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Sasha (part 1) (mc, hyp, mf, fd, cons, bond)
Copyright 1998 by Chew Toy (wellgnawed@hotmail.com)

                   WARNING: The usual disclaimers and warnings
   apply.  The characters in this story have sex; if that offends you
   or for some reason you are Not Allowed to read about such things,
   stop now.  The events in this story might not be moral or even
   possible; the point is to give you a hot fantasy, not a blueprint
   for life.

  *********

  She caught me looking.  The speaker at the lecture wasn't very exciting, or
even very bright as far as I could tell, so instead of listening to another
science fiction convention panelist wax unoriginal about the evils of Big
Government, I was checking out the cute goth babe across the aisle.  But she
noticed me looking at her.

  Oops.  I feigned nonchalance, letting my gaze travel casually past her eyes
and over the people in the next few rows ahead of her, as if I were looking
for something or casually glancing around.  Not staring at her nipples poking
up under the soft thin cotton of her  Bauhaus t-shirt.	Nope, not me.  I am
the picture of innocence.

  I sneaked a glance back at her, to see if she'd bought it.  Yikes!  She was
staring directly at me with one eyebrow raised and a half-laughing,
half-stern expression on her face, as if to say, "I saw you ogling my breasts,
young man, don't try to deny it."  Then she winked.

  Mortified, I forced my eyes back to the speaker, and slowly slid down in my
seat, feeling my ears burning.	Maybe the talk would end soon, and I could
sneak away when everyone stood up.  For the rest of the lecture, I only
glanced her way once more, out of the corner of my eye... to see her stealing
a sidelong look at me, eyes dancing, straight-faced but with the corner of
her mouth turned up as if she were barely avoiding a snicker.

  When everyone stood up to leave, I quickly scooted down the row of chairs
in the other direction, not looking her way.  I melded into the crowd milling
towards the exit... and ran into her by the door.

  "Hi!  Did you enjoy the lecture?" she asked with a grin.

  "Um, it was... interesting."

  "Really?  I didn't think he had much to say.	And he took a long time
saying it, too.  Oh, well, another panel wasted.  I'm Sasha, but people
sometimes call me Sash."

  "Um, hi Sasha.  I'm John."  I held out my hand.

  "Yeah, that's what it says on your nametag.  That's a cool hat, John."

  "Oh!  Um... thanks..."  I was looking straight into her eyes, one of the
biggest,
most captivating pairs of blue eyes I've ever seen.  The sort of eyes that
make you half-afraid to look into them,  for fear you'll forget to ever look
away.  And that intense gaze was focused completely on me.  A shiver ran up
my spine.  A delicious shiver, all the way up to my shoulder and out my arm
to my hand, which was...

  Which was *strange*.  She had never actually taken my hand, but had lightly
brushed her fingertips along the inside and then the back of my hand, making
my whole arm tingle.  Just now her fingertips were caressing the inside of
my wrist, and--

  "John?"

  I had been about to look down at what she was doing, but her voice brought
my attention back to her face, and those frighteningly deep eyes.  She was
looking at me intently, with a curious expression that I couldn't quite read;
as if she were expecting me to do something, but I had no idea what.  What
had I been about to say?  Her gaze had a faraway look to it, and I felt as if
I were floating, rising up and floating away from those eyes...

  "John, wake up."  She poked me on the forehead with her finger.  I shook
myself.  And then saw my right arm, floating up in the air as if I had baloons
tied to my wrist.  Yikes!  I pulled my arm down, shook it.  It tingled.

  "What was that?" I asked, confused.

  "Hee!  I've always wanted to try that.  Hey, wanna get coffee,  John?  It's
so rare to meet a guy in a bowler, let alone who looks good in one.  Can I
try it on?"

  "Sure."  Women always looked better in my hats than I did.  I didn't mind
too much, since it usually gave me an excuse to flirt.  I handed it over.

  My arm still tingled.  "What did you do to my hand?"

  She had pulled my hat onto her head and down around her ears.  A little bit
large on me, it engulfed her head like a blanket.  She tilted it so that her
face
emerged like a hermit crab peeking from its shell.  Still, it did look good on
her.  She was already wearing a lot of black, so it matched her outfit; and if
anything, the contrast made her eyes that much brighter.  She danced around
for a moment, holding the brim with both hands; then grabbed my shirtsleeve
and tugged in the direction of the hotel cafe.  "Coffee!"  she said.  "C'mon!"

  "Um, ok," I said, following her.  "But... my hand..."

  "Your hand?" she said, stopping suddenly and turning to catch me once again
with those intense eyes.  I felt her fingertips brush the back of my hand
again, and move towards... somewhere...

  Suddenly my whole arm was tingling again, and my hand was rising
involuntarily into the air.

  "Yi!"  I pulled it back down.  Sasha was skipping off towards the cafe,
laughing.  I hurried after her, shaking my wrist.

  I caught up with her at the door.

  "I like booths, don't you?"  she was saying, looking around.  "Oh, there's
one!"  She pointed, then started off in that direction.

  "Sasha?" I called, threading my way between the tables behind her.  "What
is that thing you keep doing?"

  "Hee!"  She scooted into a booth, and gestured towards the seat opposite
her. I sat.  "Um, I'm not really sure what to call it, actually.  It's...
well, I sort of put you into a trance..."

  "What, like hypnosis?"

  "Yeah!  Exactly like hypnosis.  Except I didn't talk to you, it was all
nonverbal.  I read this thing about inducing trances with nonverbal cues and
suggesting arm levitation and stuff, and I thought it would be fun to try it
sometime.  And you responded really well!  I bet you're a great hypnotic
subject."

  "Hm," I responded.  Just then the waitress came up with two glasses of
water.  "Oh, hi," I said to her.

  She was turned towards Sasha, but I'd caught a glimpse of her face as she
came up.  She was fairly young, probably a college student working at the
hotel for the summer.  "Hi," she said to Sasha, "coffee again?"

  "Yeah, for both of us."

  "Your wish is my command."  She gave me a quick glance, smiling, as she
put away her notepad; then she walked off towards the kitchen.

  "I'm on the Frequent Drinker Program," said Sasha," -- only ten more pots
'till I get a free coffee mug!  So, have you been hypnotized before?"

  "Um..." I let my gaze grow distant, and my face go blank, "I... can't...
remember..."

  "Goof."  A packet of non-dairy creamer bounced off my nose.  I grinned.

  "What, is this a big hobby for you?"  I asked.

  "Yep!  I like to hypnotize men and make them serve my sexual needs.  I
also do parties."

  "Wow.  That sounds scary.  How big a party does it take to satisfy you?"

  She blinked, then slowly smiled, tilting her head and looking up at me
through her bangs.  "That depends on how creative they are."

  "Hm," I said.  The truth was that I *had* been hypnotized before -- by my
girlfriend.  It was sort of a fetish for me, and the thought of what Sasha
had done to me a moment ago was scary and exciting at the same time.  Her
flirting wasn't helping matters.  I wondered how much of this to tell her.

  "Thinking creative thoughts?"  Sasha asked.

  "What?"

  "Would you like to try it?"

  "Which?  Serving your sexual needs, or being hypnotized?"

  "Trance first.  If I decide I want other stuff, there's plenty of time for
that
later, once I have you under my spell."

  "Well, you certainly make it sound appealing.  If I get to look into your
eyes too, I'm all for it."

  Sasha grinned, and looked a tiny bit bashful for a moment.  "You like my
eyes?"

  "They're very beautiful.  Hard to look away from."

  She looked at me, and I felt the full force of her gaze.  "Do you feel like
you're falling into my eyes, when you look at me?" she said softly.  "Do you
feel your body getting lighter, and everything else in the world fading away,
except my voice and my eyes?  The world spinning, growing dizzy and faint,
falling into my eyes..."  She reached for my hand, and my arm tingled and grew
numb as her fingers brushed it.

  Then her eyes were gone.  I blinked.  She was looking down at my hand.
Following her gaze, I saw that something was curled up inside my closed
fist.  I couldn't feel it, or move my fingers to look at it closely, but it
seemed to be a piece of jewelry.  I reached over with my left hand and
gently pried open the fingers of my right, to see some sort of deep red
crystal on a gold chain.

  "Isn't --" I stumbled over my words.  My voice didn't seem to be working
too well.  "Gold isn't really one of your colors, is it?"  I managed.

  "It was a gift.  Would you like to try it?"

  "Try... ?"

  "Dangle it over the table.  Here, you can use this hand, it's not going
anywhere is it?"  She looped the chain over two of the fingers on my right
hand and propped my arm up on my elbow, with the crystal dangling free just
over the tabletop.  I still couldn't feel that arm, or move it; the tingle had
spread up to my shoulder.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the waitress returning with our coffee.
I quickly grabbed the chain and my right hand both in my left and pulled them
back down to the table, the crystal hidden under my hands.  "Hi," I said
nervously.

  "Oh, good, coffee," said Sasha as the waitress set it down.  Then she saw
my embarassed expression.  "Oh, are you worried about her watching us?
You don't have to worry about that; you can trust her.  Veronica's my favorite
waitress."

  "Gee, thanks," said Veronica, grinning.

  "Veronica, do you remember this crystal?"  Sasha asked, snagging the
necklace and quickly tugging it out from under my numb right hand.  She held
it up.

  "What?  Oh--" said Veronica, looking at it.  Her eyes fixed on the crystal
and her face slowly went blank.  Her eyelids drooped, fluttered, then finally
closed.

  "Veronica remembers the first time I showed her this, how quickly she
went into trance.  And she goes under a little more quickly and easily, a
little more deeply, every time she sees it now, don't you, Veronica?"

  "Yes..." Veronica answered faintly.  Her lips remained slightly parted, as
if the muscles of her mouth were too relaxed to close them completely.

  "And now I'm her favorite customer.  She loves to serve me, and always
arranges to get my table, because she knows that at some point I will always
put her into trance, and it feels *soo* good.  You love the way that feels,
don't you?"

  "Yes..." Veronica answered again.

  "That's very good, Veronica, and you know how much I love putting you into
trance.  Do you know how happy you look, so completely relaxed?  I love to
help people feel that way.  I'm going to put John in a trance now too, so he
can feel the way you're feeling now, Veronica.  Doesn't that sound like a good
idea to you?"

  "Yes..."

  "But since this is the first time John has fallen under my spell, it's a
rather private, intimate moment, and he wants to be able to devote all his
attention to me.  His thoughts will be completely devoted to me, and he needs
to know that it's safe for him to hear nothing but my voice, see nothing but
my crystal pendant which draws you so irresistably into trance, think nothing
but the words I weave around you.  It's safe to do this, because your
attention is so focused in trance, isn't it?  Completely focused on my voice,
my words, and you know that nothing else matters right now.  Nothing else is
important but my voice, and my instructions, following my instructions as I
guide you deeper and deeper into trance."

  It almost sounded as if some of her comments were directed at me, for a
moment.  I did feel better about letting Sasha hypnotise me, though, knowing
that the waitress wouldn't think it was weird-- since she was one of Sasha's
subjects too!  At any rate it was pretty sexy watching her fall under Sasha's
spell.  She looked so submissive and vulnerable standing there with her arms
at her sides and her face slack, eyes closed and lips just slightly parted.  I
was caught somewhere between wanting her and wanting to be her, falling
under Sasha's control...

  Sasha was continuing.  "Do you remember when you first saw this crystal,
so pretty with a flash of fire at the center?"

  It was rather pretty, though I figured it for cut glass.  But glass could
be as deep and even a color as you like nowadays, and it was a nice red. 
Sasha was holding the chain so that the crystal dangled and twisted gently
back and forth, catching the light with a brilliant flash on each rotation.
Veronica had long since closed her eyes, but it was still a nice effect.

  "So pretty, with a brilliant flash of red.  And if you watch very closely,
it looks almost like a flame, flickering and burning on the end of the chain.
Flickering and burning... If you unfocus your eyes just a little, it looks
just like a little fire, flickering and burning at my command, dancing on my
chain.	Dancing to the sound of my voice, as you watch, and let your thoughts
drift, and enjoy dancing to the sound of my voice, following the flame... It
was so pretty, wasn't it?"

  "Yes..."

  "And you remember how your thoughts began to drift, following the flame,
up and away, following my voice, drifting up and away, following the flame
and drifting, drifting and floating up and away..."

  The flame began to rise.  Sasha was pulling on the chain and it was gently
floating upwards... it was rather nice to follow her voice.

  "And as the flame drifted up and your thoughts followed it, following my
voice, drifting up and away, you felt so relaxed, and your eyelids began to
gently flutter, gently floating closed, drifting closed as you float away.
Your mind so relaxed as you follow my voice, follow my instructions, and it's
ok to let your eyelids gently close, gently drifting closed as your thoughts
float away..."

  "Five.  Completely awake now."

  "What?" I asked, confused.  My eyelids felt a bit heavy, as if I had just
woken from a nap.

  "You *are* a good subject.  What do you remember?"

  "Remember?"  I said, trying to gather my wits.  Our waitress was nowhere
in sight.  Sasha took a sip of her coffee, which was steaming.  Mine seemed
to be cold.

  "Yeah, what's the last thing you remember?  We came in here and sat down,
and then what?"

  "Oh.  Um... we were talking about hypnosis... the waitress-- Veronica-- came
over and you showed her your crystal necklace and she went into a trance,
and you were talking to her... I guess I went under too."

  "You sure did!  And you responded really well to every suggestion I gave
you. You're a lot of fun to play with."

  "Um... thanks."

  "And you told me you'd been hypnotized before.  You were holding out on me!"

  Uh-oh.  She had asked me about that while I was under.  What else had I told
her?


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