized?”

“Yes, twice.”

“When?”

“Tonight, and two months ago.”

“Who hypnotized you two months ago?”

“Lisa.”

“Her friend,” I explained to my cousin.

"Tell us about what happened when Lisa hypnotized you."

"She took a hypnosis course and wanted to perform for me and three other friends. She had us go to her

apartment, sit in chairs she had prepared, and then she dimmed the lights, told us to do deep breathing,

and told us how relaxed we were and how sleepy we would start to get. Then I noticed the other

girls were falling asleep, and I started to worry because I didn't want to be controlled by Lisa. But when I tried to leave

, she suddenly only talked to me, telling me how much I needed to relax, how

good it felt to close my eyes and fall into a deep sleep. Then I realized I couldn't do anything but look into her eyes, and finally I closed

my eyes too."

"What did you do after you fell asleep?"

"We all did some funny things, like talking to her dog. Then she made everyone

remember what happened during the hypnosis except me. Then she woke us up, told the other three to go home first,

and told me to stay. Then she whispered something to me, and I fell into a deep sleep again."

"And then?"

“She told me I was a lesbian and that I was in love with her. She wanted me to give her oral sex, and then she put

me to sleep and told me to forget everything.”

“Did Lisa give you any instructions afterward?”

“She told me that whenever I heard her say ‘Kitty, sleep,’ I would immediately

fall asleep .”

“Okay, Manisha, now I want you to completely relax and enter a deeper hypnosis. You won’t

pay attention to anything around you until you feel a hand touching your knee, understand? Now, completely

relax.”

Rob turned to me. “Oh my god!”

“That’s what I thought too. I never imagined Lisa was… like this.”

“Have you met Lisa?” Rob asked.

"I've seen her. She's very beautiful. I've heard Manisha mention that she thinks she's a bit promiscuous, but I've never

heard of her being a lesbian or a hypnotist."

"Okay, I think you have to do something about her. You can't let her keep

confusing , especially after tonight. My suggestion is that you have Manisha invite her over, and then hypnotize her to

leave your girlfriend."

"I can't do it."

"You can. You're even better than me. The only thing you can't do is because you're afraid, but

now you have to do it, understand?

" "Okay, I will."

“Okay, now look at Manisha,” Rob reached out and touched her knee. “Manisha, you

’re so relaxed right now. In a moment, I’ll snap my finger and you’ll wake up, but you won’t remember being hypnotized. You

’ll think I tried to hypnotize you but failed. However, every time I touch your nose, you’ll take off a piece of clothing,

and you won’t realize what you’re doing until I ask you if you’re cold. And when you realize

what you’re doing, you’ll find yourself uncontrollably taking off all your clothes, and when you’re completely

naked , you’ll find the clothes on the floor so heavy you can’t pick them up.” Then he snapped

his finger.

“Okay, I give up. You win. You really can’t be hypnotized.”

Manisha shook her head, understood the situation, and then started laughing. “I knew it, but you

did a really good job. I almost thought I was hypnotized.”

My cousin scratched his nose. "You don't need to comfort me."

Manisha immediately took off her sweater, revealing a yellow t-shirt with the amusement park's name on the

front . Without the sweater, her breasts were even more prominent. I noticed Rob was also staring intently at her

breasts. "Okay, I admit, I don't really feel anything," she said, taking off her shoes after

Rob scratched his nose again.

"You almost hypnotized me," I joked.

Manisha laughed, and my cousin scratched his nose again. She took off her jeans.

"Is your nose bothering you?" Manisha asked.

"No," he scratched his nose again, "It's just a habit."

Manisha took off her t-shirt. I almost ejaculated in my pants. Her body was so

beautiful and . I had never seen her like this before, except for just now on stage.

Rob chuckled and asked, "Manissa, don't you feel a little cold in here?"

"No? Why..." Manissa said, looking at her body, suddenly realizing

she was only wearing underwear, socks, and glasses. She then started taking off the rest of her clothes,

protesting in surprise, "What's going on? How come I'm not wearing any clothes? I can't stop,

what have you done to me!?"

She finally took off her glasses, which I quickly picked up from the floor. Then she tried to cover

her body with her hands, one hand covering her breasts and the other covering her genitals, but she still looked quite alluring.

"Manissa," Rob said, "I bet you, when I snap my fingers, you'll find

your hands are so heavy you can't lift them, they just hang naturally at your sides." Then

her cousin snapped his fingers, and Manissa immediately lowered her hands. The sight was even more captivating now. I noticed her

breasts were much larger than I had imagined, because her clothing was always very conservative.

However, she immediately turned her back to us, still calling out.

"Manissa, when I snap my fingers again, you'll find your mouth becomes very relaxed, only able to

speak when answering questions. You'll also find you have to turn to face us and can't leave."

Rob snapped his fingers again, and Manissa suddenly fell silent and turned to face us.

At that moment, there was a knock at the door.

"Manissa, now there are two metal rings on your wrists. When I snap my fingers, these two

rings will become very light, so light that they will pull your hands straight up, and you'll find yourself completely

unable to move. You can only stand here and wait for me to return."

He stood up, snapped his fingers, and walked out. I watched Manissa slowly raise her hands

above her and hold them straight up. I didn't know how long Rob would be gone; right now, I just wanted to keep this image of Manissa

in my mind forever.

He returned with a smile on his face.

"How was it?" I asked.

"Looks like I have more time than I thought. The hotel I booked for next week caught

fire, which means I'm pretty free now. Is your place big?

" "Sorry, I live in a dorm. There's only a bed and a desk in there; there's really no other space

."

"What about hers?"

"I've only been there once. It used to be a place for four people, but two of them moved

out. I think it should be quite spacious."

"Good, that's fine. I think you can sleep anywhere."

"Manissa, now I want you to completely relax and listen carefully to my voice."

After giving more instructions, Manissa woke up, got dressed, and suddenly invited

Rob to stay with her.

"You can stay until Beth comes back, no problem," she said.

Rob smiled. I knew Beth would be happy after everything was over.

Because Rob was traveling with some friends, he had to let them know before we left

. He said he'd be back in the lounge in about an hour, and then he left. I sat there awkwardly

, wondering what to say so she wouldn't realize I'd seen her naked ten minutes earlier.

She broke the silence first. "It's a wonderful evening, thank you for the invitation."

"It's nothing, it's just a shame you can't be hypnotized."

"Yeah, you know I can't be hypnotized."

"I think maybe I can." "

I don't really think so, but I can let you try." One of the instructions she received was that

she would gladly accept the opportunity to be hypnotized by me or Rob.

"Okay, close your eyes first."

"I thought you only close your eyes after being hypnotized," she mocked.

"I know I skipped a step, but I want you to close your eyes and sit comfortably, take a deep

breath, hold it, and then exhale. Now do it again, exhale, and continue

sitting like this, breathing deeply. Pay attention to your breathing and my voice. That's the only thing you need to focus on right now

. You'll find that with each breath, each exhale after inhaling, your body will become more relaxed.

Breathe , then relax, listen to my voice, then relax."

I put my hand next to her ear and snapped my fingers. "You heard a very powerful

voice. In a moment, as you relax more, you'll hear that voice again. When you hear that voice

, you'll try to open your eyes, but when you hear it, you'll feel your whole body so..." Relaxed and

comfortable, your eyes don't want to open; they so desperately want to stay closed that they betray your

mind and remain tightly shut. The more your mind tries to open your eyes, the tighter they close, until your

mind, like your body, is exhausted and can only listen to my voice. Now you'll

notice every part of your body is deeply relaxed. Your legs and feet feel so warm and

heavy; in fact, you can no longer feel their presence because they are so warm and heavy.

The same goes for your arms. With each breath, you'll feel a part of your body completely relax

. Now it's your neck. Let your head droop and drift off to sleep comfortably, warm and relaxed. Keep

breathing , inhale, exhale.

I snapped my fingers again. "Try opening your eyes. It feels so heavy, so comfortable. Let go. Let

your mind sleep as warmly as your eyes, like your hands, your feet, all sleeping deeply, deeply, deeply

..."

I was a little surprised. I could still do it. Maybe Robert was right. Between the two of us, my hypnosis

was always better. I just couldn't perform on stage. After a few setbacks, I left

Robert to study law, but I still did very well in one-on-one hypnosis.

"Deeper, deeper, Manisha, now you must learn some very important words. The first is

'sleep time.' When I say 'sleep time,' you will fall asleep quickly, deeply asleep, and you

won't notice anything happening around you until I say 'Wake up, Manisha.' The second is '

Manisha doll.' When I say 'Manisha doll,' your mind will completely fall asleep, and I will control

your body. You will do whatever I say and become my slave. And when I say 'Hypnotic time

, Manisha,' you will immediately enter a deep hypnotic state, ready to listen to my voice, wanting only

to listen to my voice. Finally, when I ask you to do something and snap my fingers, you will immediately forget

what I asked you to do, but you will definitely do it. Now, when I count to three, you will wake up and forget

all the advice I gave you, but you will remember other things that happened while you were hypnotized. After tonight, you

will remember that you were hypnotized. One, two, three!

Manisha opened her eyes and looked around. 'Oh!'"

"How was it?" I asked.

"You succeeded. I mean, I think I'm hypnotized. I just closed my eyes, and when you snapped

your fingers I thought I could open them, but I just couldn't." She paused. "Did you have me

do anything? Did you give me any advice?

" "No, not this time, but I will in a moment. Hypnosis time, Manisha."

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but she immediately closed her eyes and slumped onto

the sofa .

"Entering deeper hypnosis, Manisha. Now you will be completely relaxed and enter a deeper, deeper

hypnosis. When you wake up, every time I say something and clap my hands, you will become that thing. If

I say truck, you will become a truck; if I say stripper, you will become a stripper.

Before I say 'remember,' the conscious Manisha won't remember the instruction, but the conscious Manisha

will remember that I can easily bring her back to a deep hypnotic state, which excites you. You like

the feeling of being controlled by me, and you want me to make you do more sexy things. One, two, three!?

" "Am I hypnotized again?"

"Yes, but now you are a clothing mannequin in a store." I clapped my hands.

She struck a traditional mannequin pose and then remained still. I stood up and

moved her so I could take off her sweater and then her t-shirt.

"You are now a belly dancer." I clapped my hands again.

Manisha looked at me and swayed her body towards me. Before tonight, I couldn't have imagined she could

dance like that. Then she pressed her bare belly button close to my face.

Just then, the door opened, and Rob walked in. "Oh, I should have knocked first."

"Hypnosis time, Manisha."

Manisha stopped dancing, closed her eyes, and placed her hands limply at her sides.

"When I count to three, you will wake up and will no longer be affected by the suggestion to clap. You will not remember

anything that happened during the hypnosis until I say 'remember,' one, two, three!?"

Manisha shook her head and looked around. Her sweater and t-shirt were lying on the floor, and she was standing

between my legs. "What happened?"

"Remember," I said.

She looked at me, then at Rob, and laughed awkwardly. "Oh, God! I didn't

really do those things, did I? I didn't mean to at all, oh dear," she said, looking at Rob. "I think your cousin

is a better hypnotist than you. "

That's what I've been telling him all these years."

Chapter Two: Manisha's Residence

Manisha drove Rob and me to her residence. Rob only had some luggage with him; his companions had taken

everything to the next location (the hotel where the fire occurred).

Nothing unusual happened on the way, as neither Rob nor I had any interest in disturbing her

mind , especially in this Toyota.

We parked in the parking lot of Manisha's residence. As Rob took his luggage, I

said , "Manisha, when we go into your residence, take me to your room so Rob and Beth can be alone.

" Then I snapped my fingers. She blinked, but didn't respond at all.

When we entered her apartment, Rob left his luggage at the front door, and Manisha introduced him to Beth.

Beth had long, beautiful black hair and fair skin. Her breasts appeared larger than Manisha's, though

that might just be an intentional impression. She always wore tight clothes; tonight, for example, she was wearing

a top that practically revealed her nipples, along with tight jeans.

"Come on, Richard, I have something in my room that I want to show you," she said, grabbing my hand and pulling me into her

room before closing the door.

"What is it?" I asked.

“Perhaps you should try hypnotizing me more; we were interrupted last time.”

I sat on her bed, smiling. “What would you like to do while hypnotized?”

She blushed. “I don’t know.”

“You know, you can’t make anyone do something they don’t want to do while hypnotized, so for

everything you do, I can assume there’s a part you really want, even if the conscious Manisha doesn’t think so,

okay?”

Manisha considered for a moment. “Sure, as long as I’m willing to do it.”

“Okay, Manisha, sit next to me, and then, hypnosis time, Manisha.”

She closed her eyes, her head drooping limply forward.

“Entering deeper hypnosis, now, Manisha, when you wake up in a bit, you’ll feel…”

"Your clothes are making you so uncomfortable, they're making your whole body itchy, and all you want to do is take them off. But before you take off any of them, you have to get my permission first. You can't take off any clothes

unless I say yes , one, two, three!" 　　She opened her eyes, looked around, and then started wriggling her body. 　　"What's wrong?" I asked. 　　"You know what's wrong with me? My sweater is making me so itchy. Don't tell me this wasn't your suggestion." 　　I forgot to erase her memory of the suggestion, but it didn't have much effect. I watched her continue wriggling . "Okay, do you want to take it off?" 　　"Impossible, I can resist, no problem, you haven't done enough." She stuck out her tongue at me defiantly . 　　“I bet with every breath you take, you feel ten times worse, in fact, maybe twenty times . Soon, you’ll feel so uncomfortable you can’t take it anymore.” 　　She seemed to be holding her breath, but gave up after only twenty seconds. After about ten more breaths, she yelled, “Okay, I give up. Can I take off my sweater?” 　　“Sure, sure.” 　　She took off the sweater, leaving only the yellow t-shirt. 　　“Seems like it’s not helping,” she said. 　　She kept shifting positions and then asked, “Can I take off my shoes and socks?” 　　“Sure, sure.” 　　She took off her shoes and socks. 　　“Your feet are beautiful,” I said. 　　"Uh, thank you," she said uncomfortably. "I can't think of anything to take off, my glasses ?" 　　"No, Manisha, your glasses make you feel comfortable. In fact, they 're the only thing on your body that makes you feel comfortable." 　　"Then how do I take off my t-shirt?" 　　"Okay, take off your glasses and give them to me." 　　She took off her glasses and handed them to me. After she took off her t-shirt, I gave them back to her. "That's much better." She put her glasses back on. 　　"What's next?" I asked. 　　"Nothing, I'm all set. Hypnotize me again, and then stop all of this." 　　"No, we agreed that you could do anything you would do under hypnosis, and this is part . I think every time I touch your nose, your clothes will make you a hundred times more uncomfortable." I reached out to touch her, but she grabbed my hand. 　　"Ha." She laughed, pulling my hand away from her nose. I tried to touch her nose with my other hand, but she grabbed mine with hers. We remained like that for a moment, then I decided to end it quickly. 　　"Your arms have become heavy and warm, completely powerless, so heavy you can't lift them." 　　Her grip on me loosened, then finally gave way. Her hands hung limply downwards, her expression one of frustration. I touched her nose, again and again... 　　"Okay, I surrender. Can I take off my pants?" she asked. 　　"No, take off your bra first, but you have to figure out a way to get my permission first." 　　"Figure out a way? No way," I touched her nose a few more times, "Okay, okay, what ? Or what do you want me to do?" 　　I moved closer to her stomach, "This." I put my mouth close to her navel and blew on it. She smiled sensitively. I blew on it again and licked her navel with my tongue. Then I moved up to between her breasts and blew on her cleavage. 　　"Okay, okay, this is so ticklish." 　　"Okay, you can take off your bra now." 　　She was still just sitting there and glanced at me. "My hands still can't move." 　　"Oh, right, when I blow on your navel again, your hands will be back under your control." 　　Then I bent down and blew on it again. 　　I sat up and watched her take off her bra. She smiled. "It feels so good." 　　"You have beautiful breasts." 　　She ignored me. "Okay, can I take off my pants now?" 　　"Yes, as long as you swallow something for me." 　　"Swallow what?" 　　I stood up and took off my pants and underwear, standing naked in front of her. I pointed to my already erect penis. "This. Just let it come out and swallow it, and I'll let you take off your jeans." 　　"Don't even think about it." She shook her head. 　　I pushed my penis against her face, repeatedly touching her nose. 　　"Don't do this!" she screamed. 　　"This is your only choice," I saw her reach out her hand. "Your hand became warm and heavy again. You can only hold it beside you. In fact, your whole body is very relaxed, completely powerless . You can only lie down and relax, but your clothes still make you feel very uncomfortable." 　　She fell back onto the bed, and I got on the bed and straddled her stomach. Then I reached out and touched her nose again. 　　"Okay, okay, I'll do it, I'll swallow anything!" 　　I knelt down, first rubbing my penis against her face to get pleasure, then ejaculated with my hand. I tried to aim at her open mouth, but most of it ended up on her face. 　　"Sorry," I said. 　　She swallowed the semen that had entered her mouth. 　　"You'll crave my semen, you'll do anything to get it." Then I snapped my fingers. 　　"It's not as bad as I thought," she admitted. 　　"Okay, as long as I touch your belly button, you can control your body again," I got off put my pants back on, then sat down and patted her belly button. She sat up. 　　She rolled her eyes, tidying herself up. "So what's next? Hurry up, I want to take off ." 　　"Hmm, let me think, I need your permission to move into an empty room." 　　"Okay, actually, that's what I was thinking too." She said, taking off her panties. 　　"What do you think?"

“Much better, and then?”

“Sit on the floor, good, I think it’s time for a nap.”

She fell into a deep sleep as if the lights had been turned off, and I got up and left the room.

I saw Rob sitting on the sofa talking to Beth. She saw me and smiled dreamily. “

You can stay as long as you want.”

“Thank you,” I said.

Rob whispered something in her ear, she nodded, and then closed her eyes and went limp

. I went over and sat down in the chair next to the sofa.

“How is it?” I asked.

“She’s not as easily hypnotized as Manisha, but she’s a good subject. I found she’s

also excited about hypnosis. And she was one of the people Lisa hypnotized, although she remembers it

, but of course not all of it. Also, she likes you, which is strange, isn’t it?”

“Hey.”

“How’s it going on your end?”

“Everything’s easy. I had her take off her clothes, and now I can move in.”

“Really, that’s great. I really look forward to campus life.”

“So what should we do with Lisa?” I asked.

“Actually, Lisa ordered Beth to stay home tomorrow night to wait for her to come over. I believe she

made the same suggestion to Manisha. We just need to stay here and wait for Lisa to come before we make our move.”

Then I went back to Manisha’s room.

“Wake up, Manisha.”

She sat up blankly. “Was I asleep?”

“No, you were.”

“That’s strange. I didn’t think anyone would… like this.”

“You’re so tired, so it’s not surprising at all. You feel so sleepy. I guarantee

you’ll fall asleep the moment your head hits the pillow. You’ll be in a very deep sleep the moment your head hits the pillow.

So you should put on your pajamas and go to bed now. As soon as you lie down on the pillow, you’ll fall into a deep sleep

immediately . You’ll sleep very well until you have class tomorrow morning.”

She went to the closet, took out a set of flannel pajamas and put them on. Then she put her glasses on the dressing table

, threw the clothes she had just thrown on the floor into the laundry basket, and then crawled into the comforter and lay down. The

moment she touched the pillow, she immediately closed her eyes and lost consciousness.

I went to an empty room, only to find there was no bed. So I went back to Manisha's room

, lay down on the blankets next to her, and prepared to sleep.

Chapter 3 Moving

That day I was busy moving into Manisha and Beth's place. My original dorm room was just a

single room , barely bigger than a car. It only took

three trips to move all my things from my room here in my car.

After I put away my clothes, books, stereo equipment, and computer, Rob accompanied me to IKEA to buy

some other furniture I didn't have (my original dorm room had a bed and desk).

After choosing a bed, desk, chair, and a beanbag chair, Rob took me back to the apartment and got out of the car. He then drove around the city in my driveway

. I decided to sleep in Manisha's bed first (my bed wouldn't arrive for two days) to recharge

for whatever might happen that night.

When I woke up, the sun had already set, and the room was pitch black except for

a sliver of light coming through the crack in the door. I heard noises outside, so I went to open the door. I recognized

one then I noticed the sound was slowly approaching.

Hesitant, I hid in the closet.

I didn't think I could handle Lisa alone, so hiding in the closet was

the only option I could think of. Her closet was quite spacious, and there was a slit in the door that allowed me

to see the entire room.

Almost as soon as I closed the closet, the bedroom door opened, and Manisha followed Lisa

in. Manisha then turned on the light, and for a moment, I couldn't see anything. My eyes

slowly adjusted to the brightness.

"You let Richard move in here?" Lisa asked, sounding a little disappointed.

"Yes, I thought having another roommate was good," Manisha replied.

Lisa nodded and circled the room, then suddenly stared directly into Manisha's eyes and

said in a low, suggestive voice, "Yes, having another roommate is nice, but do you

really need to be with a man right now? Your life is so hectic, will living with a man make you relax

? Unlike living with a woman, unlike you and me, unlike you looking right into my eyes

, my eyes make you relax. Let my voice and eyes help you relax, forget all your

troubles , fall back into my comforting magic, deeply enter my hypnosis. Now take off your clothes,

Manisha, relax even more."

I must admit Lisa was really amazing. Manisha's eyes quickly became empty, her mind seemed to

leave her body at Lisa's command. Watching this, I felt incredibly excited. Manisha's body

began to undress, but her mind was completely blank.

Suddenly, I lost my balance and fell. Lisa looked at me in surprise and came

over to ask why there was a sound coming from the closet. I stood frozen in place, but she

would definitely find me if I did. Luckily, before she opened the closet, the door outside made a sound, and then I heard Rob

call out , "Hello, I'm back!"

"Who was that?" Lisa questioned Manisha.

"Rob, he's Richard's cousin," Lisa answered in a flat tone.

"You can continue to relax for now. I'm going to help Rob find a comfortable state like you are now. I

'll be back in a bit." I heard Lisa say this, and then I heard the door close. I stood up and

walked out of the closet.

"Manisha, can you hear me?" I shook Manisha.

There was no response. Actually, I had guessed this would happen. She only responded to Lisa's voice now.

Since I couldn't help Manisha, I decided to help Rob first, if Lisa was more capable than him.

When I got to the front door, I realized I had nothing to worry about. I saw Lisa slumped helplessly on the floor,

while Rob casually took off his shoes.

"That was fast!" I said.

"Want to hear this ironic thing? Guess who taught her hypnosis?" he said.

"You?"

"Yes, I remember seeing her a year ago, when I last came here. She

came backstage and told me she was doing

a school presentation and wanted to learn more about hypnosis. I happened to have some free time before my next performance, so I spent some time teaching her some basic hypnosis techniques. Of course, I

hypnotized her several times back then, so as soon as I saw her, I knew she was

Lisa . Then I only used one post-hypnotic instruction."

"Manisha in the room is still under her hypnosis. I was hiding in the closet at the time."

Rob smiled. "Oh, really? I'd really like to see." He looked down at

Lisa sleeping on the floor. "Lisa, when I snap my fingers, you will wake up, and then you will help Manisha break

the hypnosis . After you finish, you will go to the kitchen, sit in a chair, and then immediately return to the hypnotic

state you are in now." Then he snapped his fingers.

When Manisha emerged from the hypnotic state, she found herself naked. Rob, I, and the puppet-like

Lisa stood beside her. She didn't need to speak; I could see her distress.

"What happened? What are you all doing here? Why am I naked?" she asked

, her eyes quickly scanning us.

Rob reached into his mouth, grasped something, and held it out. When he opened his hand,

Manisha's necklace rested in his palm, dangling it in front of her eyes. "I just wanted to give this back to you.

Remember how relaxed it made you before? Now you just need to trust me, just like you trust me holding this

necklace . After I snap my fingers, I want you to stand up and sit in the kitchen. And when you sit down

, you'll find you can easily enter a deep sleep, just like before." Then he

snapped his fingers.

So we all got to the kitchen. Rob and I sat opposite the hypnotized Manisha and Lisa. Rob

talked to them, deepening their hypnotic state, and then gave them instructions.

“Lisa, every time you try to hypnotize Manisha, Beth, Richard, or me, you'll find that you

end hypnotizing yourself. You'll immediately enter a deep hypnotic state and be unable to resist

the commands given to you by the person you want to hypnotize. You'll also find yourself wanting to be hypnotized by me and Richard, which excites you.” Then he

turned to Manisha, “Manisha, I want a sleeping Manisha free from Lisa's suggestions, do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, tell me what it is, like a computer. You say it out loud, and if you

hear me say ‘discard,’ you'll erase it from your memory forever and it will no longer

affect . But if you hear me say ‘keep,’ it will continue to affect you.”

“As soon as I hear her say ‘Kitty, sleep,’ I immediately enter a deep hypnotic state.”

“Discard.”

“I'm attracted to women.”

“Keep.”

“I'm afraid of intimacy with men.”

“Discard.”

“I only get excited for her.”

“Discard.”

“My last boyfriend was terrible.”

"Did she make you believe your last boyfriend was awful?"

"Yes."

"Throw him away."

Just then, we heard the front door open.

"That must be Beth. I'm here helping Manisha, why don't you go play with her?" Rob suggested

.

I reluctantly left and met Beth in the living room.

"Hi, where's everyone?" she asked.

"Rob's in the kitchen hypnotizing Manisha."

"Cool! Can I go see?"

"No, she's hard to hypnotize, so Rob wants to be alone with her. If we go in now, it

might ruin everything," I explained.

"Oh, okay, what can we do?" she asked.

"Well, I can try some of the tricks Rob taught me on you," I suggested.

Whether this was Rob's advice or, as Rob said, she genuinely liked my

suggestion , "Great, let's go to my room."

Her room was almost identical to Manisha's; aside from pink, the entire room was almost entirely pink.

There was one difference: her room had a large armchair, the only

thing not pink.

She noticed me looking at the armchair strangely, wondering why such a brown checkered chair

would be placed in such a lovely room.

"It's my dad's. I put it there so I can think of him anytime," she said.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"No need. My dad is still alive. I just really like this chair, so I brought it." "

Well then, you can sit in that chair, and we'll begin."

"Okay." She sat down, and I asked her to place her feet flat on the floor.

"If you're ready to enter a deep hypnotic state, I want you to close your eyes, take a deep

breath , and slowly exhale."

She closed her eyes.

"Take a deep breath, let more oxygen fill your body, and with each exhale, your body

will relax even more." She took a few deep breaths, and her body began to relax.

"Each time you inhale and exhale, you can feel the natural rhythm of your body more, and you will

feel more comfortable and relaxed." I paused to let her relax on her own before continuing, "As you

continue to sit there, you will feel yourself becoming more and more relaxed. Can you feel that it is more comfortable if you put your hands on the armrests of

the chair ?" I waited again, and then she slowly placed

her hands, which were originally on her knees, on the armrests.

"Very good. Gently place your hands on the armrests, and you will find that your hands become very light, your hands..."

"You're doing very well, lightly touching the armrest. As you continue to hold the armrest so gently,

have noticed that with each breath you take, it seems like they're trying to rise a little higher?"

I waited a moment, and then her left hand slowly rose.

"Do you feel your hand getting lighter and lighter, and as your whole body completely relaxes, it's

slowly moving closer to your face? Does your other hand feel the same way? Or even lighter?"

At this point, both her hands were off the armrest, but her left hand was still slightly higher than her right.

"That feeling is very interesting. Your hands feel lighter and lighter, slowly moving closer to your face, but it's

completely beyond your control. When your hand is about to touch your face, it pauses briefly because you

know you're about to enter a deep hypnotic state."

At this point, her hand was almost at her face, her left hand was already above her shoulder, but her right hand was still at

her chest .

“Your hands won’t touch your face until you’re mentally ready to enter a deep hypnotic state.

When your hands do touch your face, take a deep breath, completely relax, and let yourself enter a deeper,

more peaceful hypnotic state.”

Her hands hovered about a centimeter from her face. I reached out and flicked my

finger near her ear. “Sleep!”

Her hands immediately touched her face, and she took a deep breath, completely relaxing. I had her

lower her hands and feel herself entering an even deeper hypnotic state.

When her hands returned to her knees, I decided to give her some advice.

“Can you hear me, Beth?”

“Yes.”

“Good. As we speak, you will continuously enter a deeper hypnotic state. Every word I say

and every word you answer will hypnotize you more deeply. Who am I, Beth?”

“Richard,” she answered listlessly.

"I'm not just Richard, am I?"

"Yes."

"I'm also your master."

"Yes, Master Richard."

"It feels good to hear me say that, doesn't it?"

"Yes, it's good."

"Good, Beth, whenever you hear me say 'Hypnotic time, Beth,' you'll feel very relaxed

and fall into a hypnotic state like you are now. And

whenever , you'll forget what I told you, but you'll definitely do what I say, understand?"

"Yes."

"Good, Beth, now I'm going to count from one to five. When I count to five, you'll

wake up , but you won't remember anything that happened after you closed your eyes. You'll only remember that it was a very

pleasant experience and that you'd like to be hypnotized by me again. One, two, three, four, five!"

She opened her eyes and slowly raised her head. She looked around and saw that I was still looking at her. She

smiled . "This is incredible. I've never felt so relaxed. Oh!

Do you have any advice for me?"

"Hypnotic time, Beth," I said.

She suddenly closed her eyes, opened them briefly, then closed them again, and slumped back in her chair.

"Beth, you're so relaxed. You can hear me. Now I'm going to ask you a few questions

. You'll answer me, tell me the truth. That feels good. Are you attracted to me?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to have sex with me?" I might be able to control a woman's mind, but I don't want

to rape anyone. That's why I haven't slept with Manisha yet. I want to confirm Manisha's

wishes. You really can't use hypnosis to make anyone do something they don't want to do (no matter

what says), so I can't force anyone.

"Yes."

That was, of course, the answer I wanted.

"Does hypnosis excite you?"

"Yes."

"Do you want me to hypnotize you into having sex with me?"

"Yes."

Once again, the answer was exactly what I wanted.

“Now, when I count to five, you will wake up. You won’t remember anything that happened after I said, ‘Hypnotic time,

Beth .’ And when you wake up, every time you hear me say, ‘Beth, look into my

eyes,’ you will find that you can only look at me, unable to look away, and you will obey

all the commands I give you until I snap my fingers to release the command, even if you feel completely awake

, understand?”

“Yes.”

“One, two, three, four, five!”

“Did you give me any advice? Can I try to resist?”

“Beth, you are really quite tempting. When I hypnotized you, you said you were willing to have sex with me,

but I won’t ask you or pursue you. I just need to use some hypnotic commands. You can try to resist,

but you will find that you have no way to resist.”

She smiled, looking somewhat worried.

“I’m not kidding, take off your shirt.” I snapped my fingers.

She began unbuttoning her blouse, quickly removing it until only her bra covered her perfect

breasts . Her beautiful black hair cascaded around her breasts, making me even more excited.

"You've taken your clothes off, even though you didn't want to. Now take off your jeans." I

snapped my fingers again.

She then noticed she was only wearing a bra, and began taking off her jeans. "You can't make

me do this! I can resist, I can resist!" She gritted her teeth, furrowed her brow, seemingly

resisting with all her might, but her movements didn't slow down at all. Soon she had taken off her pants, revealing

a pair of long, slender legs and white panties.

"You can't resist me, Beth. Now take off your bra and panties." Another snap.

"Go to hell, you..."

"Don't talk." Another snap.

Her bra fell to the ground, and her breasts (as magnificent as they looked) sprang free

. Then she bent down and took off her panties, revealing a small mound covered in black pubic hair.

As she threw her panties on the floor, she covered her genitals with one hand and her breasts with the other.

I stood up, took off my clothes, leaving only my panties and socks, and stood about half a

meter . I took another step forward to kiss her, but she kicked my shin

. Although she wasn't wearing shoes, the kick didn't hurt much, but it still made me take a half step back.

"You can't resist me, no matter how hard you try, Beth. Look into my eyes, look deeply into

my eyes."

Her eyes, which had been trying to look elsewhere, were slowly drawn to me. When she

saw my eyes, her expression became much more relaxed and peaceful, and her previous worry was gone.

"I'll punish you for kicking me later. Now, my slave, you'll feel a

warm, pleasurable sensation filling your entire body. You feel wonderful and hazy. You can't control your

hands, but you don't care at all. Let them lie naturally beside you. Your heart is filled only with desire

, burning lust. You crave sexual comfort, and only I can provide it. You desperately need me,

but before you have me, you must acknowledge that I am your master, and you are my slave."

I snapped my fingers, pulling her away from my gaze. She suddenly pounced on me,

kissing , pushing me onto her bed. But she couldn't do anything to me unless she acknowledged me

as her master.

"Say it."

"You are my master, Richard, and I am your slave."

Then I yielded.

After our lovemaking, I hypnotized her again, removing some suggestions, but not all,

then giving her some new ones and waking her up. We lay on the bed staring at the ceiling.

"I've become your slave?" she asked.

"Does this make you uncomfortable?"

"No, because I've always had this...fantasy," she paused, "What about Manisha

?"

"Manisha has to decide for herself whether she wants to give herself to me. You can't hypnotize someone into

doing something they don't want to do; you can only push them from behind."

"So I want to have sex with you and be your slave?"

"Yes, but I think you can just call me master when we're alone."

"Yes, master."

I smiled and reached out to stroke her breasts.

Chapter Four: The Subjugation of Manisha

Rob had been away for about a week, and I was thoroughly enjoying my new life. I hadn't

been toying with Manisha as often, because I spent most of my time on Beth, but I still hoped that

Manisha would submit to my power. I hoped she would be willing to become my slave, just like Beth.

When I got home in the evening after work, the two of them were sitting at the dining table reading. I usually don't

like to interrupt their reading with hypnosis, but today's work had left me feeling frustrated, and I needed to do something

to relieve it. I decided that tonight, I would make Manisha completely my slave.

"How was your reading today?" I asked casually.

Beth looked up first. "Not bad. There are still two days until the exam, but we promised

to do well this semester, so I think we'll continue reading all night."

"Aren't you going to take a break?"

Manisha rejected my suggestion without even looking up. "Impossible, we've only just gotten into it."

"How long have you been reading?"

"Five hours."

"Oh, come on, you need to rest. You'll collapse if you keep going like this."

Manisha kept her head down. "No, I'm serious."

"You know that reading like this is ineffective. Let's go see a movie. Two hours won't affect anything

."

"I'm ignoring you..." Manisha replied.

“Come on.”

“I can’t hear anything.”

Beth shrugged at me and looked down at her notes again.

“I don’t know how you two can go on for so long without resting. I

start I can imagine

how difficult it is for you to stare at those words with your tired eyes. Maybe you feel like the words are all jumbled together and getting more and more blurry.”

“I can’t hear you,” Manisha said, trying not to hear what I was saying.

“No, you can hear me. You can look at the words in front of you and listen to my voice at the same time.

All you can do now is look at the book on the table with your tired eyes and listen to my voice. You feel

sleepy, Manisha, and Beth. You have to blink because reading these books makes them so

heavy and tiring.”

Both girls blinked, and as I continued, they blinked more and more frequently.

"I wasn't listening."

"You are, and so is your body. It knows how tiring reading is. I know

how heavy your eyes feel. You feel like you're barely keeping them open, blinking constantly. I know your eyes are so

tired that you can't see the words in front of you anymore; you can only see a blur. I know you've read a lot,

but now you just want to sleep, to relax. I know your neck feels so tired, your head feels so

heavy. If you close the book, you won't have to look at those words anymore. You can fall asleep right away because

you feel so sleepy and tired."

I went to Manisha's side, covered her with the book, and whispered in her ear, "Sleep." She

blinked a few times, trying to resist, but eventually closed her eyes tightly, lay down on the table, and fell asleep. Then I

went to Beth's side and covered her with the book. She too lay down on the table, weak and relaxed.

"Very relaxed, nothing will bother you. In fact, when I count to three, you will relax

to the point of complete unconsciousness, losing your hearing, your touch, everything that might disturb your sleep,

unless you hear me call your name. One, very, very deep relaxation, two... very deep... three

."

Both of them were already fast asleep and would not react to the outside world. I went to Manisha's room.

I took out her Walkman and earphones, inserted a tape I had pre-recorded with my voice—a tape that

would allow her to enter an unprecedentedly deep hypnotic state—and then gave Manisha instructions.

"Manisha, you remain completely relaxed, but you will soon hear my voice. You will listen very

carefully to this voice; it will help you relax even more. When you hear this voice count to five

, you will wake up, but you will still be under my hypnotic control. You will take off all your clothes

, walk to the living room, sit in a chair, and re-enter a deep hypnotic state, awaiting my further commands."

I put the earphones on her head and pressed play.

Then I went to Beth, since she was now my slave, and woke her up.

"Was I just hypnotized?" she asked blankly.

"Yes, Manisha too. She's listening to a tape that'll help her become

a girl as good as you. It'll probably take another hour and a half. We can have some fun now."

"Yes, Master."

After thoroughly fucking Beth, I went to the living room and found Manisha sitting naked

in a chair, looking quite relaxed. I reached out and stroked the back of her neck and her breasts before sitting down

opposite .

"Manisha, when I snap my fingers, you'll open your eyes and see two pills in my hand,"

I said, an idea stolen from The Matrix. "The one in my right hand is a red pill. If

you take this pill, you'll fall asleep quickly and wake up tomorrow morning with no memory of

what happened tonight." Actually, it's an aspirin, and the blue pill is the same.

"And the blue pill in my left hand is an obedience pill. If you take it, you'll become my slave

and obey me without question. Wake up now."

I snapped my fingers and showed her the pills.

She looked at the pills, then at me.

"Red, you will forget everything. You will be completely awake and forget everything. Blue, you

will become my slave," I explained.

"You can't use hypnosis to turn someone into your slave," she argued.

"You're sitting here completely naked. I don't think you need to explain the power of hypnosis. A part of

you wants to sit here naked. Hypnosis is just bringing that part of you to the surface. I believe a part

of you definitely wants this blue pill, and a part of you dreams of submitting to my power, just like Beth

has become my slave."

"Beth?"

"She's fast asleep right now. She's my slave. She obeys me, and she wants you to obey

me too. She desperately wants to serve me alongside you, just like you, I think."

I didn't just think it; I saw her nipples harden, and her genitals were wet. Once

she swallowed the blue pill, she would be mine. At first, I just wanted to be with her, but since I made Beth

my slave, I've been thinking about making Manisha like that too. Anyway, many

relationships start with sexual submission, I guess.

She picked up the red pill, then put it down again, and looked into my eyes, asking, "Do you love

me?"

I answered sincerely, "I've loved you for a long time, this is the only way..."

"Okay, that's fine. I know you won't be like my last boyfriend. I'm willing, I

think... this will make everything much more interesting."

She swallowed the blue pill.

And I became her master.

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