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When a Night Club Hypnotist comes across an ancient pendent with
magical qualities, he decides to test his new found "powers" out on
his college girl assistant...the results are quite stimulating!

Disclaimer: No one under 18 should be reading this story.  Contains
adult content.

Author's Note: Don't let the title throw you...  This is not your
typical hypnotic type story.  All comments, praise or criticisms are
welcome.  You can reach me: rjzach@avid.dynip.com


The Mesmerist by JR Parz


I.

Night club hypnotist Brandon Darke closed the book.  'Wow' he thought
to himself.  It took him nearly a month to read it, but it was worth
it.  Brandon reached inside his shirt and pulled out the gold pendent
he wore around his neck.  He studied the design, which depicted a
planet surrounded by stars.  The book said that the wearer of the
pendent possessed incredible powers.

Brandon thought back to the day he almost passed up this discovery.
His father, someone he hadn't talked to in years, passed away.  The
executor of the will notified him and asked him what he wanted to do
with his father's estate.  Brandon told him to liquidate everything.
Two weeks later, he received a chest full of his father's personal
belongings.  His initial reaction was to simply dump it in the trash,
but his curiosity got the better of him...good thing it did.

Brandon became obsessed with hypnotism when he learned of his
grandfather.  On the other hand, his father didn't share the same
fascination.  In fact, it was Brandon's decision to become a night
club hypnotist that sparked an argument resulting in the last time he
talked to him.  Although Brandon never met his grandfather, he was
well aware of his reputation.  Brandon understood that the book and
pendant originally belonged to him.  His father must have gained
possession of it when his grandfather passed away.  Why didn't his
father take advantage of the power?  Brandon looked again at the
pendant.  How could anyone resist?   

Brandon remembered having fun one evening with a pretty college girl.
The girl was amazingly susceptible and easily went into a trance.
Brandon mentally age regressed her to high school age and discovered
she was a pom pom girl.  Brandon couldn't get over the rush of power
and arousal he felt when he had her perform some of her high school
cheers.  The audience roared with laughter as the entranced girl
jumped up and down, along with her beautiful pair of tits, while
shouting out "give me a G...give me a R..".  

Brandon led the girl through various paces and the more time he spent
with her, the more he wondered how far he'd take her.  Brandon wasn't
above taking advantage of an opportunity.  He had used his hypnosis
skills to enhance arousal in a few of his dates...but this would be
the first time he took advantage of an audience member.  Before
Brandon brought the girl out of her trance, he planted a post hypnotic
suggestion deep inside her subconscious.

After the show, Brandon relaxed inside his dressing room.  He heard a
knock and smiled.  He opened the door and there stood the buxom blonde
'cheerleader' looking lovely and confused.  He asked her to come in
and have a drink.  The girl continued to look confused, but she walked
inside and sat down on the couch.  Brandon asked the girl why she
wanted to see him, and she stammered that she wanted his autograph.
Brandon smiled.  If the post hypnotic suggestion held, she wouldn't be
able to leave until she received his autograph.  Brandon took his time
preparing a drink for her, and just as he was sitting down on the
couch to join her, she sprung up, looking frightened.  Brandon saw
that whatever compelled the girl to come to him, was no longer in
place.  The girl stammered that she really had to leave and he never
saw her again.

Brandon now acknowledged all this as child's play.  Time to test the
pendent's power and with that, his mind focused on his beautiful
assistant, Theresa Cassidy.  Theresa would be an excellent test choice
because he'd never been able to put her under.  When Theresa portrayed
a hypnotized subject on stage, she merely pretended to be in a trance.
Theresa was in her third year at the State University, and used her
beauty to land the job.  When he suggested a career with him, she
laughed, and made it quite clear that her first priority was her
studies.  Theresa possessed a model's body, with a nice set of perky
breasts.  She did have a hang-up about wearing her outfits, and gave
him a hard time saying they were skimpy and demeaning...  Soon Theresa
would feel a lot differently.  Brandon also reflected on another girl
that used to wear those outfits...  His previous assistant, Linda
Norris.  Linda left the act to go marry some pro football player.
Brandon wondered what she looked like these days...  First things
first.


II.

The next afternoon, Brandon called Theresa.  The thought of having
this gorgeous creature under his power worked on him like an
aphrodisiac.  "Hi Theresa...How are you?"

"Hi Brandon...I'm tired.  I have an English exam at the end of the
week."  Sighed the soft voice on the other end of the line.

"Oh...  Well, how about you take a break, and come up to the club for
an hour or so.  There's a new routine I'd like to incorporate into our
act, and I'd like to rehearse it with you."

"I really need to study...but I guess I can stay for about an
hour...no more."

"Thanks Theresa...  An hour is all I'll need.  I'll meet you at 6:00
p.m."


III.

Brandon was on the stage pacing off steps when he saw Theresa arrive.
She wore tight denim blue jeans and a red blouse.  Her auburn hair was
tied back into a pony tail and as always, she wore very little
make-up.  She was always trying to play down her looks...she failed.

Brandon didn't waste time and with a mere flexing of his brain, he
activated the pendent.  He could feel the warm vibrations emanating
from it and pressing against his chest.  They exchanged pleasantries
and Brandon began to explain the new act.  As Brandon talked he noted
the confused look Theresa wore.  The pendent had locked onto her mind
and he could now exert his influence.  "Theresa.  I decided I don't
want to rehearse the new act here...  I'd much rather rehearse it back
at my place.  I'd like you to come."

Brandon looked deep into Theresa's eyes, attempting to detect
something that might indicate she was under a trance, but her eyes
looked normal.  Theresa shook her head 'no', but appeared to be
struggling internally with what he said.  Finally, she stammered;
"I...I really have to study tonight...maybe...maybe some other time.
I would really like to come with you, but I have to
study...some...some other time."

Brandon knew that Theresa would never have responded in this manner.
During their entire professional relationship, he only asked her once
back to his place, and she flatly refused.  He figured one more
exertion on his part should do the trick;  "Now Theresa...  You really
would prefer going to my place rather than studying.  So, you really
should accept my invitation."


IV.

Theresa Cassidy felt strange.  She was shocked when Brandon suggested
going over his house, but even more so fighting this strange
compulsion to agree with him.  When he followed it up, sounding even
more convincing than before, Theresa felt her resolve...dissolve.  "I
really shouldn't but I...I...guess it would be alright.  I won't stay
long because I really do need to study."

Theresa wondered what was going on?  To top it off, when Brandon
extended his hand, she took it!  Theresa couldn't believe they were
actually walking out of the club holding hands like lovers.  Theresa
walked in stunned silence...and involuntarily smiled at the bartender.
WAIT!  She must be hypnotized!  That's it!  "You...you...hypnotized
me...didn't you?"

Brandon turned to smile at her as they both continued to walk.
"Theresa.  Why ever do you say this?  Surely you can't be
hypnotized...it isn't possible, remember...  You told this yourself."

Theresa wondered how he did it?  When did he do it?  Why couldn't she
break out of this compulsion to walk with him?  Why did she feel a
need to hold his hand?  She tried to rationalize this strange desire
to go over to his house.  Why?  Blanks...all of them.  Slowly, she
began to feel frightened.

Theresa climbed into the passenger's side of Brandon's car.  She
wondered if she should slip out as he went to the other side, but
something kept her seated.   

"Tell me Theresa...  Do you find me attractive?"  Asked Brandon as he
slid in behind the steering wheel.   

Theresa didn't want to answer...  She had a feeling where this was all
headed, but as much as she tried to keep her mouth shut, she felt that
she must tell him the truth;  "Well...I...I think you are good looking
for an older man...  I don't feel anything when I look at you, so
I...I guess I'm not sexually attracted to you..."

Brandon laughed, and then added;  "Theresa...you are looking at me all
wrong...  And I'm only thirty-three, that isn't old...  In fact, you
really feel it's the perfect age...for a lover.  Males your age are
just little boys and you would much rather prefer a man my age.  When
you look at me, you think to yourself how nice I am, how you can trust
me, but more importantly, how attractive I am.  You imagine inside
that pretty little head of yours how it would feel making love to me.
You find me much more sexually attractive than anyone else...and you
feel arousal at the mere thought of us making love."

Theresa sat there in stunned silence.  Every word he said made sense
to her, and she found herself feeling the emotions and sensations he
talked about.  How!?!  How was he able to make this happen?  Theresa
couldn't help envision Brandon without clothes...she couldn't help
envision him kissing her lips, her breasts...her sex.  Theresa
momentarily closed her eyes as her body shuddered with desire.  She
wanted him...  She tried holding onto the fact that she was feeling
this way only because of this hypnotic power he seemed to have over
her...but it didn't help.  Theresa wanted him like she's never wanted
anybody or anything before.

When they arrived at his place, Theresa waited in her seat until
Brandon came around to open her door.  She offered her hand and upon
contact, Theresa felt pleasure flood her groin eliciting a gasp from
one mouth, and wet heat from the other.  Theresa felt weak and dizzy
when she stood up.  He must have seen the condition she was in,
because he smiled;  "In a few more seconds, you'll feel a lot more
comfortable laying on my couch..."

With every step Theresa took, she felt her the dampness between her
legs.  When she entered the house, Brandon led her into the living
room.  "Go lay down on the couch, okay Theresa...but before you
do...take off all your clothes."

Theresa couldn't help smile when he told her to strip.  Only a very
feint small part of her resisted.  Brandon was going to fuck her and
the thought sent more waves of desire through her body.  She didn't
care where he fucked her...as long as he did it soon.  Theresa took
off her red blouse, and then her white bra.  She always loved the way
her beautiful tits maintained their perfect upturned form.  For the
very few girl friends that saw her topless, they would comment that
she didn't need to wear a bra.  Support was never the issue...
Appearance was, and Theresa wouldn't be caught dead without a bra on.
Now Theresa looked down at them and smiled...  She cupped them and
looked at Brandon.  She blushed when she realized she was presenting
them to him.  Theresa then slid her tight jeans down, and finally her
white panties.  God she was wet!  So wet, her panties crotch area had
stuck to her soaked slit.  Theresa then laid down on the couch...
Naked and wanting.


IV.

Brandon gazed at his lovely assistant and couldn't get over how
helplessly sexy she looked.  "Theresa, you're beautiful...absolutely
stunning."  Theresa looked up at him and smiled.  Brandon decided that
he first should give Theresa an attitude adjustment regarding her new
role in life.

"Theresa...  How do you feel about being my assistant?...  Tell me the
truth."

"I...please don't be upset with me...but...but I really don't like it.
If I didn't need to pay back my student loan, I...I don't think I'd be
working for you."

"Why don't you like working as my assistant?"

"I really think you're a sexist...and those outfits just demean my
gender."

"Theresa...  The next time you wear one of those outfits you won't
feel like it's demeaning.  You won't feel uncomfortable...  In fact,
what you will feel is sexually charged at the thought of wearing what
I choose for you.  Downright sexy...horny actually.  You'll just love
the fact that everyone can see your body, and knowing that the sexy
outfits you wear teases the hell out of the audience makes you wet.
You will feel pleasure in showing off your gorgeous body...and want so
desperately to touch yourself during the act.  The thought of every
set of eyes on your body excites you.  You'll blush at the realization
but you'll act this way anyway."

Brandon looked down at Theresa and could see everything he was saying
was sinking in.  He decided to be nice to her and he willed her hands
to take liberties with her own arousal.  He watched as Theresa's hands
caressed her breasts, pinched her nipples, and finally found a warm
home between her legs.  Brandon could smell her arousal, and his own
erection poked angrily against the inside of his pants.  If he
couldn't come, she couldn't either.  He willed her to build to an
incredible crescendo of desire...but not the ability to come.  

"Theresa...  As the week progresses, your studies will no longer
interest you...  When you try to study for the English exam, you'll
find it impossible to concentrate...  You'll much rather play with
yourself...  Masturbation will become your new obsession.  College is
no longer a priority and you'll feel a strong desire to drop out...
Instead, you will want to become my full time assistant.  You'll want
to be the best assistant to me in the world.  You'll also find the
attraction you have for me grows stronger and stronger with every
hour.  When you are not in my presence, you'll miss me.  When you are
masturbating, you'll fantasize about me..."

Brandon watched Theresa continue to rub her clit and stroke her pussy.
She was whimpering now, she needed to come.    

"Theresa...  You will also feel a pleasant and sexy docility when you
are in my presence.  You'll be subservient to all my wishes and feel a
great desire to please me in every way.  Your body will tremble at my
touch...  The desire you feel for me will become the only true meaning
in your life.  You call me Brandon when we are amongst other people,
but privately, you call me Master."

Brandon quickly slid off his pants, and briefs.  Stripped off his
shirt and hopped down in between Theresa's legs.  Theresa cried out
with excitement, and opened her legs wider...  The second Brandon
entered her, Theresa cried out "GOD YES!".  Theresa wrapped her hands
around his shoulder to pull him closer with every thrust.  Brandon
wrapped his hands around her lovely ass cheeks to pull her forward...
Brandon moaned with every thrust in and out, in and out, in and out...
Theresa cried "YES...YES...YES."  with more passion than either of
them ever experienced before.  At the same time he shot a thick load
of come deep down her pussy, Theresa screamed out an orgasm.   

VI.

Theresa woke up...feeling better than she ever felt in her entire
life.  Her glazed eyes and smile confirmed her satiation.  She was
still spread eagled on the couch.  Still naked.  Everything that
happened to her was so incredible.  Was she still hypnotized?  Why did
she still feel this overwhelming desire to be with him.  If he was
here right now, she would have wanted to do *it* again.  Brandon
wanted her for some sex pet and strangely the thought didn't upset
her...  In fact, it pleased her.  She wanted him again.  Theresa
remembered everything he told her.  Why did he do this to her?
Theresa slowly got up from the couch and saw her clothes in a heap on
the floor.  Should she dress?  Theresa wasn't sure, so she just sat
back down.  Should she go look for him?  No...  Just stay right here
she thought to herself.  

Theresa's eyes lit up when she saw him enter the room.  His presence
felt so good to her.  It also increased her desire...for another fuck.
Theresa also felt saddened...he was dressed.

"It appears I have forgotten one set of instructions before I pat your
lovely fanny and send you back to your place..."

Theresa felt pleasure at his words of endearment, but disappointment
at being sent away.

Brandon walked over to her;  "Theresa...  You cannot tell anyone or
communicate in any other fashion that you are under my power."

Theresa hadn't thought about telling anyone, but as the words sunk
deep inside her mind, they took root...now she couldn't.

Brandon smiled at her, making her feel good.  "Now...  How about you
put that lovely mouth of yours to use..."

Theresa quickly went down to her knees.  She zipped down Brandon's
zipper and freed his erection.  He was about seven inches.  Theresa
used her tongue and licked while taking his entire member inside her
mouth.  Her nostrils took in the aroma of him and she felt herself
getting *hot* all over again.    

"You may pleasure yourself as you pleasure me."  stated Brandon.

Theresa felt totally under his power and loved the way it made her
feel.  She slipped her right hand down to her wet slit, while holding
on to his sex with her left hand.  With every thrust of her fingers,
she sucked deeper and deeper.  "Swallow every drop, Theresa...  Every
drop."  Theresa greedily complied.


VII.

Theresa soaked in her bathtub dazing.  She felt confusion and
embarrassed, but both emotions took a back seat to the desire she felt
too see Brandon again.  Was it only yesterday when she was totally in
control of her life?  She thought she should feel repulsed at the
thought of everything she did with Brandon, but she didn't.  Instead,
she felt intense pleasure and desire to do it again.  Every time she
closed her eyes, she could see herself climbing aboard Brandon's
shaft.  Riding up and down on him.  The thought led her own hand down
to her pussy.  She loved to masturbate now...she loved to feel this
way.  She remembered how Brandon gave her a hard long kiss and
squeezed her ass cheeks before sending her home.  She almost came from
the act.

Intellectually, Theresa knew that everything she felt was somehow
artificially induced.  She also realized it went far beyond simple
hypnosis.  He had changed the way she felt about everything.  She knew
she should be studying right now, but school just wasn't important to
her anymore.  Brandon was important to her...  Brandon and her body...

If Brandon hadn't told her to await for his call, she would be on the
phone right now, begging him to let her see him.  Theresa felt she
should feel disturbed to know that she had no more control over her
body, but instead she simply craved the sexual enslavement that
Brandon had placed on her.  Theresa leaned back in the tub and again
played with her pussy.  God she was so wet...and it wasn't all due to
the water she laid in.  


VIII. (Two weeks later)

Brandon grinned like a Cheshire cat.  He located Linda Norris.  She
lived in Sacramento.  She was Linda Blake now, but that didn't matter.
Sacramento was only a plane ride away.  His source had told him that
she was not only married, but had a daughter.  Well, he wouldn't ruin
that.  He would allow her to take her daughter with her.  He would set
her up with an apartment right here in town.  Hell, the football
player wouldn't mind...  He'd make sure of that.

Brandon gazed at the picture of Linda while he walked into the living
room.  She appeared even more stunning now.  His eyes left the picture
to look at Theresa, who was kneeling down with her head bowed like a
slave.  Of course, that was what she was now.  Simply, a slave.
Unless she was having her period, she wasn't allowed to wear a single
piece of clothing.  Brandon still loved to look at her naked beauty.    

Brandon had Theresa move in with him just a few days ago.  Hmmmm.  A
thought just occurred to him...  Linda and Theresa together.  He
wondered...

"Tell me Theresa...have you ever made it with another girl before."

"No Sir..."

"Have you ever fantasized about it?"

"No Sir."

"Well, the thought of it does make you horny, so be a good girl and
start fantasizing about it...okay."  

Brandon took one more look at Linda's picture, then handed it to
Theresa; "and here, take this picture...this is what your fantasy
lover looks like."

A few simple words...that's all it took.  A few simple words...

The End...unless.



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