From news.ICSI.Net!news.sprintlink.net!EU.net!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi Sun Jan 7 13:14:03 1996 Message-ID: <003330Z04011996@anon.penet.fi> Path: news.ICSI.Net!news.sprintlink.net!EU.net!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an411379@anon.penet.fi X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Reply-To: an411379@anon.penet.fi Date: Thu, 4 Jan 1996 00:28:38 UTC Subject: FZ Story - Hypno-House [hyp, msub, mast] - in two sections Lines: 418 This is not intended for, nor should it be read or downloaded by, minors. It contains graphic depiction of adult sexual activities. There is no force, rape, pedophilia or violence depicted herein. The fictional characters do not represent any persons living or dead, but are wholly created from FranZAM's fur-tile imaginations. Hypno House A Story c. 1995 by FranZAM HypnoHouse Part 1 You are in Rotterdam, wandering the streets of the prominent red-light district. You are looking for a special house. There, you were told you could be introduced to a new type of sexual experience, involving hypnotism (new for you, at any rate). A Dutch friend of yours (and his wife!) had nothing but praise for their own experiences. "It's very high-tech," giggled the woman, "and you really don't know how much you can be stimulated this way until you give it a try!" And there is the address. You give only your first name and your nationality. All your valuables are placed in a locker behind the reception desk. You are shown into a darkened room by an attendant and told to remove your clothing, then you are presented with a soft terrycloth robe, and asked to sit back in an overstuffed recliner chair and wait patiently. There is some sort of very faint sound coming from concealed speakers in the room, but it's too soft for you to make out. The lights lower slowly until you are almost unable to see even the walls in front of your face. The chair is very comfortable, however, and it allows your frame to relax without feeling awkward. "Good afternoon... I will join you presently," comes a low throaty voice from the speakers, somewhere behind you. It is female, strong and supple, and resonates with an appealing European accent. "You are here to be hypnotized, to help you recognize a different sexual reality through a deep trance experience. I will induce your trance and be your operator. "While you wait for me, please sit right back in your chair, relax and let your eyes grow accustomed to the dim light. The wall opposite you is dark and soothing. Keep your eyes directed toward the wall. Let your senses become calm and still. Breathe deeply and evenly. Watch the light while you listen to the tone." Sure enough, the sound intensifies, until a low tone permeates the room, very deep and steady, with the slightest rhythmic pulse, like a deep-throated hum, with a soft, regular "bump" in it. As your eyes accustom themselves to the gloom, you can make out a very faint circle of light ahead of you on the wall, like a spotlight with a deep purple filter. This circle of light wanders slowly around the wall in random directions. The humming effect runs on and on, and you soon find yourself completely at ease. You stretch out your kinks and sit back more solidly. "You can see my light now, can't you? Just keep watching it move on the wall. Good... it is very important that you watch everywhere it travels. Very important. Make sure your limbs are fully at ease in your chair now while I track your eye movements for a few moments. I'll speak again when you have tracked for a sufficient time." She must be watching you through a camera or concealed window, you think. After a few futile moments looking around for clues, you hear her voice again. It is very deep and resonant for a woman. "I will be with you soon enough," she says. "In the meanwhile, position your hands on the armrests and let yourself settle into the upholstery. Track the light with your eyes only, let your head rest back into the cushion." You let your eyes follow the light circle for about a minute. It's hard to hold your head still, especially when the light glides up onto the ceiling. The hum gets a little louder, then fades and the voice returns. "Very good, your eyes can roll right back in your head as you watch... good. You may be surprised to know you have already reached the first plateau on your journey. To find the next level, continue concentrating harder on my light. See it move slowly, smoothly, around and around the wall, up and down, left, that's it, and back again... slowly and smoothly, like your breathing. Yes, notice your breathing is much calmer now. "Good. Around and around the wall, keep looking... look hard, good... you are watching my light, and I will just ask you now to answer out loud, please. Tell me your name... No,no, don't stop watching... it is so important that you watch and speak..." You feel a little silly speaking to an empty room, and hesitate. You notice that the sound and the light are slowly fading out, as you feel a silent but strong pressure build in you to respond. You look around you again for clues to her presence, but the room is too dark. "It is all right... the most important thing is the light. Watch it now!" The purple spot brightens, re-drawing your attention. Your hesitation turns uncomfortable as the wait stretches out with no cue from the speaker, and you finally summon the will to speak out. "I'm sorry..." you utter, in a voice that breaks slightly with embarrassment. The person can obviously see and hear you somehow, for she instantly soothes your distress. She is so calm, and her voice is so even and smooth! "You may speak whenever you are ready. Relax. Sink deep into the chair... Only breathe and relax and watch the light a little more until you find you can just easily say your name... good... let the light help you now as you find you can easily just tell me your first name..." You think to yourself: Well, I paid money to try this, I might as well cooperate! You whisper out your name. "Good, very good," croons the voice. "Now repeat your name again, while you watch my circle glow and move... " You repeat your name, and the light spot answers with a glow each time. "...and again now, a little louder this time..." You do so, and repeat it twice more at the voice's coaxing. "Yes, you are responding very well," comes the unseen voice. "Now, please take three very deep, relaxing breaths. Hold in the air... longer... a little longer... aaaannnd let it slowwwwly out. Good." Her accent combined with her throaty voice is very seductive indeed! "As you breathe, watching the light on the wall and sinking heavily into your chair, you see it grows again brighter, and coalesces into a swirling spiral pattern. You can now see a distinct spiral galaxy represented on the wall, turning slowly in space, can't you? You may answer me now." "Yes, I see it.. it's a nice effect," you respond more easily. "Yes it's fascinating to watch... as I develop and deepen your concentration you find that your eyes are drawn right down, down into the center, right down deep into the little dark point at the very center... yes, that very tiny dark point... right there in the deepest center of the swirl..." The humming swells again, and the rhythm pulses in your ears. The voice sounds. "Now, repeat your name for me again..." You do so. "Again... and again... and once again now. Good. Now relax and breeeeathe ... yes... and breeeeathe again... and listen to me... just listen." You now feel as if you never want to move again, you are so comfortable! "You are watching my swirlll so nicely," the voice drones, "it has a very captivating quality as it spins and spins and spinnns around and around while your eyes... your eyes are held fast right down into the center of my swirlll... and it's too hard even to look away, no, don't even try... Just keep your deep, deeeep breathing steady now and sink deeeep, deeeep right downnn into my chair. Your eyes are held wayyy down in the swirllll, the fascinating swirlll holds you, holds your gaze, and seems to pulllll you right inside..." You have lost touch somehow with your surroundings... you imagine now that your body is spinning out in space, around and around and into that spiral. It shifts over to the left, and then up high on the wall, then down again, and then you don't notice the direction anymore... just that you feel you don't have to keep your eyes right at its center, the dark spot is pulling your gaze through space as it moves... like a magnet... "You are staring and you'll find it easy to just speak and answer in a relaxed, loose way now. You may address me as Madame," she says. "Answer 'Yes, Madame'... answer me now, please." "Yes... Madame," you finally husk out, and are rewarded by a new surge of color on the wall. The intensity makes you feel dizzy, in a pleasant way. "Swirllling and whirllling... and respond again." "Yes, Madame." "And again." "Yes, Madame." "Again." "Yes, Madame." "Respond." "Yes, Madame." It is easy now. "Good..." she croons. "You are now feeling a definite heaviness to your arms and legs... as you find that they just sinnnnk deeply, deeper and deeper into the cushions. I will support your heavy arms and legs as they sinnnnk into the cushions... as you sinnnnnk deeply into my swirl, I will support you... and you may respond." "Yes, Madame." "As I speak to you, you can listen and answer promptly and without question, won't you?" You hear a voice, as if from a great distance, utter "Yes, Madame." You are only marginally aware that the chair has raised your legs, leaning you back into a fully reclining position. The light show moves smoothly up the wall so your head can recline back onto your headrest. Your head sinks back and back, smoothly, effortlessly, feeling as heavy and thick as a bowling ball. You are now flat on your back, and gazing straight upwards at the spiral display on the ceiling with wide, staring eyes. They feel dry, and you blink to clear them. "Good. The eyes will be feeling quite heavy now... try very hard to keep them open just as long as you can, until I allow them to close. Watch my swirl, it's impossible for you to look away because it's pulling you right inside... pullling you and pullling... very fast now." You respond almost automatically now, all your attention is on your eyelids. They now feel swollen and heavy, and you feel your cheek grow cool as a tear trickles down... yet you feel no longer able to move or speak on your own! The vortex is like a limitless tunnel into which you are falling, falling, falling! "Breathe deeply, stare deeply, relax deeply..." and her vocal inflection alone now compels a response. Soon you hear her voice again, but now it sounds more "present," as if she had now joined you in the same room. She speaks your name in her tender yet compelling voice. "Yes, Madame." "Be silent as you sink down, downnnnnn. Into a trance state now. You hear only your breathing and my voice. It's pulling you in, in, inward, deep into my influence. You are totally quiet and motionless, you are staring and falling, floating and drifting. "I will now deepen your receptive state," and her voice sinks down and down, to a mellow, seductive murmur. "You are deepening more and more with each word. Watch my swirl, hear my voice... watch my voice... hear my swirl... voice and swirl are one, are one, are one and all... "Sooonnn you are deep... sooon there is no need to swirl and swirllll, you are falling into my voice, into my voice as now I let your eyelids relax and soften. They are soooo heavy and thick and limmmp now... you want only to listen to my voice and respond to my voice. Yes, respond more and more smoothly and deeply now... and you feeel those hot eyelids just sinking down, you can't possibly stop them... and they sinnnk and close down so limmp and soffft now... just obey my voice right now..." You gratefully feel your eyes sink shut, and just give up to her in the darkness. You feel the most heavenly sensations wash over you! It is as if you are bathing in a warm pool! The vacuum of the vortex is still spinning, spinning, spinning on your inner vision. You are drawn completely into Madame's influence, she is the center of a soothing, compelling universe, her voice takes you over from head to toe. You feel as if you may be smiling! The voice is firmer now, more matter-of fact as the commands continue. "Yes, you want only to hear and respond... hear and respond. Now, as I speak, you may swirl and drift aimlessly, with no cares, no direction, no will, no desire to think or act, but just respond. Drift... and respond." "...yes... " "'Yes, Madame' is your only response now, dear." "Yes, Madame." "Now as my voice leads you deeeeper and deeeeper into a deep, powerful trance state, your attention will focus wherever I lead it... your heavy eyelids firmly shut now soooo comfortable... your arms and legs sunk wayyyy wayyyy deep, your neck and jaw muscles completely soft and limp... soffft and so limmmmp now... and try to respond, ever so deeply..." "..Yeehhh... Mmmmnnmmm..." Your lips don't move anymore, and you can only murmur your response. "Yessss...?" "...ehhhnnnhhhnnhn..." The voice penetrates and controls you completely, it's as if you never existed outside of its influence! The sound drones on and on, on and on, and you lose sense of time, you have drifted with the compelling sound forever... And after what seems an eternity, you become aware, as if in the distance, of her words... "...Notice that your left arm has become linked to my voice. Your left arm. From fingertip to shoulder, that arm is mine to control. It becomes stiffer now as I speak, yes, as it stretches out from your body, stiffer and more rigid, it is like a rod, like a rigid steel rod, sticking out stiffff, stiffff, stifff, straight up from the shoulder. Up. Up. "Yes. I'll allow those heavy lids to open just enough now, and you'll see an arm stretched right out in front of you... try hard to open, opening now." It seems to take an eternity to force open your eyes once again, and when you succeed, the room is now dark around you. The spiral is gone. In a soft glow, you see a bare arm stuck up into mid-air right in front of your face. You are so detached from your mind that it doesn't even seem like an arm to you... only a pale shape extending diagonally into your field of vision. Your eyes stare straight ahead. "And now, the other arm, that's it, there it comes, straight up above you!" and there it goes, even as you watch, lifting itself up smoothly right before your eyes... as if it belongs to someone else! "Annnd now you'll see those hands will slowly drop back down in front of you, those arms are lowering, good... and now they lie at your sides. Relax.... good. Again, now, watch them rise and stretch upwards again, totally outside your will and control... yes there they go... they float and drift in midair, they feel as if they are attached to big, puffy balloons... " It's as if they aren't even arms, just objects you see in front of you, like thin trees, waving in a slight breeze. "Yess, you watch them drift and float, around and around in the air... Aaaaannnnnd now they sink back down soft and limp and warm again right at your side. Soft, limp and warm. And your eyelids close down, heavy, heavy, stuck tight once again. "Now your hands grasp your robe, and pullll it open. You are pulling your robe apart, more... more... more... good! Respond." "Yes, Madame." "Eyelids closed, so heavy and firmly closed. Try to open them... and you cannot. Of course you can't. Stop trying. Give in to my unbreakable control now. You are unable to move, speak or think without my instructions. You find you are now are absolutely incapable of resisting any suggestion from me, you are in a state of total obedience. You feel only delicious surrender as I direct you. Fallling now into complete submission." "Yes, Madame." It is the most incredible sensation, like plummeting endlessly from a great height, but with absolute security you would not be harmed. Her voice is everything to you now, as it utters commands in a brisk voice. "Up sticks your right arm. Down. Up again... and down. "Now... you can speak to me and answer any question without thinking or hesitating. I will cause you to speak freely now about your deepest most private feelings... about your deeeeepest most private needs. Answer automatically, I have assumed all control over your mouth, your lips, your tongue. I will ask, and your lips will open and you will hear your voice answer." "Yes, Madame." It is not difficult at all to speak in front of a perfect stranger! "Again." "Yes, Madame." "Count to five." "One, two, three, four, five." "Say the word 'obey'." "...Obey." "The word 'stiff'." "Stiff." "Is your left arm stiffening again? Is it sticking up into the air?" "Yes, Madame." "Yes, of course it is. It obeys perfectly! It's thrusting right up there in front of you! Tell me now, about your sensual self," she continues, in the most matter-of-fact tones... 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