The magic of hypnotists

Shirley carefully put on her evening clothes—tight jeans and a low-cut sweater. She stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her outfit before heading out.

"Hurry up, Shirley!" her friend Annie called out. "We're going to be late!"

"I don't know what we're going to do. Seeing some quack hypnotist is definitely a scam," Shirley protested. But her real reason for not wanting to go wasn't what she claimed. A few months ago, she'd seen many stories about mind control on a website, especially those about hypnosis, which had deeply captivated her. She was worried that she might get excited during the performance, and it wouldn't be good if her vaginal fluids soaked through her jeans.
"It's okay," Annie said. "So what if it's a scam? You dragged me to that incredibly boring concert before, and Eunwoo is going today too."

Shirley nodded, trying to appear forced to hide her nervousness.

When they arrived, the venue was already packed. They finally found the seats occupied by Eun-woo and a few of his friends. Shirley sat down, tucking her long hair behind her shoulder. Popular songs were playing, but Shirley's mind was completely absorbed in hypnosis; she couldn't concentrate.

Suddenly, the music stopped, the lights dimmed, and a tall man with short, neatly styled hair, dressed entirely in black, walked out.

"Hello everyone," his voice boomed from the speakers, "I'm Dick, the hypnotist performing tonight. I have a few things to say first. Hypnosis cannot make anyone do anything they don't want to do, so if you're worried I'll come up to you shaking a pocket watch and asking you to be intimate with a stranger, you can rest assured."

Laughter rippled through the audience, and Shirley smiled, feeling much more relaxed.

"Now, I would like to invite those of you who volunteered to be hypnotized to come up on stage and sit in the chairs prepared for you in the center of the stage. The first ten to come up will experience a unique and wonderful experience, which is also the focus of tonight's performance."

"Shirley, you go ahead," Yani nudged her with her elbow, "I'm going." After saying that, Yani stood up and walked towards the stage.

"Very good," the hypnotist said, "Thank you for your support. For the rest of the performance, I will put those of you on stage into a magical hypnotic state. Now, volunteers on stage, please relax, listen carefully to my voice and relax."

The lights seemed to dim further, and the hypnotist walked to the corner of the stage and pushed out a machine. Shirley saw a vortex on it, spinning under the lights. Even though she wasn't on stage, she felt her gaze completely drawn to the vortex.

"Gaze at this light with a relaxed gaze, let your eyes relax, follow the vortex, feel yourself being drawn in, relaxedly drawn in, relax... completely relax..."

Shirley felt her body relax. She began to recall the stories she had seen before, feeling her underwear was already soaked. She shook her head, trying to banish these thoughts from her mind.

She focused her attention back on the stage. She saw Annie's hands limply hanging at her sides. Of course, it wasn't just her; everyone around her seemed relaxed. Shirley took a small sip of her drink, trying to keep herself tense, resisting her desires.

The hypnotic induction lasted about ten minutes. Shirley was glad she was still conscious. When the people on stage began to follow the hypnotist's instructions and make some ridiculous movements, Shirley ran to the bathroom. Her underwear was completely wet, thankfully not soaking into her jeans. She took off her underwear, dried it under the hand dryer, and then put it in her handbag.

She returned to her seat. To her, the later performance was far more boring than the initial hypnotic induction; the hypnotist's routine on stage had been shown on television countless times.

"Please give a warm round of applause to the audience," Dick said, and the crowd erupted in cheers. Shirley saw him whispering in the ears of each hypnotized person, and a chill ran down her spine. She imagined him using this time to give these people all sorts of instructions.

Finally, Annie returned to her side. "Shirley, that felt amazing! It's such a shame you didn't go up there. It was so relaxing, like an out-of-body experience. I could see myself doing those ridiculous things, but it felt so good."

Shirley nodded. "Okay, let's go home."

"No, we need to go to his dressing room. I know someone here; we can see him alone," Annie said.

Sherry wanted to refuse, but she nodded anyway. "Okay, let's go find him."

Yani winked at a staff member, and soon he led them to his lounge. Yani knocked on the door. "This is great! He's handsome, isn't he? Even more charming than Eun-woo."

Just as Sherry was wondering how to respond, the door opened, and it was Dick himself who opened it. It was the first time Sherry had seen him so closely. His eyes had a deep blackness, carrying a mysterious and compelling quality. In an instant, Sherry felt as if she was about to be hypnotized...

"Yani, hello, it's nice to see you again." He said, retreating back into the room.

"This is my friend Sherry. I wonder if you could perform for us again... I mean, the feeling of being hypnotized is really amazing, I..." When Yani saw the vortex in Dick's room, she immediately fell silent, staring at it.

"When someone has been hypnotized, this vortex will have this kind of magic on them," Dick said with a smile to Sherry. "Come in too, the sofa here is very comfortable. I'll have your highly sensitive friend perform some games for you."

Sherry went in, and Dick led Annie to a chair to sit down. Sherry sat next to her, trying to avoid looking at the vortex.

“Annie,” Dick said to her, “relax. I want you to remember the feeling on stage, the feeling when you looked at this vortex, and then enter a hypnotic state.” He flicked his fingers, and Anna immediately closed her eyes, lying completely powerless on the sofa. Dick smiled. “Annie, I want you to be completely relaxed until I touch your knees and call your name. You won’t pay attention to anything, understand?”

“Understood.”

“Very good, deeply relaxed.”

The hypnotist smiled at Sherry. “You know, some people really enjoy being hypnotized, like they’re addicted. Quite a few people come to me after a performance, and I usually fulfill their requests and then send them home.”

“But you’re special. It’s rare for someone to bring such a beautiful friend.” He continued to smile.

“I…I just don’t want to leave her alone,” Sherry said nervously.

“Are you afraid I’ll do something to her? With her subconscious so open, are you afraid I’ll turn her into my sex slave?” he asked.

Sherry swallowed and nodded.

"Don't worry, that's impossible. You've read too many novels. If I could, I'd rather choose you as my sex slave."

"What?" Shirley said, feeling her lower body getting wet again.

Dick laughed, "Just kidding, but I'm going to hypnotize you now. You must want to be hypnotized too, right? Relax, this will be a very pleasant experience. Just look into my eyes. I love your eyes, those captivating, deep eyes. Can you allow me to gaze into your eyes?"

Shirley nodded, feeling his burning gaze. Then he reached out and brushed her hair behind her shoulder, placing his hand on her shoulder. He had a pair of captivating yet authoritative eyes.

“You don’t have to do anything,” he said. “Just let me look into your eyes. Just relax and feel it all. You can even try to resist. You can try not to relax, but as long as you look into my eyes, you’ll find that’s impossible. Your breathing will become even and slow, and all the muscles in your body will lose their strength.”

“Breathe slowly, relax,” Dick continued. “Your arms are getting stiffer and heavier. Your whole mind is focused on my eyes. Relax.”

Shirley’s hands lost their strength, causing her handbag to fall to the ground. The sound made Dick look down. Shirley blinked blankly, trying to wake up. She had fallen into a light hypnotic state, and her thoughts were a little hazy. Dick bent down and picked up her underwear that had fallen out of her handbag.

He held her panties in his hand, smiling. "So I'm not the only one who's excited right now. You're in a hypnotic state now. Your subconscious is completely open. You'll answer my questions honestly. Lying is impossible for you. Answer me, are you excited about being hypnotized?"

Shirley answered without thinking, "Yes."

Dick smiled and moved closer to her. Shirley could even feel his breath. Her world consisted only of his eyes. "Relax, Shirley. You're enjoying this feeling. Let yourself sink into my gaze. Relax deeply. You're starting to feel your eyelids getting heavier and heavier. So heavy, so heavy, you can't open them anymore."

Shirley swallowed, her gaze becoming unfocused. Every time she blinked, she felt it was harder to open her eyes, and every time she opened them, Dick's eyes seemed to grow bigger and deeper, enveloping her entire world.

"Shirley, I'll count to three in a minute. After I count to three, you'll find yourself completely unable to open your eyes, so you'll close them and deeply enter a relaxed and blissful hypnotic world."

"Deeper, deeper relaxation, slow breathing, one, deeper, two, enter a very deep hypnotic state, three, sleep."

Shirley closed her eyes, her head drooping heavily to her chest. Dick gently nudged her, letting her fall onto the sofa. "Shirley, listen carefully, I have a few suggestions for you..."

Shirley opened her eyes and saw Dick. She had completely forgotten everything that had happened after sitting down with Annie, completely forgotten that she had just been hypnotized.

"Shirley, do you often carry underwear in your handbag when you go out?" Dick grinned, showing his teeth.

Shirley looked at the handbag in her hand and found that it was open, clearly showing her underwear inside. She suddenly blushed and wanted to run out of the room right now.

Dick smiled. "Don't be nervous, I often carry women's underwear with me too."

Shirley smiled slightly; the joke put her at ease.

"Shirley, do you remember when I hypnotized you?" Dick asked.

Shirley felt her stomach churn. Had she been hypnotized? She shook her head.

"Okay, would you like to try a few post-hypnotic suggestions?" he asked. "See if I've controlled your body, see if you'll obey my commands."

Shirley nodded. "Try it... prove you really hypnotized me, because I didn't, and I don't believe you." She told herself it was impossible; she had only just sat down, and unlike Annie, she hadn't been hypnotized on stage.

"Okay, the post-hypnotic suggestion I'll give you is that after I give you a command and snap my fingers, you will be unable to carry out my command in your own mind," Dick said.

Shirley swallowed. Her hand touched the slit in her jeans, feeling that even the outside of her pants was wet. Dick noticed and smiled.

"Let's begin, Shirley, please take off your shirt," Dick said.

Sherry felt her hands begin to unbutton her blouse, but she immediately stopped, secretly pleased that she could resist. But then Dick snapped his fingers, and her hands moved again. This time, however, she had no intention of resisting. It wasn't that she couldn't resist, but rather that she simply didn't think of resisting; obeying his command felt so natural.

"Good girl, you did well. You didn't want to resist. Your dream is to become my hypnotic slave," Dick said. "Say: 'I am your hypnotic slave.'"

He snapped his fingers.

Sherry heard her own voice, "I am your hypnotic slave."

Dick removed her clothes, gently stroking her body, smiling. "Now, Sherry, my hypnotic slave, take off your bra."

He snapped his fingers.

Sherry unhooked her bra, which Dick took from her hands, then handed her her blouse.

"Shirley, now I'm going to wake Annie. You'll put on your clothes, and you won't tell her anything about what just happened. Two hours later, you'll come to my hotel room. You won't be able to resist, and you won't tell anyone you're coming."

He snapped his fingers. After Shirley got dressed, he woke Annie. "Ladies, thank you for visiting, but I have to leave now."

Shirley smiled. "We thank you too."

When they returned to their dormitory, Annie kept talking about the performance and how charming the hypnotist was. Shirley, however, was quiet. She kept thinking about what had just happened. She just sat down and had to obey his orders. When exactly did he hypnotize her? She finally had

a chance to be alone, and she couldn't wait to masturbate. She had been in a state of extreme excitement for the past few hours, and she had to release her body quickly. She took off her pants and lay down on the bed, but suddenly realized she had to leave. She didn't even think about where she was going; she just felt she had to obey orders.

What should she wear? She glanced at her wardrobe. She didn't have many fancy clothes; it was too much of a burden for a student. But she wanted to… wanted to dress up for her master. Was he her master? Why had he hypnotized her, at some point, and in some way?

She suddenly realized that the most important thing now was to go see him. She chose a pair of dark black silk panties, which she always chose when she wanted to dress sexily. Then she took a black strapless bra and put on her favorite outfit, a black evening gown with a side slit almost reaching her panties, and a neckline only a few inches higher than her bra.

After getting dressed, she put on some makeup and quietly left the room, trying not to be noticed by Yani. She hailed a taxi and drove to the hotel. She couldn't even remember his room number, but she naturally walked to the tenth floor and knocked on a room door.

The hypnotist opened the door and looked at her. "Shirley, welcome. I've been waiting for you for ages. I was almost thinking of hypnotizing the room service lady to pass the time."

Shirley went inside, and Richard immediately closed the door. The room wasn't large, but it had a queen-size double bed, a chair, a separate bathroom, and a balcony with a view of the night. He put his arm around Shirley's back and led her into the room.

"When did you hypnotize me?" Shirley suddenly asked, then blushed. "I mean, I don't remember you shaking a pocket watch in front of me or anything, but I think I really was hypnotized."

Richard smiled. He was wearing a t-shirt with an NBA team logo and loose jeans. "You mean a pocket watch like this?"

He reached into his pocket and took out a gold pocket watch. Shirley nodded and noticed him shaking the watch. She couldn't take her eyes off it; she could only stare, letting her gaze follow the movement of the watch.

“Yes, I don’t remember you doing that to me,” she said, staring intently at the pocket watch.

“But you’re already hypnotized,” he lowered his voice, placing his hand on her shoulder. “You’re reacting very well. The stories you’ve read make you highly receptive to hypnosis. As you look at this pocket watch, you’ll find your eyelids growing heavier and heavier, your breathing becoming deep and even. You’ll slowly become unable to think, your world reduced to only this pocket watch and my voice, deeply, deeply entering a hypnotic state.”

Shirley was already captivated. Her hands, which had been gripping her handbag tightly, fell to her sides. Having been hypnotized once before, she easily succumbed to his hypnotic magic again. Her gaze continued to follow the pocket watch, but her head was almost drooping.

Richard smiled. The beautiful girl slowly entering a hypnotic state was the most sensual sight in the world to him, more exciting than any sexual scene, more exciting than any nudity. This girl, staring blankly at the pocket watch, would obey any of his commands.

Richard held a pocket watch in one hand and grasped Shirley's wrist with the other. "I want you to imagine a balloon tied to your wrist. You don't need to look away from the watch. You can feel the thin threads binding your wrist, and the balloon is filled with hydrogen. Every now and then, you'll feel your arm getting lighter and lighter, floating up with the balloon."

Shirley had heard of this kind of hypnotic depth test. She had seen some pictures of hypnotized women raising their hands high. She clearly thought to herself, "This is just a hypnotic trick. There's no balloon at all; it's just an illusion."

She didn't want to take her eyes off the pocket watch; it was so alluring. Just as she was still thinking there was no balloon, she suddenly felt a balloon tied to her wrist, constantly pulling on her arm. She didn't even think this contradicted her previous thoughts. Her hand slowly began to rise, higher than her shoulder.

Richard used his other hand to open Shirley's outstretched hand, placed the pocket watch inside, and then took her hand in his. "I want you to hold this pocket watch. All hypnosis is a form of self-hypnosis, and you are about to use this pocket watch to hypnotize yourself. Stare at the pocket watch, and gently turn it to guide yourself into a deeper hypnotic state."

"Shirley, I want you to imagine two things. First, I want you to imagine a line running from here," he patted the center of her forehead, "connecting to the center of the pocket watch, from your mind to the center of the pocket watch. Every time the pocket watch rotates, it will pull the line out from your mind. Can you feel it?"

Shirley was surprised to feel a line running from the center of her mind to the pocket watch. She did see it, and murmured, "Yes."

"Very good. In fact, this line is your mind, carrying all your thoughts and worries. Every time the pocket watch turns once, you will release your thoughts, troubles, and everything from your tired mind, which will be absorbed by the pocket watch. When we are finished, your mind will become completely blank, and you will be completely hypnotized and completely obedient to me. You want this, don't you?"

Shirley's affirmative answer was almost out of her mouth, but she stopped herself. A part of her still wanted to resist and did not want to fall into the control of this hypnotist.

Richard saw her struggle and smiled. "Don't worry, you don't have to answer right away. Just keep watching your mind being drawn into the pocket watch, feel your will slowly disappear. I want you to imagine something else." "

I want you to think of all the reasons why you don't want to be hypnotized by me, all the reasons you want to resist me. I want you to imagine all these reasons, these silly reasons, as your clothes. Your bra becomes a reason, your dress becomes a reason, your bracelet, and your panties become reasons. Imagine them all as reasons why you want to resist me, and nod when you see them."

Shirley thought of the reasons she wanted to resist and easily imagined them as a piece of clothing on her body. It seemed a bit silly, but all her thoughts were on the pocket watch, and she naturally wanted to obey the man's words. She nodded.

Richard reached out and stroked her bare arm. "Shirley, I'll touch your body. You'll feel a warm, comfortable sensation where I touch you, like soaking in the most relaxing hot spring. That comfort will draw you deeper into hypnosis. I'll touch every part of your body; you won't feel any discomfort or embarrassment."

Shirley could feel the sensation he described coming from his palm. She felt her arm incredibly relaxed, every muscle losing its strength. Then Dick removed his hand and began to remove her bracelet.

"Shirley, tell me what reason this represents for you to resist," he asked.

"You'll make me do something I don't want to do... something bad..." she whispered.

Dick took off her bracelet and tossed it aside. "No, Shirley, I won't. A hypnotist can't make you do something you don't want to do, understand?"

"Understood."

"So when you obey my commands, it means you originally wanted to do it; it's your own will," he said.

Shirley nodded. It was undeniable; all hypnosis was a form of self-hypnosis. She was hypnotizing herself with a pocket watch, believing that everything that had happened was of her own choosing, of her own doing. She felt the reason for her resistance leave her along with the bracelet, and she relaxed a little.

Dick knelt down, reaching under her long skirt to caress her bare legs. He touched her panties, feeling a dampness. He pinched the panties and pulled them off Shirley. "Shirley, tell me which reason this represents that you want to resist."

"My…family will…be ashamed…" she whispered.

“Your family isn’t here, Shirley, and doing what you want won’t shame them. Hypnosis is just following your own desires. Your family wants you to be happy, and that makes you happy, doesn’t it?”

Shirley sighed. “Yes.” Shirley felt an incredible relaxation and comfort throughout her lower body from Dick’s touch, especially when Dick inserted his fingers into her most private parts. She couldn’t help but moan, but her eyes never left her pocket watch, and her hand continued to turn it. When Dick pulled her panties aside, she no longer cared about her family’s opinions.

Dick stood up, quietly admiring this beautiful girl. Tonight, he was determined to completely hypnotize her. He went behind her, untied the straps of her dress, and asked her why.

“I don’t want to… be a slutty woman,” she said.

"Shirley, you are not, and you never will be. Sex is natural, hypnosis is natural. They are part of our genes. Letting a man help you understand your own mind is not sinful. Letting a man lead you to the happiest state is every woman's instinct, not dirty at all. Letting this man who can control you, letting your master use your body, is a play that God arranged long ago. There's nothing wrong with that, is there?"

Shirley thought for a while, watching her thoughts being sucked away by the pocket watch. Dick was right. Being hypnotized was natural. She was born to obey men, and a man with control like Dick, she was supposed to completely obey this hypnotist.

"Yes."

Dick unbuttoned her clothes, letting her dress fall to her feet. Now she was standing there wearing only a bra. Dick placed his hands on her shoulders and began to take off her bra.

"I won't ask you anymore, Shirley, because you know all your reasons are unnecessary and stupid. The reasons this bra represents are not important at all. When this bra is removed from your body, you will feel your mind become completely blank, without any thoughts or worries," Dick said gently, close to her ear.

When the bra fell to the floor, Shirley felt all the threads of her mind being sucked away by the pocket watch. She stood there, blank, unable to think, her mind utterly empty, like a mannequin in a department store window. Dick looked at the naked beauty, caressed her body, then traced circles around her nipples with his fingers. Finally, he pushed her onto the bed and commanded authoritatively, "Sleep."

Shirley's world plunged into darkness. Dick's voice seemed to come from a dreamlike realm. She heard her own response, but it felt like two people speaking a foreign language she didn't understand—it had nothing to do with her. She only felt herself sinking deeper into a hypnotic, nihilistic world.

Shirley opened her eyes at Dick's command. She looked at him like a kitten seeing fresh milk it hadn't tasted in a long time. "Master," she said in a deep, sensual voice, and stood up.

Dick smiled, and then Shirley embraced him tightly with her naked body, beginning to undress him. Although she seemed awake, Dick could see that her eyes still held a hypnotic daze; her true self was locked away in her desires.

Shirley pulled down his pants, caressing his genitals with her hand. Their lips met, their tongues swirling passionately. Dick continued to caress Shirley's body, and then they lay down on the bed together. Dick used post-hypnotic suggestion to bring her to an even greater pleasure, an orgasm that no other man could give her. When Dick reached his limit, he felt all his energy flow into Shirley's body with his white semen, and Shirley also reached an orgasm she had never imagined.

Dick's hypnotic seduction, planned all day, was finally fulfilled. He ordered Shirley to sleep. Shirley struggled for a moment, then immediately sank deeply into the pillow. He smiled and closed his eyes, intending to have a good sleep.

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