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Standard Disclaimer, meaning this is a work of pure fiction, and NOT
to be read by persons under the age of 18. If you enjoy this story
please email your thanks to the publisher. Thank you - Mesmer.

			  "THE WRITER"
				(C)
				by Mesmer
				Chapter I
				
                               * 
Damien Dalton had always understood the difference between a writer
and an author was simply a matter of a writer 'not' having had his
work published, whereas an author had become published at least once.
While he still believed in that basic difference between the two,
Damien also believed now that another difference between the two, and
just as noticeable, was that a writer starved while searching for the
ideas and effort that would help him cross the boundary from one to
the other.

     Damien's latest idea was to write a book on the power of mind
control - hypnosis to be more exact, in that the control could take
place without the aid of drugs of any kind. As was his usual method
when first beginning a new story Damien sat down and listed his needs,
starting with the purchase of a good book on hypnosis. He knew also
that he would need at least one person or more to practice on, so he
could write from the point of view of the person doing the hypnotising
and the hopeful controlling. The actual plot, he knew, would come to
him soon. It always did when he became really focussed.

     Damien found many books on hypnosis at the library, but none
seemed to be what he was looking for, even though he had admitted to
himself he hadn't a clue what that might be.  He'd gotten all sorts of
ideas from his library research, such as subliminal tape recordings,
spiral patterns and video graphics. Swinging a watch in front of
someone's eyes seemed a bit outdated to him, but he had considered it
anyway, not letting any idea go completely until he was sure it had
nothing to offer him or his potential readers.

     After all was said and done Damien had reached the conclusion
that the primary requirement for hypnosis to occur was the absolute
fixation of concentrated attention on something or someone, without
any extraneous thoughts whatsoever. Relaxation, from what Damien had
read didn't seem to be all that necessary for an altered state of
consciousness to occur, as long as the person being hypnotised had his
attention completely absorbed in something or someone. Once that had
been successfully achieved, any suggestion thereafter given would
supposedly bypass the critical conscious mind without even being
noticed, and, be accepted fully as if it had been the hypnotised
person's own idea, one that would be acted upon without suspicion or
critical evaluation of any kind.

     It was all about absolute power over another individual. Damien
knew that only too well by the time he had finished all the research
he could possibly do for the time being. And to hypnotise someone
without them knowing or being aware of it was even more of a power
trip to those that way inclined. When he locked into the idea of
hypnotising someone without their permission or knowledge it opened up
a whole new range of ideas to him, and he explored them in his active
imagination to the utmost, looking for that magical idea that would
take his status of a writer and change it to one of being an author.
Damien knew he was on the right track toward finding it, but so far,
the beginning had eluded him.

			      * * 
				A few days after he had finished his
research the idea came to him out of left field. It had been a warm
day. On Damien's desk sat a silent little desk fan. The strength of
the breeze the tiny fan generated was hardly noticeable - just a
gentle, continuous stream of soft, cool air upon his face. It was
constant enough for him to be aware of its presence and the slight
cooling effect on his face, yet quiet and unobtrusive enough for him
to not even notice it if he hadn't suddenly stopped and become aware
of it. In fact, he had been idly staring at it while reaching for
ideas in the depth of his mind and trying to get cool at the same
time. He had found himself locked into the thought of cooling down and
the sensation of feeling so good about the coolness actually being
felt on his skin at the same time. 

     What made Damien so sure he had found the answer to his problem
was the time. He had been staring at the fan for almost a half an hour
and hadn't realised it. When he finally did, he also noticed that he
felt very good within his mind and body for the experience.  He now
looked at the tiny fan, realising the implications of what he had
discovered. It was perfect. Who would take any notice of an
innocent-looking little desk fan? Now, if he could just add something
to that as well to capture someone's attention in the first place he
would have his idea in the completed form. 

     Damien stared hard at the tiny plastic fan with the silently
spinning blades. Then he realised the difference between what he was
thinking and what he had read in his research.  The spinning
spiral-type disks must have worked, but he couldn't see how they could
invoke a physical sensation, other than a relaxed feeling. Now, if he
could just combine the ability to capture attention and the invoking
of a physical stimulus, Damien knew he'd have his final answer. 

     As he was about to get up it came to him suddenly, in a flash of
rare insight. He relaxed and sat back down, staring hard at the tiny
plastic fan once again. He would combine them both by somehow painting
a spiral on the blades of the little fan, thereby being able to
capitalise on both the mental and physical attributes of capturing
someone's undivided attention and then holding it ad-infinitum. Now,
Damien was happy.

			       * * * 
				Over the next few days Damien
experiment with at least twenty different types of spiral patterns and
colours, trying and re-trying them all, one by one, until finally he
decided on a pattern that generated a slow spiral at the lowest speed
of the three-speed fan, and a very relaxing mental and physical
effect, yet he was amazed at the disorientating effect the
innocent-looking little plastic fan had on him when he used the
fastest speed.

     Damien had also chosen a colour, yellow, but in luminescent
brilliance. It would glow in the dark, but in the day time it was just
bright enough and easy on the eyes as it captured his total and
complete attention, and without him even noticing it was doing so. He
had kept his attention focussed entirely on the cooling effect of the
gentle, almost unnoticeable and continuous breath of cool air upon his
skin. Test after test had found him incredibly amazed at the
unnoticeable time passed while gazing at the spinning yellow spiral.
The time actually seemed to fly by, leaving him every time, feeling
very good within himself, both physically and mentally. Now all Damien
had to do was to try it out on someone other than himself.

     He purposely placed the chair in a particular position opposite
his desk and then spent several minutes angling the little fan so it
struck the person's gaze and face in just the right way, without being
obvious. He tried a dozen different ways in which someone may sit in
the chair opposite him, and from several different heights, simulating
both short and tall people who might happen to occupy the chair.

     Damien had read somewhere in his research that the more
intelligent a person was, the more easily they could be hypnotised. He
decided to try the little fan out on the most intelligent people he
could find, starting with his secretary, June, a thirty year old
separated housewife who worked three days a week for him typing up his
manuscripts and putting them in a logical order on disc in his
literary archives. He often called her in to sit down opposite him
while he bounced various ideas off her from time to time, for a second
point of view. It looked like the next day was going to be different,
if not entirely successful and exciting.

			    * * * * 
				Damien's pulse quickened along with
his heartbeat the instant his eyes opened the next morning. The smile
on his face quickly followed. He bounded out of bed, showered and
shaved, then drove quickly to the office for any last minute details
he wanted to go over in his mind. 

     The only thing he hadn't decided was when to actually try it out.
Finally, he decided on just before lunch. It was usually hot anyway at
that time, and with the window shut behind the blinds where it
couldn't be seen it was sure to become a hell of a lot hotter by the
time he asked June to come in and sit down opposite him. Damien hoped
he'd slowed the speed of the fan down enough. At first the spiral
pattern could not be seen on the fan's normal speeds, but then, by
adjusting the internal motor he had come up with three speeds that
easily attracted his attention.

     At eleven thirty his office was quite humid. He smiled and then
buzzed June on the intercom.

     "Yes, DD." came the artificial answer from the outdated voice
box. She always called him by her per name, 'DD.' Damien didn't mind.
A lot of people had throughout his life.

     "Can you come in for a while, if you're not doing anything
important? I want you to help me with some ideas for a new book I'm
working on." he told her, knowing it made her feel really important
whenever he asked for her help.

     "Sure." she squarked. "I'm full of ideas today. Be right in. Just
finishing something.  Okay?"

     "Okay." Damien said, then sat back to wait, noticing already now
how warm and humid his office had become.

     Five minutes later June came through the door, closing it gently
behind her. As she walked up to this desk and sat down her face
stretched into a grimace.

     "God, it's hot in here!" she stated, fanning herself with her
hand. "Why don't you open a window?"

     "I hate the light, and besides, there's no breeze, anyway." which
wasn't a lie, Damien thought to himself as he watched the tiny beads
of perspiration form immediately across her forehead. He leaned over
and flicked the first speed of the little plastic fan on. It cranked
up at what seemed to be a very slow rate of knots. Then he leaned back
in his chair to watch her like he always did whenever he asked her to
help him.

     June looked at the little fan, knowing the slow-turning little
thing hardly seemed to have the energy to keep turning, let alone
create any relief through a nice cool breeze. Then she found herself
staring at the strange pattern its blades were making as they spun
lazily round and round and as she continued to watch it for a few more
seconds she forgot all about the humid room she now sat in. Finally,
she turned back to face Damien, but it seemed to take her mind quite
an effort to do so. It seemed very relaxing just looking at the fan
and thinking of being cool.

     Damien had not missed how the little fan had gotten June's
attention, as well as seeing her visibly relax in front of his very
eyes. He smiled.

     "Why don't you get a bigger fan?" June asked, smiling wryly.
"That one looks as if it's going to have a heart-attack any second."
Then she chuckled at her own attempt at humour.

     "It would only swirl around the dead air in here even more
faster." He replied.  "Besides, it's got two more speeds." he said,
leaning forward and directing her gaze back to the fan as he turned it
to the second speed.

     The little fan cranked up another few knots, but still seemed to
be turning lazily.  Then, to Damien's surprise, June leaned forward
with her face and stared right into the centre of its spinning spiral
pattern. Her eyes widened for a few seconds, then half closed as she
sighed when the cool, gentle breathing of the blades whispered a
cooling all over her hot face.

     "Ahhhh." June sighed, feeling the cool breeze, if it could really
be called that. She could hardly feel it, even with the speed turned
up. Still, she thought, as she became fascinated with the turning
pattern, it's better than nothing in this hot office, and god only
knew how long Damien wanted to keep her in here, milking her for ideas
for his new book.

     "It feels cool on every part of your face." Damien said softly,
soothingly, as he watched her closely. "If you just think about how
hot and humid you felt before you looked at it you could almost say
the little fan has cooled you off beautifully already, and we haven't
even tried number three speed yet. Isn't that true?"

     Yes, that was true, June thought, as she revelled in the cool air
blowing its whispering breath over her face. And she certainly felt a
lot cooler looking at the fan now than she had when she had first come
into the office.

     "That's for sure." she answered, her voice sounding sort of
dreamy to herself, she noted.

     "If you want to be even cooler in this office that feels like a
sauna room or a hot, humid steam bath you could turn it up to number
three speed." he told her soothingly. "Then you could 'really' cool
down and escape this terrible, uncomfortable heat. That would be even
better. Wouldn't it?"

     June nodded and reached forward the instant he said it. She did
want to be cooler, if that was possible without giving the little fan
an internal haemorrhage. Then she waited a few seconds as the pretty
pattern increased its speed a little more, to see if it held on under
the duress she was now putting it through. Damien was right, she
nodded to herself again.  This office was like a damn steam bath, a
real sauna room at that. She didn't know how he could stand it in
here. She could feel the perspiration trickling slowly down her spine
from between her shoulder blades.

     "You seem to really like my little cooling fan." he said
soothingly. "You must be ...  really feeling the gentle cooling effect
... on your face and ... cooling down your whole body by now."

     "Mmmm." June answered as a reply. Damien was right again. Her
face did feel really nice and comfortable, she noticed. And her body
did seem like it was starting to cool down a little bit. She couldn't
feel the sweat running down her spine, now that she took the time to
notice it, and she felt very relaxed as she looked at the swirling
pattern on the fan's centre.  Yes, she decided. She 'did' like
Damien's little plastic fan. In fact, she noted to herself, she might
get one of them for herself.

     Damien's heart thumped against his rib cage as he watched his
secretary lock her gaze into the centre of the fan. Her eyes seemed
sort of glazed and she looked very relaxed and calm.

     "The more you look at the spinning pattern the more cooler you
become." he told her in a slower, more soothing voice. "That's what
I've always found, anyway. And the more you looked at it the more
cooler and more relaxed and calm you become as you just feel like
letting all your worries and problems just drain away, from the tip of
your head to the tip of your toes."

     June nodded slowly. Damien was right, she decided. That was
exactly how she felt and what she was feeling right then. And she
'was' beginning to feel more cool and more comfortable the more she
looked at the pretty swirling pattern. She felt very relaxed and calm
too. She could just imagine all her problems melting away and draining
from her head to her toes and then flowing out on to the floor as
Damien was speaking about it. Then June suddenly remembered she was
supposed to be doing something, but she couldn't immediately recall
what it was. Something to do with Damien and helping him, she puzzled,
then lost her focus back to the cooling, swirling fan blades.  "You
always ... get very lazy and ... very .. very tired." Damien went on
in a very slow and very soothing tone of voice. "Whenever you ...
always want to look ... deeply into the swirling pattern and ... find
it so relaxing and ... so comforting ... like you feel just after you
... fall into your bed at night after a ... hot and ... hard day's
work at the office ... and just don't want to do anything except ...
just go to sleep ... and just curl up ... like when you were in your
mother's arms and ... just let go of everything and ... just close
your eyes and ... go to sleep now ... because you ... feel so tired
and ... feel so drowsy that ... your eyelids will close now .. so
tightly ... because ... they're so relaxed now ... and you know you
couldn't open them ... even if you tried ... very .. very hard because
... you really don't want to anymore ...  because it ... feels so good
to ... have them closed so tightly now ... they won't even open if you
tried real hard ... when I tell you to."

     Damien watched and smiled inside and out as June's eyes closed
shut right on cue.  She drew a deep breath and sighed loudly as they
finally closed all the way down. He decided to remain silent for a few
minutes and allow her to really get into the way she was feeling.

     June wondered what was happening to her. Something told her she
shouldn't be this relaxed during work hours, but Damien was with her
so it must be alright with him. His voice seemed so soft. She had
never noticed that before about his voice. Soothing too. She felt warm
all over, as if she really was being cradled by her mother's arms.
God, she thought.  That was a long time ago, but she could still
remember how warm and safe she felt, and she could feel it right then.
Her eyelids felt as if they were glued shut.

     "Try to open those tired ... and relaxed eyelids ... now." Damien
said softly. "And see how ... they just won't open. How they just ...
don't want to work .. because they ... feel so good where they are ...
now close down very tightly and ... so relaxed and calm."

     June really didn't want to even try to open her eyes and wished
he hadn't asked her to try. She just didn't feel like it at all.
Nevertheless, he 'was' her boss, after all, so she gave it her best
shot, although, even as she did, she knew it wasn't, because she
simply didn't want to. Then she relaxed and stopped trying. She'd made
the effort, June decided. He would have seen her trying. That was
enough. Now, she wondered, what was she supposed to be doing? It was
something to do with Damien. What was it? Then she lost the thought
and sighed, relaxing more and feeling more relaxed. She was too tired
to think. Some other time. This was the time to enjoy, not to think.

     Damien saw June's eyebrows arch as she tried to open her eyes.
She either couldn't, he decided, after watching her stop trying almost
as soon as she'd started, or, she just plain didn't want to. Either
way was okay by him. She seemed to be really relaxing. Her shoulders
slumped forward and her head was also now leaning forward toward her
chest. Her breathing seemed deep and restful and her arms rested
comfortably and loosely on his desk.

     "If you ... turn to face me now ... you will ... still feel as
good as you do right now." he told her softly.

     June turned her face away from the little fan after a few
seconds, although she really didn't want to do that either. But, she
trusted Damien. If her said she would be just as cool, she believed
him. And then she did. He was right again. She had a smart boss, she
decided, as she settled her shoulders into their new position of
facing him. But she wasn't going to try and open her eyes again, even
if he asked her to. It was too nice having them closed. Then she felt
herself smile. Well, maybe she would try again, just once, if he asked
her to, she decided lazily. After all, he 'was' her boss.

     "You can ... take some time out and ... go to sleep now. Go to
sleep now ... you can go to sleep ... very deeply now." he told her
softly, soothingly. "I know you ... work too hard and ... I appreciate
it. It's alright ... now ... for you to ... go to sleep and ... just
let yourself go deeper ... and deeper asleep while ... you relax more
and ... more deeply and ... let yourself go ... very .. very deeply to
sleep where ... you can't think of anything and ... don't want to
think of anything and ... just want to sleep deeper ... and deeper and
... take time out for a little while and ... that's okay. So, go .. to
.. sleep .. nowwwww."

     Something told June that she shouldn't be thinking about having a
little sleep in work time, but Damien was telling her it was okay. And
she did work hard. She knew he knew that. He was always thanking her.
Maybe he was just being nice for all the times in the past when she'd
worked overtime and he'd never paid her. She hadn't minded. He was
just getting started as a writer. 'Someone' had to help him. In some
ways he was just like a little boy. And now, sleep sounded so
inviting, she decided as she felt herself drifting away further and
further from the soothing sound of Damien's voice. And he'd given her
permission, so, why not? June felt as if she were floating further and
further away on a soft, fluffy cloud. So tired she didn't even want to
think about thinking anymore. Not wanting to do anything but curl up
and go to sleep on her fluffy, soft cloud.

			  * * * * * * 
				Damien leaned further back in his
chair, resting it on its two back legs and balancing precariously as
he watched closely the face and features of his entranced secretary.
His smile had vanished. He was astounded at what he'd accomplished. He
had done it, and the proof of his success was sitting deeply asleep in
front of him. Her arms rested lightly and loosely on his desk in front
of her and her head bent forward toward her chest. He watched her
breathing for several seconds and knew she was breathing deeply and
evenly, just as if she was really asleep. Then he had a sudden
thought. Maybe he had gone too far and really put her to sleep - a
'real' sleep.

     "You will ... always hear the sound of my voice," Damien thought
to say quickly. "no matter how deeply .. and .. how comfortably you
are in your .. deepest sleep in your life will you .. always be able
to hear the sound of my voice .. and be .. able to answer me .. no
matter how much you want to stay deeply asleep .. because you ...
won't disturb your beautiful, deeply relaxing and .. restful sleep
when .. you can always talk to me .. when I want you too.  Isn't that
true?"

     June felt her head slowly nod, but she didn't recall consciously
doing it. She could hear him, she decided, but she didn't want to. She
just wanted to go to sleep.

     "And you can .. talk to me now," Damien went on. "with the sound
of your voice and ... still be deeply asleep and .. you didn't know
that .. but you do now so .. you can talk to me normally now .. and
still stay deeply and fast asleep. Isn't that true?"

     "Ye..es." June heard herself say, and again she didn't remember
consciously saying a thing. She was amazed. Damien had been right
again. She could stay asleep and still talk normally to him. What an
amazing thing to know, June thought in wonderment. She never realised
that at all.

     Damien smiled and let out the breath he'd been holding. He had
really done it. He felt like clapping and shouting, but he couldn't do
either. Once again he began to think about what to do now. He would
have to install an amnesia key and a trance key word for next time. He
didn't want her to remember anything and he didn't want to take this
long to trance her down next time.

     "Because you like this special sleep so much," he told her,
speeding up his speech patterns now that he'd successfully hypnotised
her. "I'm going to give you a surprise .. and give you your own
special trance sleep key .. with the words, 'sleep time.' And whenever
you hear the sound of my voice only .. say the special words to your
own secret trance key, 'sleep time', no matter what you're doing .. or
where you are .. your eyes will close quickly down and .. you'll go
back deeply to sleep .. and fall asleep as deeply and as beautifully
as you are right now .. whenever you hear my voice only .. say the
words of your secret trance key, 'sleep time', you will go fast asleep
.. and will not be able to resist .. going instantly .. and quickly ..
fast asleep .. because your unconscious mind .. will always remember
those words, 'sleep time,' which you can forget .. because you don't
need to remember .. what your unconscious mind will .. so you can
forget all about ..whatever I tell you to forget .. no matter what it
is ... no matter what happens .. and no matter what you do .. what you
will .. never again be able to remember. Isn't that true?"

     June nodded slowly. "Yes." she said, thinking it was absolutely
amazing. Her very own secret trance key. What a great idea. What a
nice boss she had, giving her a trance key with two secret words that
she would always remember, no matter where she was or what she was
doing at the time, and she didn't even have to bother trying to
remember what they were because her unconscious mind would always
remember. Damien thought of everything, she decided. She was so lucky
to have him for a boss and not someone like she'd had in the past who
was always hitting on her and trying to get into her pants all the
time. She had only had one serious relationship in her life and that
hadn't worked out. Now she was saving herself for the next special man
in her life, whenever he happened to come along. June sighed
internally. She wished he would hurry up. Her biological clock was
already ticking away faster and faster with each passing day.

     Now for the final test, Damien thought as he prepared to wake her
up and test for amnesia and the effect of her trance key. If they both
worked he could 'really' call himself a success in the area of
hypnotism, at least with his secretary, anyway.

     "When I snap my fingers." he told her. "You will be wide awake,
feeling refreshed and alive with a new energy coursing through your
mind and your body at all levels. And now that you have your own
secret trance key you can go back to sleep as quickly as you want to
whenever you hear me say it. When I snap my fingers you will open your
eyes and become instantly awake and remember nothing of anything I've
said because your unconscious mind will remember everything so you
simply don't have to. Is that clear?"

     Of course it was clear, June thought, a little agitated that he
didn't think she might understand. She knew about her trance key now.
And the fact that her unconscious mind would remember everything. She
didn't want to anyway. Why should she? "Yes." she answered slowly.

     Damien snapped his fingers and started talking as if halfway
through a sentence.

     "So if you could come up with any ideas I'd really be grateful,
June." he said, watching her blink her eyes several times.

     "Huh?" she said.

     He watched as the puzzled look spread across her face. Her eyes
found his quickly.

     "Do you want me to say it all over again?" he asked.

     "No. I..I..err...I just don't rem.." she stammered and then
stopped.

     June wondered what had happened. Had she been daydreaming? What
had he been talking about? She felt herself begin to blush with
embarrassment. This had never happened to her before in her life. God,
the office felt like the inside of her oven. So hot. June fought to
collect her thoughts and try to save the situation and prevent it from
becoming any more embarrassing than it already was for her.

     "I'm sorry, Damien." she apologised. "I must have ...er..I don't
know. I must have...drifted off for a second or two. I'm really sorry.
I feel so embarrassed. I Just don't understand."

     Damien smiled warmly at his confused secretary, inwardly pleased
with everything he had done in his morning's work. "That's okay." he
told her. "It's too hot to work anyway. I feel like sleeping. How
about you?"

     June smiled, eased in her embarrassment by her boss's
understanding. But she didn't feel tired. She felt hot, but not tired.
In fact, she felt pretty good, as if she had just woken up from a long
sleep. 

     "For some reason," she replied. I feel pretty good." Then she
lowered her eyes from his gaze, knowing she probably felt good because
she had somehow managed to catnap right under the nose of her own
boss.

     "Sleep time." Damien said soothingly.

     June's eyebrows arched at the words Damien had spoken. They
sounded familiar, but she knew they weren't. "Huh?" she responded.
Then, "Ohhhhhhh."

     Damien smiled as he watched his secretary's eyelids flutter for a
few seconds then slam shut. Her shoulders sagged down and her head
drooped forward even more then it had before toward her chest. Her
breathing settled quickly into a deep and even pattern.

     June tried, but just couldn't keep her eyelids open. She couldn't
understand what was happening to her. What must Damien think of me,
she thought as she lost the final battle to stop them from doing what
she did not want them to do. They had shut all by themselves as wave
after wave of the most glorious tiredness she had never experienced
before in her life washed over her mind and body, over and over again.
It was just too much for her, and too nice to resist. And finally,
June surrendered completely to the relaxing waves as they washed her
mind deeper and deeper to a very restful and calm place.

     "Are you back in your special place where it's so ... nice and
warm and safe?" he asked her. "Where everything I tell you to
experience, you 'will' experience, and everything I tell you to feel,
you 'will' feel, because 'everything' that happens in your special
place to you will .. seem so right ... and so perfectly natural that
... everything will seem like ... it was 'your' idea in the first
place and ... you will want to do 'everything' that is suggested
...because ... you would have thought of doing that anyway ... in your
special place. Isn't that true?"

     Everything her boss said made sense, June thought. What was the
point of having a special place to go to if you couldn't do whatever
you liked? And it 'was' so nice. "Yes." she replied dreamily.

     Damien smiled. Total success, in all quarters. He sat and watched
June closely, leaving her alone with her thoughts and only one of his.
`"Go deeper asleep ... now." he said.

     June felt herself drifting deeper and deeper down in her own
mind. Wave after wave of gentle, drowsy relaxation washed over her
mind and body from head to toe. She felt wonderful and so sleepy.

			    * * * * * * 
				"June?" Damien tested in his normal
talking voice.

     "Yes?" she answered, sounding to him as if she were being
summoned from a far away place she'd rather remain.

     "How do you feel?"

     "Wonderful." June replied. And as she said it her voice sounded
different to herself somehow.

     "Do you realise what's happened to you?" Damien questioned.

     Well, of course she did, June thought. She was taking time out,
just as he said she could. And, it was lovely. She felt calm and
relaxed. So very relaxed. "Yes." she answered.  "I'm taking time out,
like you said."

     Damien smiled. "That's fine. You're doing perfectly. And now, you
can allow yourself to feel very warm and very comfortable all
throughout your mind, and all over your body."

     June smiled at the thought. She already felt like that anyway.
But strangely, the more she now thought about it, the more comfortable
and the more relaxed she felt.

     "I think you'd feel even more comfortable," he went on. "If you
were to be alone right now in your special place, where your privacy
could be assured. And you could really let yourself go and enjoy your
special time out in as many special and relaxing and enjoyable ways
that you might want to. Don't you think that's a good idea? To be all
alone with nothing and no-one except the soothing sound of my voice
which you can hardly hear anyway?"

     What a great idea, June thought. Yes, she decided for herself. I
'would' rather be by myself. After all, it is 'my' special place. And
Damien was right. His voice was sounding further and further away.
"Yes." she answered finally.

     "That's fine. Go there now, to your special place, in any way you
want to, to wherever you want to, so that you're all alone with
nothing and no-one with you to disturb your privacy except the
soothing sound of my voice, which you can hardly even notice being
with you except to listen to and not notice at all, just as part of
the background, like good music, listened to, but never noticed. Go
there now, and tell me when you're all alone and very private in your
special place. Will you do that for me?"

     "Yes." June replied immediately. She wanted to go there for her
special time out.  Then, into her mind came the image of her last
holiday in Vanuatu, in her apartment. She had just returned from
snorkelling and was dressed in her bikini's as she came in through her
apartment door and locked it behind her. When she could see the door
was locked and the air conditioner was turned on she knew she was
there. She could smell the salt in the air, even after it had been
through the air purifier. "I'm here." she said slowly.

     "Where are you?" Damien asked her.

     "In my holiday apartment in Vanuatu." she answered.

     "What are you wearing?" he asked next.

     "My bikini." she replied. "I've just come back from snorkelling.
It was great." June could see clearly in her mind the beautiful shapes
and colours of the coral she had seen beneath the crystal clear waters
of the Pacific ocean.

     Damien thought for a moment before he spoke next. Then, in a
flash, he knew where he was going, or rather, where he was going to
take her.

     "June?" he began. "In a moment I'm going to ask you to open your
eyes. When I do that, you will allow your eyes to open, but you will
remain always deeply in your special place, never leaving it for a
moment, and always being totally and completely alone. You will always
hear the sound of my voice, like good music, always listened to, but
never noticed. You will be completely alone and not even aware of my
physical presence, and will not notice the sound of my voice, even
though you are listening to it like good music in the background of
your special place. Do you understand."

     "Yes." she answered.

     "Allow your eyes to open now." he said soothingly.

     June allowed her eyes to open and saw her room. She smiled. She
was sitting at a writing desk.

     Damien held his breath as her eyes opened. He watched her look
around the desk, but not at him, as if he simply were not there. He
smiled.

     "June?" he asked.

     "Yes?" 

     "Do remember telling me that you've just come back from
snorkelling, dressed in your bikini?" he asked.

     "Yes."

     "You must have put your clothes back on somewhere because you are
still fully dressed. Can you see that? You must have stopped
somewhere." he told her.

     June looked down at herself. She was flabbergasted. How could
that be. She hadn't stopped anywhere. She was sure she would have
remembered it. But there she was. Damien was right, as always. She was
fully dressed again. She shook her head slowly from side to side,
trying to remember where it was she had stopped and dressed again.

     Damien watched as June slowly shook her head from side to side
and smiled at the puzzled expression on her face.

     "Never mind." he said. "It doesn't matter now, anyway. You back
in the absolute privacy of your own apartment now and nobody can see
you, so you can take your clothes off now and have that shower you
were planning to have so you can wash all that salt off your body
before you start to itch. Then you'll feel all clean and fresh again,
just like you want to.  Does that sound like a good idea?"

     Yes it did, June agreed. Her hands began to undo the buttons on
her blouse, beginning at the top button. She was looking forward to
the hot shower. She loved the fresh feeling afterward and after
swimming in the open sea. It made her feel alive. She undid the last
button and slipped the blouse from each shoulder, dropping it on the
floor. Then she reached behind herself and released the clasp of her
bra, allowing it to drop to the floor and land on top of her blouse.
Without thinking what she was doing she rubbed her hands over the soft
underbelly of each breast. "Mmmmm." she said aloud. That always felt
so good to get out of that bra.

     Damien's loins stirred and twitched as he watched June sensually
rubbing back and forth beneath each full, jutting breast. Her nipples
began to stiffen and swell, and when he heard her moan at the sense of
her own touch against her flesh he felt himself harden instantly. His
hand found his restlessness and gripped it tightly in readjusting it
as he watched his secretary stand up and slip off her dress and
underwear. Then she stretched her hands high above her head, gripping
her fingers together as she did so. It was almost more than he could
bear. He readjusted himself for the second time in as many minutes.

     "It feels good when you rub your breasts like that. Doesn't it?"
he asked her.

     "Yes." she answered immediately. "I hate wearing a bra."

     "Yes." Damien agreed. "And it felt sexy as well. Isn't that
true?"

     "Mmmm. Yes." she said, her hands finding her breasts and cupping
them gently to squeeze and lift them both.

     "Almost as nice as softly feeling your special secret place
between your legs. So warm and sexy to the feel of your own gentle
touch. Isn't that true?" he said.

     June knew Damien was right and nodded with her answer. "Ooohh
yess." He always seemed to be right lately. He never used to be. But
he was now. She reached down between her thighs and cupped herself,
feeling the softness of her lush downy thatch as her fingers slid
smoothly between the soft crease of her junction.

     "And now that you're all alone and it's been a long time since
you've masturbated standing up, I bet it would feel really exciting to
do it in your special apartment here where no-one can see you having
so much personal fun and excitement while you're on your holiday and
taking time out. Don't you think?"

     June felt her fingers reach deeply and intimately between her
thighs. "Oohhhh yesss." she moaned aloud. She always enjoyed her own
gentle touch, always wishing men could be as gentle with her as she
was with herself. She widened her stance and deepened her sliding,
circling touch, feeling her breath deepen to a hoarse pant as it
always did when she masturbated at home in her unit. 

     Her long fingers delved deeply inside herself, while others
rounded and circled the pleasure jewel of her Nile. She felt the
nectar of her arousement begin to flood her jewellery case in
preparation for her own ultimate conclusion she knew was just around
the corner and quickened the self-pleasuring actions of both her hands
and all of her long, slender fingers.

     Her breathing rasped in short, sharp pants, as she bent slightly
at the knees. Her mouth opened wide as her breasts swung with her
heaving chest as she sought more oxygen to take her to the top of her
passion mountain. Her loins flamed and her fingers torched her flesh
with pleasure and rapture that seemed different somehow, as if she
were feeling everything for the very first time. 

     Her palms were slickened and glistened from the freely flowing
wine of her own moist centre, rubbing, circling, dipping and diving
frantically between her open thighs and buttocks for the last piece of
rapturous feeling that would send her over the top. When she found it,
and then instantly felt her hips and thighs began to jerk
uncontrollably, all by themselves June knew her flaming end was upon
her. She gave herself up, body and soul to her moment, totally and
very completely.

     "Oooohhhhhh, god!" she moaned aloud. "Ooooohhh, yesssssssss!
Ooooooooohh, god!" Her hands worked furiously to heighten her tumbling
fall from her own dizzy heights.  She thrust her loins hard against
her slipping and sliding palms, gripping herself fiercely between the
legs and squeezing tightly for a few long seconds. "Ooooooooh,
Jeeeeeeesssuss!" she cried aloud. "Ooohhmygod, yesssssss!
Yyyyeeeeesssss!"

     Damien was as hard as a rock, completely mesmerised himself from
the sight taking place in front of his eyes. His testicles ached and
it was only when he glanced down at himself he realised he had been
crushing himself. He released some of the gripping pressure on his
twitching groin, watching his secretary pleasure herself to rapturous
completion before his own captured gaze.

     He stared at her. Her eyes were closed and her mouth hung open.
Her breathing came in huge gasps as her chest rose and fell rapidly
while she settled. Her breasts jiggled this way and that and finally
she straightened her stance and sighed loudly as she rubbed her
slickened palms all over and under and around each full breast,
lingering long on each self-greased nipple between the slippery
fingers and thumbs of her glistening hands. And she was smiling as she
did so. God, Damien thought as he readjusted his burning loins for the
last time. That was the sexiest scene I have ever had the good fortune
to witness in my entire life.

     "Rest now." was all he could think to say to her. He needed one
himself. He watched her relax physically. Her breathing slowed rapidly
and her arms fell limp and loose by her sides. 

     Then, "Get dressed again now." he told her. "Someone may knock on
your door at any moment." Then he watched in physical agony as she
quickly dressed herself.

     "Sit down now." he told her when she'd done up the last button.
And when she'd done that and settled back down into the chair he
continued. "In a moment I'm going to snap my fingers and you will
instantly leave your special place, but you will be going back there
many, many times if you want. You will remember nothing except how
wonderfully relaxed and satisfied you feel in your mind and your body.
You will think you dozed off again while I was talking about my new
book to you. Do you understand clearly?"

     "Yes." June answered. As long as she could come back to her
special place again many, many times, like Damien had just told her
she would do anything. It was heaven and 'then' some.

     Damien snapped his fingers and began talking immediately.

     "And if I can ever get one of my stories published," he said.
"I'll pay you back for all the good ideas you always give me. I don't
know how you do it, June. I'm really grateful to you again."

     June blinked her eyes several times. Oh, no! She thought. I've
done it again! Her face reddened with embarrassment at doing the same
thing twice in the one day. Then suddenly she realised that Damien was
smiling at her very warmly and thanking her for her ideas. Her mind
raced, but for the life of her she couldn't recall what she had said.
God, she was having a bad-hair day, but she felt so good, so relaxed.
Finally her thoughts decided it must have been the heat responsible
for her day and she locked back onto the sound of his voice.

     "You'll have to tell me about your holiday in Vanuatu sometime."
Damien said to her as he rose from his chair and gestured toward his
office door. 

     June rose and walked with him to the door, her mind screaming. As
he opened it for her she smiled, but on the inside her mind raced. She
had never mentioned her holiday in Vanuatu to Damien. That had
happened long before she had come to work for him. She was positive
she hadn't. Had she? God, she thought. What a fucking day! 

     It wasn't often that June swore, silently or aloud, but when she
thought it then she became acutely aware of the wetness and the warmth
between her legs and sighed. Then her face reddened more than any
other time that day as she thought of the possibility of her
daydreaming about Vanuatu and imagining herself to an orgasm as she
sat in front of her boss, 'while' he was talking to her. June was
grateful he was standing behind her as he closed the door. Again she
felt the deep warmth and wetness, knowing she never got that warm or
that wet unless she 'had' orgasmed, and her ears burned with shame and
embarrassment all the way as she hurried down the hallway to the
toilet to check.

     Damien sat back in his chair and smiled, satisfied with his
morning's work, and already planning his next day's events ...
starting with a return visit to Vanuatu. He made a mental note as his
gaze fell upon the object of his latest and dearest affection. It's
hot there, too, he noted. He mustn't forget to take his little plastic
fan.

			* * * * * * * *  
				The End
				by Mesmer.  Standard Disclaimer - If
you enjoyed this hypnosis/mind-control story, please email your thanks
to the much appreciated person at for publishing it here for me, for
you to read - Thank you.- Mesmer.
				THE FLIGHT INSTRUCTOR
				Chapter I
				John Smith was a forty-two year old
flight instructor with a small, but popular flight training
centre-popular because most of the students at the busy little school
were his. He worked for the school on a contract basis, taking an
initial trial introductory prospective for their first interview,
aptitude test, and short airborne coordination flight to ascertain
whether or not they had two left feet. And the prospective student
always came back and enrolled in a flying course for their private
pilot licence. But that was always a foregone conclusion as far as
John was concerned. 

     His employer wondered and often asked how he did it, but John
would always just smile and tell him he was having a good-hair day
again, and leave it at that. What seemed even stranger to John's
employer, as well as the other flight instructors was that John had
never yet succeeded in signing up any male students, of which he had
plenty of prospects supplied. It seemed to everyone who was interested
enough to notice, that all of John's students, were women.

     And now, at one-thirty on a Friday afternoon he had another one.
She was a thirty- nine year old housewife who had always wanted to
fly, but with raising kids and looking after her household, had never
had the chance or the finances to pursue her dream. She came to the
school to see if they thought she had the aptitude to succeed. Not
wanting to lose a prospective customer, the manager had given her to
John, as he did with most of the female applicants, unless John wasn't
available.

     John had taken her into the interview room and had closed the
door, hanging out the 'Do not disturb' sign on the knob on the
outside, and discreetly turning his back after he'd closed it and
flicking the snib lock to 'up', and actually locking the door from the
inside. He didn't want any interruptions during the 'interview'
process. John wasn't an evil or a bad person. He just liked to have
some fun, without anybody ever getting hurt, and, with him, nobody
ever did, nor did they ever complain or fail to achieve the pilot
licence.

     He walked over and picked up his special model aircraft and
placed it on the desk in front of the smiling woman, noticing she
looked excited, although a little bit nervous. He smiled warmly at
her, observing a little of the tension leave her face immediately.
Then he sat down across the desk from her and smiled once again.

     "Tell me a little of yourself." he said to her, their formal
introductions having already been dispensed with at the front counter.
The woman named Sandy Robinson smiled a half- smile back at him as he
settled back to listen to how much of herself she was going to
display.  "Well." she began. "I'm a house wife, or I was, rather. I'm
divorced now. Twelve months ago, actually. I have two children,
sixteen and eighteen, a boy and a girl. And I now have the time to
learn to fly-something I've always wanted to do fro as long as I can
remember, but you know how it is-family and husband and all that."

     John watched her shrug when she said the word, 'husband.' He
thought her husband must have been a fool to let her go, or maybe she
let him go. No matter, he decided. He'd find out in the fullness of
time. He always did, and they always told him-everything. He smiled at
her, not saying anything, just waiting for her to say everything she'd
planned on saying. When he didn't speak she drew breath to continue.

     "When I looked up all the flying schools in the book," she went
on. "Yours was the only one who advertised some type of assessment as
to whether prospective students were even capable of learning. So I
figured you must be an honest school because of that."

     John smiled genuinely. "Thank you, Sandy." he said, and then went
silent again. He could tell she wasn't yet finished what she had
planned to say. The negativity should come next, if predictability ran
true to form, which it usually did.

     "I'm really not sure if I can do it." she began again. "I was
never any good at maths at school. Wasn't interested in it really. But
I'm hoping if I show that I'm keen enough, maybe you'll be able to
teach me what I have to learn and know. But I haven't studied for
years. I wouldn't even know how to now."

     John maintained his polite smile in a fixed position on his face.
She should be just about done, except for the final question they
always asked. He waited patiently while she waited for him to speak.
He said nothing.

     "Do you think I could learn, and get my pilot licence?" she said
after realising he wasn't going to say anything else.

     That was it, John concluded. This was the point where they wanted
him to speak.  They'd said their piece and were always grateful
unknowingly for him allowing to talk uninterrupted, until they reached
that exact point in time that she'd reached right now as she looked
open-eyed at him expectantly, as if he had the answer to all of life's
problems for them. He drew breath to speak, noticing her settle back a
little more into her chair when she saw him getting ready to speak. He
smiled warmly at her.

     "Sandy," he began, getting her used to his familiarity from the
beginning. "Anybody can do anything they want to, if they really want
to. The fact that you haven't studied for a long time, and that you
never liked maths much doesn't really come into it at all."

     He saw the relief begin around her mouth as it relaxed into a
hopeful smile at hearing the words she had been hoping he would say.

     "All that really matters to you is that you really want to commit
just a little of your serious, quality time to achieving your dream,
and then everything will happen, just as you want it to." he told her
genuinely. Now he waited for the next question they always asked at t
his point. So he stopped talking and again invoked his patience.  "Do
I have a choice in my instructors?" Sandy asked right on cue.   John
smiled. "Of course you do." he told her. "Did you have anybody in
mind?" Sandy looked down at the model plane on the desk for a few
seconds. She wondered if he would think her forward, then decided what
the hell and said it anyway.

     "Would you be available to teach me?" she said with a smile. "I
think I could learn from you. And I don't want to be thought of or
treated just like a dollar. Besides, you're more my age. I think I'd
feel more comfortable with you."
     John smiled at the predictability of the average prospective
student in his profession.  "Yes." he answered her, seeing her smile
broaden instantly. "But first I have to complete an assessment report
on your coordination."

     Sandy felt her smile vanish without her control. She hated tests.
"Don't look so worried." John reassured her immediately. "I'll help
you and then let you know how you went before we even leave this room.
After all, that was the main reason you selected us. Wasn't it?"

     Sandy felt relieved again. She had chosen well in selecting this
school and meeting him. He seemed really professional and
friendly-just the sort of teacher she had always wanted at school, but
never managed to be lucky enough to get. It was probably why she never
really did very well, she figured as she watched him politely watching
her. She nodded in answer to his question.

     John leaned over and picked up the model aircraft off the desk
and held it up in front of his chin. It was a single engine model of a
world war two spitfire-an exact replica. But it was more than that. It
had a larger than normal propellor that actually turned. There was a
tiny button underneath the belly of the model. When it was pressed, a
small battery inside the fuselage of the model activated the propellor
and it would spin at a rate especially selected by John, expressly for
the purposes of holding the concentration of anyone who happened to be
looking at it. The propellor itself had been painted with an
especially designed spiral of luminescent paint that glowed in the
dark, thereby enhancing the hypnotic effect of the spinning hypnotic
spiralling propellor in the mind and consciousness of the observer.

     "This is a model aircraft, as you can see, Sandy." John told her,
flicking the propellor with his finger and spinning it a little. "You
will be starting off in a single engine plane similar in the number of
engines as this one. What we're going to do now is to just check on
the strength of your ability to concentrate and relax at the same
time. I'm going to turn off the light so you can really do your best."

     John paused for a moment and flicked the propellor, making it
spin again until it would down, giving Sandy a chance to experience a
little of what she would seen experience in full.

     " In the future," he continued. "you'll want to learn how to fly
at night, and testing your ability to relax and concentrate at the
same time in the dark is the best way to find out if you've really got
what it takes to relax and concentrate at the same time. That's why
our students always pass their final flight test on their first
attempt. I'll turn on the small desk lamp over there in the corner in
a moment, so we can see what we're doing, but generally, it will be
fairly dark, except for the propellor of the aircraft. It will be
spinning and you'll always be able to see that quite clearly, and hear
the sound of my voice. All I want you to do is to follow the sound of
my voice as if I was your co-pilot and telling you instructions on
what to do, just like I really will be doing when you fly off on your
first solo flight. How does all this sound so far?"

     Sandy was beside herself. It was all so exciting. And he was
already talking of her first solo. Her pulse quickened a little and
she could feel the excitement building as her heart began to hammer
against her ribs.

     John got up and walked over to the desk lamp well behind where
Sandy was sitting and turned it on. Then he walked tot he door and
turned off the overhead flourescent light.  The room was immediately
plunged into almost darkness, except from the dull glow of the desk
lamp throwing off a small ray of light that John had purposely
directed at the floor.  Then he walked back to where Sandy was sitting
and stood sat down in a chair beside her, reaching across the table
and picking up the model aircraft. He placed it down immediately in
front of her.

     "Now, Sandy." he said. "I'm going to ask you to watch the
spinning propellor and concentrate on relaxing and nothing else while
you listen to the sound of my voice. Any other sounds you may hear you
can just let go and ignore, just like you would in flight. If you find
your thoughts wandering, just bring them gently back to the centre of
the propellor and back to relaxing all over while you listen to the
sound of my voice. It may seem at times like you feel like you're
drifting off, but that's okay. That's when you'll know you're really
succeeding in the assessment. The aim of this mission is to see how
much you can relax and concentrate on nothing but relaxing while you
listen to the sound of my voice as I speak to you and guide you with
my instructions."

     Sandy was hanging on every word he said. Her heart thumped with
adrenalin as she listened. The darkness didn't bother her in the
slightest. This was obviously the way they did these kind of tests.
Besides, everything John had said made complete sense so far.

     John pressed the switch beneath the model aircraft's belly. The
propellor began spinning at the pre-set rate instantly, and the
brightly-glowing spiral spun endlessly toward the centre, yet never
actually reaching it. He looked at Sandy, rather than the propellor.
He knew how powerful an effect it could have and didn't want to get
caught up in it himself.

     "Just watch the propellor ... and ... relax into the spiral" he
softly guided her. "Your mind ...should be feeling ... the relaxing
effect ... already becoming calm and peaceful ... Just allow yourself
to ... go with it completely and ... let go ... Don't try to make
anything happen ...  and ... don't try to stop anything from happening
... Just allow everything to happen ...  naturally ... just as ... it
wants to ... and ... let yourself go ... completely relaxed ...and
calm ...  and peacefully ... letting go of ... every thought ... in
your mind ... except how good it feels to ... relax ... and ... let go
... so completely."

     John watched closely in the semi-darkness as Sandy's eyes blinked
more and more slowly until finally they closed gently down and shut.
Her head lolled forward a little. Her shoulders sagged.

     Sandy didn't know what was happening to her and she didn't really
care. John's soothing, slow voice sounded so relaxing. He really was
helping her to relax. Which meant he was actually helping her with the
assessment. She wondered if he was this helpful with everyone on their
first assessment. 

     "Relax deeply ... into whatever you're feeling ... right
now...and go deeper ... even more." John guided her. "Just allow the
propellor to ... do its work and ... help you to relax."

     The glowing spiral was pulling her into the centre and there
didn't seem to be a thing she could do about it, nor did she want to.
She felt too relaxed to even try not to let it happen.  All she could
hear was the soft, soothing sound of John's voice, and that was making
her more and more relaxed by the passing second. 

     "When your eyes ... become so tired," John continued soothingly.
"and ... so heavy ...  you just ... can't keep them open ... even if
you wanted to ... allow them to close ... all by themselves ... that's
okay ... Allow them to close ... whenever they want to and ... relax
... ten times as deeply as .. you are relaxed... right now."

     Sandy lost all sense of where she was and she didn't care. Her
mind began to float as if drifting on a cloud. Even John's voice began
to fade in and out as she drifted. When her eyes closed all by
themselves she seemed to relax ten times as deeply as she had been
already, although she could still imagine the spinning spiral in her
imagination. It was so compelling to look at. So soft. Pulling her in.
Making her sleepy and drowsy. Drifting and floating on a cloud that
was so soft and so comfortable, wrapping its fluffy arms gently around
her.

     Time for a little test, John decided after waiting for several
minutes for Sandy to firmly entrench herself in her own relaxation,
knowing that in doing that alone, she would unknowingly take herself
even more deeply down into her trance.

     "I know ... you're feeling ... very wonderful and ... very, very
relaxed and ... calm and warm ... and safe, Sandy," he began. "And...
you can hear me ... perfectly ... and ... you can speak to me clearly
... when I ask you to. That is true. Isn't it?"

     Sandy slowly nodded her head. She felt too relaxed to even get
her throat to wet up enough to even work. In fact, even nodding her
head seemed to take a lot of effort. And John's voice sounded so far
away. She would have to listen very carefully or she'd miss what he
said, she decided, as she floated around on a fluffy white cloud.

     "Tell me what you're experiencing right now, Sandy." he asked
her.

     It took almost thirty seconds before she answered him. He watched
her swallow several times so she could speak. When she did it was slow
and dreamy as if she was half asleep, or talking in her sleep.

     "Fluffy .. white .. cloud." she mumbled. "Wrapped around me ...
all warm...and snug."

     John smiled. Now he had what he needed to take her really deeply.

     "Yes, Sandy." he told her. "And that fluffy white cloud is ...
wrapped around you ...  just like your mother's arms ... used to be ..
making you ... feel so safe and ... so warm and ...  listening only to
the ... sound of my voice...so soothing... just like your
mother's..and ... you always listened to ... your mother's voice in
... everything she told you ... Isn't that true?"

     "Yees." Sandy answered, slowly nodding her head at the same time.

     "And you ... always did ... whatever she told you ... all the
time ... because you ...  always wanted her to ... make you feel so
warm and ... so safe and ... so relaxed ... just like you do now so
... you always wanted to do willingly ... always ... everything she
told you ...  no matter what it was ... without question and ...
without doubt and ... without thinking about it even ... because ...
everything she told you ... must have been for your own good so it ...
must have been right ... and correct ... and natural ... perfectly
natural ... That's why you always did ... exactly as you were told ...
whenever you ... felt like you do now ... so warm and safe ... or she
would ... take this feeling away from you if you didn't ... do exactly
what you were told ... which is why ... you will always do ... exactly
what you're told ... whatever it is ... without even thinking about it
as anything but ... perfectly natural ... even when you're doing it
... without thinking and ... without question ... Isn't that true?"

     Everything he said made perfect sense, Sandy thought, as her
consciousness drifted around on the soft, white fluffy cloud. And no,
she didn't want this feeling to go away. Her mother really did make
her feel like this whenever she was cuddled by her. It always felt
very comfortable and natural to do whatever she was told. She could
remember.

     "That's fine, Sandy." John told her soothingly. "You're doing
perfectly. "And in the future ... whenever you want to feel like you
feel right now ... all you have to do is to ... listen to my voice
only ... say the words of your secret trance key ...'sleep time' ...
and your conscious mind will ... surrender instantly ... immediately
... and completely to your unconscious mind and ... bring you back to
feeling ... exactly the way you feel right now ... so warm ... and
soft ... and cuddled ... and safe ... all wrapped up warmly in your
... fluffy white cloud and ... your mother's loving and protective
warm arms ... Whenever you ... hear my voice only ... say the special
words of your secret trance key ... 'sleep time'... you will go
instantly ... and immediately ... to sleep and ... really enjoy every
... beautiful ... and wonderful feeling ... and sensation that ...
you're feeling right now ... And you would like to ... feel that way
... whenever I say your trance key ... 'sleep time' ... isn't that
true?"

     What a great idea, Sandy thought. My own special, secret trance
key I can use to feel like this whenever he says it. Now why didn't I
ever think of something like that? She felt on top of the world. She
couldn't remember the last time she had felt so wonderful within
herself.

     "Yes." she answered agreeably, nodding her head at the same time.

     "And when you hear me ... snap my fingers," John began to close.
"you can leave your fluffy white cloud for a little while ...
forgetting everything I've said .. knowing you can ... always go back
to it ... forgetting everything I've said ... when you ... hear your
trance key with the ... sound of my voice only. When I snap my fingers
... you will feel awake and alert ... and absolutely terrific in every
way ... and will always do exactly what you're told ... so you can
come back here ... whenever I say your trance key and ... do exactly
as you're told ...  without question ... and without doubt and ...
without even thinking anything ... except that everything is perfectly
natural ... and correct .. in every way ... and really enjoy
everything ...  you're feeling right now. Are you happy? ... to
completely agree ... with that suggestion?"

     "Yes." Sandy replied. She didn't really want to leave her fluffy
white cloud, but she could always come back, just like John said.
Whenever she heard her special secret trance key. Sandy marvelled at
what a great idea that was. A trance key. Amazingly simple and
natural.

     John stood up, snapped his fingers, then walked to the door and
turned on the overhead light. Then he walked to the table and pressed
the switch on the model aircraft. It had done its work successfully,
again. He watched Sandy blink several times. Then she began to rub her
eyes as she stifled a yawn, and then grinned at him in embarrassment.

     "Oh..I'm..I'm sorry!" she apologised.

     John smiled. "That's okay." he said as he sat down opposite her.

     "What happened?" Sandy asked. "Did I go to sleep? I had the most
wonderful dream if I did. I was all wrapped up in a cloud with my
mother's arms around me. Ooohhh. It was beautifully relaxing."

     "You passed the assessment easily." John told her grinning
widely.

     Sandy's heart thumped excitedly. She couldn't actually remember
what she'd done to pass it, but who cared. She'd passed, and that was
all she wanted to hear from him. Sandy was as happy as she'd ever
felt. She felt healthy and happy and her mind felt like it had a
shroud lifted up from it. Her thoughts were crystal clear. She looked
directly into John's eyes and smiled warmly.

     "I feel really terrific!" she said. "When do we start training? I
want to start as soon as possible."

     "Sleep time." John said as he looked directly into her wide-open
and excited eyes.

     "Huh?" Sandy replied instantly, caught off-guard by his strange
comment. "Sleep what?" She must have miss-heard him. Then suddenly, a
wave of the most beautiful relaxation, stronger than she had ever felt
before, even on her most exhausting day began to wash over her mind
and body like a curtain coming down after a show on stage-a large,
soft, warm and safe curtain that she could wrap herself up in. And
then she did. It was just too irresistible to resist. Her eyes grew
heavier and heavier as she began to lose herself in the depths of
John's warm and soft, relaxing gaze.

     "Sleep time." Sandy heard John say that same strange word again.
Yet it sounded familiar, almost as if it belonged to her, and only to
her. She felt her eyelids close all by themselves and didn't want to
fight the wonderful feeling of such deep, warm comfort, let alone
resist it in any way whatsoever. So she simply surrendered to the
feeling completely and let herself go.

     John watched and smiled inside and out as Sandy's trance key did
the job perfectly that it had been designed to do. It always did, and,
he knew from experience, lots of it, that it always would. So, Sandy
wanted to start her training right away? Well, he thought with a
smile. He would be happy to grant her wish.

     "Sandy?" he said softly. "Can you hear me clearly?"

     "Yes." she answered dreamily.

     "Stand up quickly now and take off all your clothes, dear." John
said in a motherly tone. "John wants to start your special training
now, and I want you to as well, just like you've always wanted to, and
now you can,  so you can be the best and happiest student pilot in the
world, and I can be very proud of you. And Sandy, I want you to be a
good little girl and do everything he tells you, because we both know
it's all for your own good. You and I both know John knows exactly
what you need to be happy. Listen and follow his instructions and
suggestions to the letter-without question and without even thinking
about them. You know now that they are all perfectly correct and
natural, as you and I both know. And Sandy, I really want you to put
all of your heart and soul into enjoying everything he tells you to do
with him. Is that alright with you."

     "Yes, mother." Sandy replied with a dreamy smile in her voice and
on her face as she stood up and began quickly unbuttoning her blouse.
"It's perfectly alright with me."

     John settled back in his seat, picking up the model spitfire and
began to flick its propellor as he watched Sandy finish her disrobing
for him until she stood before him in all her naked glory, eyes closed
and smiling beautifully. Then he smiled a familiar smile, knowing
Sandy would receive from her pilot training, everything her little
heart and body desired ... including her pilot licence.

		     Another Happy Ending.
				(by Mesmer)
				(Stay tuned for progress reports on
Sandy's airborne training.) HYPNOSIS/MIND-CONTROL
				(PURE FICTION)
				"THAT LITTLE BIT EXTRA "
				( by Mesmer) (c)
				Chapter 1
				"Anne, the Speed Skater"
				John sat quietly eating the last of
his sandwiches in the corner cafe as he watched and listened to his
friend Bill whinge and complain about not being able to get the best
out of his athletes whenever they performed. Bill was the head coach
at the local university, in charge of all of the athletes and
responsible to the athletics committee, and as such always found him
under the gun from them if his athlete's performance were not within
the first three place-gettings.  "I know they've got it in them." Bill
said, knowing that John couldn't give him any easy answers, but it
felt good just getting it off his chest after the berating he received
from the athletics committee that morning. He was told that if his
athletes couldn't achieve a place somewhere in the first three, then
he mustn't be doing his job. And they had left it at that - an
unveiled threat, if ever he'd heard one. "But when push comes to shove
some of them just don't seem capable of putting in that little bit
extra it takes to keep them within the first three places." John
smiled sympathetically at his friend's plight, knowing how the whole
conversation was going to end, and, he couldn't be more pleased for
accepting Bill's invitation to lunch that day. "Are they good athletes
in general?" he asked Bill. "You know what I mean, not slackers in
training or anything like that?" "No, they're not!" Bill said
emphatically. "That's what I can't understand. They work, the ones who
are always just missing out on a place in the first three, I mean,
they work as hard as anyone else in any other area of the athlete
squad. Maybe it's the pressure. I don't know. I do know that I have to
cut them from the squad if their next performance meet doesn't see
them somewhere in the first three places. And if they don't make,
well, I'll probably be the next one to be cut, permanently. If there
was only a couple of them it wouldn't seem so much my fault, but
there's ten of them. I've done my best, John. Honest.  Bill paused to
take a long, slow, deep breath.          "All of my other athletes
easily get there. I just don't know what to do with this lot.  None of
the advanced performance techniques have seemed to work. I've just
plain run out of ideas now." John had decided not to interrupt,
preferring instead to let his friend get it all off his chest. He
finished the last of his coffee just as Bill finished talking with a
loud sigh. Bill just sat there looking at him, as if waiting for him
to say something.  "What?" John asked, shrugging his shoulders.  "I
know." Bill said with another long sigh. "I just wanted to whinge, I
guess. I know you don't have any answers. I felt like talking, that's
all." Bill wished his friend, John, or someone could give him an
answer or two. For sure as hell, he didn't have any of his own at this
point.  John smiled at Bill as he raised his glass to finish his
coffee. Bill's brow furrowed slightly.  "It's not nice to laugh at a
friend's misfortune." Bill said dryly as he placed his empty coffee
cup back down on the table.  "I'm not laughing." John said, still
smiling. "I'm smiling. I might be able to help." Bill's face lit up.
His pulse quickened at the thought of help from any quarter, even if
it came from out of left field through his friend John. "I'm all
ears."

     "No guarantees, mind you." John told him. "But, I did manage to
help a friend of mine some years ago with a fairly similar problem. He
managed a racing car driver who was having a sort of confidence
problem in pushing his car to the limit as he went into corners. It
was in the corners that his driver, who was quite good, actually, was
losing his races. The other drivers took him out and passed him every
single time. He would get as far ahead as he could in the straights,
but they always caught him and overtook in the corners when his speed
slowed just that little bit.  I worked with him for a little while and
everything worked out. I didn't do all that much, really- just showed
him how he could get that little bit more out of himself, rather than
depending on his car to do all the work." By the time John had
finished Bill was smiling widely. His pulse had definitely quickened
and he could see his problems solved already. The gods had sent his
friend John to him on this day, surely. And he would be eternally
grateful.  "Would you be willing?" Bill asked.  "I'd be happy to."
John answered. "But remember, no guarantees. I'll do my best.  And if
they're hard working athletes and want to give that little bit more,
then I believe I can convince them to give it, willingly." "They are
good athletes, John. Every single one of them. It's got them beat as
much as it has me. They, and I just don't know where they're going
wrong or what to do about it." Bill said in defence of his athletes.
"Okay." John told his friend. "When can I meet them?  "Whenever you
want." "As soon as possible then. Sooner I get started the sooner you
start getting results." John said. "I'll see them as a group first,
and then I'll need to work with each one individually, and privately.
Sometimes there's some deep-seated issues that need resolving within
themselves before they can hope to move forward." "I understand." Bill
answered, thanking his lucky stars that he had a psychotherapist for a
friend. What a stroke of luck.  "Phone me with a set up time." John
said. I've got to fly. Got a two o'clock appointment. Okay?" "I will.
You can count on a call before the day is out. I'll see them and tell
them all about it. I can tell you they'll be as excited as I am." Bill
said, grinning widely.
				Chapter II
				The ten athletes sat in the coach's
lecture room, three abreast toward the back of the room, with one on
her own in the back row. Bill sat behind his desk introducing John as
he stood beside it and looked around at the sea of faces in front of
him. John was surprised they were all girls. And they were each from a
different sport arena. Speed skating on ice, tennis, swimming, diving,
running, javelin, shot-put, high-jump, wrestling, and gymnastics.
John smiled. It wasn't hard to see which girl belonged to the shot-put
arena.  She sat in the second row-shoulders two axe-handles wide. Same
with the high-jump girl who he reckoned sat beside her. Very tall and
very slim, almost to the point of anorexia, John mused, as he
continued to scan the faces of each while Bill wound down his
introductory comments about them all wanting to be willing to
cooperate with whatever was suggested to them, since nothing they were
doing at the moment was working in any way. Bill then asked for a show
of hands for their absolute dedication to do whatever it took to get
the job done-and he got it.  Every girl's arm shot straight up in the
air.  John smiled inside. Their dedication was most certainly there.
Now all he had to do to give them and Bill what they wanted was to
rechannel it more effectively, after he found any psychological blocks
that might be lurking unnoticed in any of their subconscious minds.
Bill then handed over to John.  John decided to come on strong, right
from the beginning. He knew it would pay dividends for both they and
he in the near-fullness of time. And time he didn't have a lot of if
he was to get them up to scratch by their next meet in a few weeks, as
he intended to.  "You don't have to believe in how I can help you."
John began. "Only that I believe I can. As long as you're showing me
your complete and willing cooperation, everything will work out just
as you all want it to, to everyone's satisfaction, I'm sure. If I
think you're trying to analyse what I'm doing, or question it in any
way, instead of doing as I suggest, I'll refer you back to Bill as
uncooperative. And I won't be working with you again. Is that clear?
There will be no second chances. What you're doing now, as Bill has
already told me with regards being cut if you don't improve in your
individual areas, this is your last chance. So don't blow it. I'm
helping you out as a favour to Bill. There will be no charge. So if
your not serious, say so now, or let's get to work so your lives can
unfold the way you'd like. Any questions?" John looked straight at
Bill as soon as he'd finished speaking. Bill's face was deadly
serious. John smiled inside. He'd bluffed Bill. And he was sure he'd
bluffed the others. A lot of them were attending the university on
athletic scholarships, and if they didn't measure up in their chosen
athletic field they'd lose that scholarship and have to leave. It was
simple as that, and he knew they knew it. What's more, he knew they
knew he knew it, too.  John turned back to face the sea of serious
faces all staring stony-faced and hopeful at him. Not a word was said
or a sound made. Good he thought. Now they know who's boss.  Then he
smiled. No sense in making them afraid of him.  "Relax." he told them
all. "It needed to be established exactly what the ground rules are.
Now that we understand one another you can rest assured that next to
your mother and Bill here, you can count on me as your best friend
until your next athletic meet. After that, you won't need me any more.
Until then, you will, and I'll be here for you, any time, day or
night, for any reinforcement that may be necessary so you can stand on
your own two feet, both physically and mentally. And you may as well
know now, it's your mental feet that are weak, not your physical ones.
And that's exactly what we are going to work-on your mental athletics.
You are, under no circumstances, whatsoever, to discuss with anyone,
including each other, or your families, boyfriends, or even Bill here,
the nature of your training with me. Each of you will be treated
separately and especially for you, and your needs alone.  What works
for you might work against another, and you don't want to be
responsible for that. It will only serve to undermine the final and
desired effect for the whole lot of you.  These are my rules to help
you in the manner you wish. Don't break them. Any questions before I
allocate names and dates and times?" A little dependance and
uncertainty would only serve to increase their willing cooperation,
John thought, as he waited for any questions from them. There were
none. He turned to face Bill and handed him the list of names, dates
and times for each of them. Bill had phoned him earlier with the
information. All of the work he intended to do would be done here in
Bill's office after hours, commencing at eight o'clock, or outside in
the adjacent gymnasium, if necessary. There would be no visitors.  "I
look forward to working with you very much." he told them all as he
turned back to face them. Bill will give each of you a copy of your
schedule. Be late just once, or miss an appointment, and that's it.
You're out! See you then. Good night, Bill." Bill shook John's hand
and waited until he left his office before speaking to the quiet group
of girls who sat facing him. When he heard the door close he stood up
and walked around to the front of his desk, leaning his butt back
against it as he folded his arms across his chest and put on his most
stern face- one that they'd all seen many times before.  "I want you
to remember how lucky you are." he told them seriously. "None of your
competitors will have had any psychologic advantage training, so
you'll all have an edge there at your next meet. And secondly, you
aren't being charged for John's help in any way, other than through
your own willing cooperation. He's the best in his field, and he's
worked with performance problems before, and succeeded very well.
Also, I know he meant what he said. Nevertheless, I know you are as
serious as he is. Remember, that with some of you there are
scholarships at stake here. We have to protect them at all costs.
Julie, come up here and take these lists, photocopy them and hand them
out to everyone, please. And remember what John said about being late,
or missing an appointment. I don't care if you're in the toilet,
busting for a leak, or have assignments, whether you're suffering from
PMT, or are having your damn periods! Nothing is as important as this.
I know you feel the same way. Be there! Okay. Let's call it a night,
and study your schedule, please. See you all tomorrow at regular
training!"
				Chapter III
				John was waiting in Bill's office the
following evening. It was a quarter to eight and his first athlete
hadn't arrived. Her name was Anne. She was a speed skater. He read
over her file while he waited. She was a good student generally and
progressing well with her academics.  Her athletic performance,
however, was letting her down badly. It appeared that Anne always
trained very hard and always made the finals, battling with extreme
confidence throughout all the heats leading up to the final race. But
when it came down to that race she would always get ahead, then lose
the race by falling in the last lap. She had done the same thing in
her last five races.  John read her stats. 5'4'', medium height, fair
complexion, brown hair. He looked at her picture and studied her eyes.
The natural confidence was there in her conscious mind.  John could
see that clearly from the look in her eyes. Something was going wrong
between her unconscious mind and her conscious mind when she needed
them to be working together, not separately. Suddenly John''s
attention was distracted from Anne's file by a knock at the door. He
glanced at his watch. One minute to go. She was lucky.  "Come in." he
called.  The door opened and then closed, showing him the back of a
girl in jeans and a short- sleeved shirt. She turned to face him, her
face flushed, her breathing hard.  "Lucky." was all John said to her
as she came up and stood in front of him.  "I'm sorry, but I ...." she
began, but John cut her off with a wave of his hand and a stern look.
"I don't want to hear it." he said seriously.  "I care, and I'm here.
If you care, you'll take whatever means necessary to make sure you
don't cut it so fine in the future. Is that clear? Your choice." Anne
bit her lip while John simply sat behind Bill's desk at looked calmly
up at her.  She could feel herself reddening. She felt hot. It wasn't
her fault, but who cared. This was more important than any
embarrassment she might be feeling, which she was. She cursed herself
for not leaving earlier. The last thing she wanted to do was to get
the only person in the world off-side who wanted to help her, and
free-of-charge at that. She just couldn't lose her scholarship. She
just couldn't.  Then John smiled. He wanted to teach her a lesson and
he had. Now it was time to break the ice and get to work, while still
keeping their relationship on the correct, respectful relationship.
Anne smiled a half-smile, which told him she understood she had been
forgiven...this time.  John had slightly rearranged Bill's office. He
had moved a recliner lounge away from one corner and had brought it up
beside Bill's desk. He intended for the athletes to occupy the
recliner while he either sat behind Bill's desk, or on it, depending
on what was happening at the time. He motioned for her to have a seat
in it. She sat down immediately at his gesture, knees together, arms
resting lightly on the recliner's armrests at each side of her.
"Okay." John said with a smile as he glanced back down at her file,
then back at her.  "Let's get to work, Anne. You have a chance right
now to cut out of this special training programme if you want to, and
no hard feelings. You've given it some thought?" "Yes." Anne answered
immediately. "I want to do this! I can't lose my scholarship. I just
can't. I'll cooperate in any way you want. I'm grateful you want to. I
really am." John smiled at her, satisfied with her level of
commitment. "Okay. That's fine." he told her. "Remember, I'll not
accept any questioning or doubting of the training methods. I know I
can help you. You just have to trust me. Can you do that? Willingly?"
Anne nodded. She did and she would. Anything to help her overcome
whatever the problem was whenever she got into the last lap. She knew
she could win. If she could only get to the bottom of whatever was
causing her to fall.  "Do you remember the rules I spoke of last
night?" he asked her.  Anne nodded.  "What are they?" he asked.
"Don't be late. Don't miss an appointment. And don't discuss your work
with me with anyone, no matter who it is." Ane said, smiling at the
end of her sentence.  "And?" John pressed.  Anne thought for a minute,
the smile quickly leaving her face.  "Don't question. Just cooperate
and do!" John reminded her.  "Yes!" Anne said quickly. "I won't, and I
will!" she assured him.  "Okay. Then let's get to work. Take off your
shoes and make yourself as comfortable as you can in the chair. I'm
going to check first your level of capability for relaxed
concentration. You understand already that it's the relaxed athlete
who always manages to get the optimum performance out of themselves,
and always when they need it, and they don't do it by being tense.
Isn't that true?" "Yes." Anne replied. "I don't feel tense when I'm
skating. Not until the last lap, I guess." she said with a sigh. "Then
I don't know what is going on. I' think I'm starting to expect to
fall." "You let me worry about why you're doing what you're doing. If
you knew what you were doing wrong you wouldn't be here, would you?
Don't waste your time and mine by trying to solve the problem here.
That's what I'm here for. All you have to do is cooperate.  That
means, listen and do your very best at whatever I suggest. Then let me
do what I do best, for your benefit. Do you understand?" Anne felt
like she came close again to putting him off-side. She felt herself
blushing.  Damn! He was right. If she could've fixed her problem she
would have by now. The fact was, she couldn't. In fact, she didn't
even know what her problem was. She decided then to just let whatever
happen, happen, and trust him as he asked her to, without questioning
everything he did, or trying to put her interpretation upon anything.
He was here to help her, so she would let him.  Anne nodded.  "Say it,
please." he said.  "I understand." she answered, wondering what from
John's special training with them all would relieve them of al their
individual dilemmas.  Secretly, Anne was very excited.  Chapter IV

"Good. Now let's not waste anymore time. Make yourself as comfortable
as you can and just think about relaxing. I'm going to check your
natural ability to concentrate and relax at the same time. I want you
to close your eyes first, and when I tell you to, take a deep breath
and hold it. Then just listen to and do whatever I tell you. Okay?"
Anne nodded again. "Yes." she added quickly with a sorry smile.
"Now." John said.  Anne took a deep breath and held it, feeling
herself tense throughout the muscles of her body, particularly her
thighs.   "Now concentrate on relaxing the most tense part of your
body that you can feel, but don't let that breath out until I tell
you." John told her.  Anne tried to imagine her powerful thighs
relaxing while she held her breath. She could feel the pressure
building in her temples as her lungs began to stress a little and
distract her.  "Concentrate on relaxing that part!" John emphasised.
Anne brought her imagination back to her thighs and imagined them
deflating like a balloon she had stuck a pin into. Surprisingly the
tension eased a little in her temples from the lack of air in her
body's system.  John figured about forty five seconds had passed. He
could see Anne was trying and that her success was coming and going.
Her face also showed she wouldn't be holding her breath much longer.
"Let it out." he told her. And go with the relaxation you feel, all
the way down, every part of you where you sensed any tension before
while you held your breath." Anne released the breath she had been
holding when he'd said the first word. It came out in a whoosh. At the
same time she listened to what he said next, and did exactly as she
was told, letting herself go with it, just like he said. She felt like
she was sinking through the recliner chair. Her mind spun crazily for
a few seconds and then settled into a peaceful state.  Her thighs in
particular felt very relaxed against the softness of the chair.
"That's fine." John told her. "You're doing perfectly. Now. Let's do
the exact same thing again. Hold your breath, find the most immediate
tense part of your physical body you can sense instantly and
concentrate on relaxing it in your imagination. Remember, whenever
your thoughts leave relaxing the most tense part of your body and go
to your lungs or temples where you'll feel the pressure of holding
your breath, consciously relax into whatever physical sensation you're
feeling. Absorb it into the awareness of your relaxation with you and
you'll find the tension and pressure will ease the instant you
concentrate on relaxing into it. Okay?" "Yes." Anne replied, having
settled down a little from her first effort.  "Now." John said calmly,
but firmly.  Again Anne took a deep breath all the way down to the
bottom of her lungs and held it. This time it was her chest that felt
very tense and tight. She concentrated on relaxing into the discomfort
she was feeling and it became instantly a little better.  John watched
her closely. He could tell if she was using her imagination to relax
into her discomfort, simply from the way she sat in the chair and her
facial expression. He waited and he watched. He saw her falter a few
times, but said nothing. She was going to have to learn that she could
place her awareness wherever she wanted to, and whenever she wanted
to.  Anne felt like her head and chest were going to burst right open
in front of him. Her heart thumped against her rib cage. Her temples
throbbed and her throat hurt for some reason.  "Relax into your
discomfort." John repeated calmly and positively. He glanced at his
watch. It was just coming up to one full minute Anne had been holding
her breath. "Now." he said, watching her mouth open at the first sound
from his lips. She exhaled with a loud whoosh again, like she had the
first time.  "Go down with it." he told her. "All the way down with
every muscle and nerve that relaxes from holding your breath for so
long. All the way down and down and down. Feel it.  Experience it.
Become your relaxation as if nothing else in the world mattered as
much to you right now as go down and down, all the way down with it."
Anne tried hard to do as John was instructing her. She felt herself
sinking more quickly and more deeply down into the chair than she had
before. It was such a comfortable chair. So nice and soft. And she
felt so good now that she wasn't holding her breath. Her arms and
thighs tingled all over and her breathing was returning to normal,
although she could hardly notice it now. It just seemed so nice and
peaceful wherever she was right now.  Peaceful. No worries. No
trouble. No problems. Just peace and calm.  John could see Anne had
altered her state of awareness somewhat. Her facial features began to
relax totally. Her shoulders sagged downward and her back relaxed more
deeply into the recliner chair. She seemed mentally with her thoughts
of peace and relaxation, but how long would she stay there by herself?
He decided to give her another minute and see if she brought herself
back up from the light trance she had unknowingly placed herself in.
Anne was feeling so relaxed and peaceful. She couldn't remember the
last time she felt so out of it as far as her troubles were concerned.
At that moment she just didn't care.  She felt exactly like she did
when she came home from the dance a couple of weeks ago and collapsed
on the bed exhausted from dancing all night and felt herself falling
through the bed. She had let herself go with the feeling then too,
only not consciously as she was doing now.   At that thought Anne
became aware that she hadn't heard John's voice saying anything. Maybe
she missed something? Jesus! She didn't want to put him off-side by
going to sleep. He'd cut her for sure. Her eyes flew open and focussed
on his calm, expressionless face and features.  John let out a long
sigh. She almost had it.  "Why did you open your eyes?" he asked her.
"What thought made you open your eyes. You almost had it." "I couldn't
hear your voice." Anne said immediately, knowing what thought had been
responsible for bringing her back from the peaceful place in her mind
she'd been enjoying. "I thought I'd started to drift off. I didn't
want to miss anything." John smiled. That was an answer he had heard
many times before.  "Okay. You're doing fine, Anne. Now. We're going
to do that again, and this time, I don't want you to let any thought
disturb where you a re in your relaxation. I want you to deepen with
it. Don't stop anything from happening, and don't try to make anything
happen, like opening your eyes. Just let everything happen exactly the
way it wants to. If you go to sleep that's fine too. Okay?" "Okay."
Anne replied.  John took her through the holding her breath routine
again, this time making her hold it for ninety seconds, a full minute
and a half, knowing she'd probably go much more easily down into the
deeply relaxed state now that she'd experienced it already. And the
sheer relief in relaxing from holding her breath that long would take
her down quickly.  And that's exactly what happened. Anne released the
huge breath and went with it, quickly experiencing a sinking sensation
that alarmed her for a few seconds before she remembered to go with it
wherever it took her. In a few seconds she found herself in an even
more peaceful state and place in her mind than she'd been in before,
playing with her thoughts and worrying about nothing now. It was
wonderful. She was aware, yet not aware of anything except h ow great
she felt. How relaxed and how clam she felt. How good it felt to take
time out from her life and troubles. So far away. So far away. So far
away.  John watched her go deeper and deeper, knowing what she was
experiencing and observing it as it happened with each passing second.
"Go deeper." he said gently, but firmly.  Anne heard John's voice from
far away. At least she thought it was John's voice. It was so soft.
But she could make out what the voice told her. Go deeper it said. And
that was fine with her. Everything was fine with her since he told her
not to try to make anything happen, and not to try to stop anything
from happening. She imagined herself going more deeply down through
the soft, comfortable chair. Down and down and down and down she felt
herself drifting inside her own mind of peace and absolute calm.  John
smiled a satisfying smile. Anne had taken herself down nicely to a
medium trance. Time to start work. He moved his chair within two feet
of the recliner and Anne's left side. He leaned forward, clasping his
hands and fingers together, and resting his weight on his forearms.
"You can ... now ... listen to me ... very carefully ... and continue
feeling your peace and ... deep relaxation. Everything I say ...every
word you hear ...will only ... allow you relax ... even more deeply
than ... you are relaxed right now. Nod your head ... you understand."
he instructed her in the usual fashion.  Anne sensed her head nodding
a little, or did she feel it. It didn't matter. She was too relaxed to
care. She just wanted to relax and listen to whatever he told her.
Whatever he wanted to tell her to help her relax more and more.  John
smiled and continued. "In a few moments...when I count up to
three...and snap my fingers ... you will allow your eyes to open...but
you will not wake up from your very deep relaxing sleep...you will be
able to see me quite clearly...but you will remain in your very deep,
relaxing sleep...it may be that things will seem a little hazy or
blurred at first...but in a few moments...everything will become quite
clear...although you will remain undisturbed in your very deep,
relaxed state of mind...even when your eyes are open." John watched
her carefully, noting the shallow concentration furrows in the skin of
her forehead as her unconscious mind heard everything he said, and
then let it go unnoticed and unchallenged.  "When your eyes are
open...you will be able to ... see quite clearly ... everything I
point out to you...and you will stay very deeply relaxed and
comfortable...with your eyes open...until I tell you to close them
again...you will be able to stand up...to walk about normally. Just as
a person does when they are fully awake, which you will be, but remain
always in your deeply relaxed state. ...like you are right now." John
watched the tranced girl very carefully, noting the unchallenged
acceptance of every suggestion he gave her. If her brow were to knot
or wrinkle he'd know instantly her conscious mind was challenging
something he'd said. So far, it had not.  "Everything I suggest you
will feel...you will feel...everything I suggest you will see...you
will see..everything I suggest you will experience...you will
experience...everything suggest you will hear...you will hear..every
emotion I suggest you will feel...you will feel...and you will remain
completely relaxed and peaceful nd very safe in your deeply relaxed
state." John was quiet for a few minutes then while he allowed her
unconscious mind to digest everything he'd said and he conscious mind
time to deepen itself without the sound of his voice. Then he
proceeded with the next step of the complete induction.  "You will
find it easy to allow every suggestion I give to you...to happen
exactly as it wants to...exactly as I suggest it will...without
question...without doubt...to the best of your ability... happily and
willingly accepting every suggestion...I give to you for your own
good...until they are done...and when they are done...you can allow
yourself to...forget to remember...knowing it's so easy to just...not
notice to remember everything...unless I tell you to remember...what
you can allow yourself so easily to forget...like a clean white
board...like an erased tape...nothing to remember...unless I tell you
to remember...the more you try...the more you forget...the more you
try...the more you want to allow yourself to forget...and remember
nothing...unless I tell you to." Again John watched and waited for
Anne's conscious and unconscious mind to do battle if they were going
to with any of his suggestions. But they did not. Her brow remained
unfurrowed in conflict, but conscious enough to tell him her
unconscious mind was listening to everything he said. And everything
he'd said so far had passed by her conscious mind unchallenged and
fully accepted.  "Just like you can so easily forget your trance
key...your secret word that your unconscious mind will always
remember...that you can forget so easily...and when you hear my voice
only...say the words of your trance key...that you can forget so
easily..and your unconscious mind will always remember...you will
instantly allow yourself to come back to this deeply relaxed
state...and listen carefully to everything I suggest to you...and
comply with all my suggestions...which you can allow yourself to
forget so easily...whenever you are awake...whenever you hear my voice
only...say the words of your secret trance key...'sleep time'...you
will allow yourself...in mind and body...completely relaxed and
tranced down to this level..of peace and relaxation...only hearing and
obeying  the sound of my voice..whether you are awake...no matter what
you're doing..or where you are...upon hearing my voice only...say the
words of your secret trance key...'sleep time'...which you can forget
to remember...because your unconscious mind will remember for you..so
you don't have to remember anything at all...unless I tell you
to...you will be deeply tranced back here...in the
peaceful...relaxed...safe...calm place in your mind...you are right
now...and awake when I snap my fingers...at the count of three...and
feel really refreshed and great." Time to test the work he'd done so
far, John decided, as he watched and waited for his last suggestions
to take root or not unchallenged. They did. He sat back in his chair.
"One...two...three!" he said, snapping his fingers on the word
'three.' Anne blinked open her eyes several times before she could
focus them on John who was sitting calmly behind Bill's `desk. He was
smiling. She yawned without being able to stop it. Then her mind
raced. What had she missed. She couldn't remember anything at that
instant. Oh no! Ane thought. I did go to sleep!  John saw the look of
concern spread instantly across Anne's brow and smiled warmly at her.
"Everything went perfectly." he smiled. "You didn't go to sleep. Don't
worry. You did very, very well. You relaxed very, very deeply. We got
some very good work done for tonight and your first session. It should
bear fruit more and more as we go along through your next and the
other sessions. How do you feel? Take stock of yourself and become
aware of how your mind and body feel right at this moment." Anne
listened and acknowledged what John was saying to her, pleased with
the fact that she hadn't ticked him off by nodding off to fairy-land
while he had been trying to train her in whatever way he was doing it.
She tried to sense her mind and body. As a trained athlete she could
do that very well by conscious effort. She smiled widely. She had to
admit she felt great. All her muscles felt loose and relaxed. Her mind
seemed calm and her thoughts and her thinking felt clear and acute.
John watched her as she went through the mental scanning that Bill had
taught them when they needed to listen to their bodies or their m
minds for problems of any nature. Then he saw her smile, knowing she
felt good after such a deep and relaxing trance. And they all would.
He intended to put all of the nine other athletes through the same
induction process he had just put Anne through. Time for the test, he
decided as she sat calmly observing him.
				Chapter V

"Sleep time." he said firmly, but calmly.  "Huh?" Anne replied. "Sleep
wha.... Ohhhh?" John watched as she tried to keep her eyelids open. It
took only thirty seconds before she was deeply tranced again. Soon it
would take even less than that. Now for a few more tests, he thought.
"Can you hear me Anne. You may talk clearly, just as if you are fully
awake." he told her.  "Ye..es." Anne answered hesitatingly, nodding
her head slowly.  "You may allow yourself to feel your mind clear but
asleep and not thinking, listening only to the sound of my voice and
each word I say and nothing else. You may allow yourself to speak as
if you are awake, clearly and distinctly. Do you understand?" he
instructed her.  A few seconds passed before Anne suddenly felt her
mind clear as if a broom had just swept the sleepy cobwebs away. She
could hear John's voice perfectly now, not soft and far away like it
had been.  She swallowed instinctively. "Yes." she answered clearly.
"That's fine." he told her. "You're doing perfectly. Now ...listen
carefully. Very, very carefully.  Everything I suggest to you will ...
sound perfectly natural to you ...no matter what it is. It will seem
right and correct ... at all times and ... every suggestion I give to
you will ...  seem like the good idea ... it is to you...and ... you
will willingly think that ... every suggestion I give to you ... is a
good idea and ... sounds perfectly right and correct and ... very,
very natural, ... no matter what it is...so you can allow yourself ...
to think that and ... feel really, really good ... about yourself and
... everything that's happening... Do you understand?" "Yes." Anne
answered. Everything sounded good and fine already, she thought. She
felt calm and relaxed. Better than she'd felt in a long time. And
everything John told her made sense so far.  John was happy with
Anne's progress so far. But the difficult tests were about to come.
Then he'd know how effectively her subconscious mind had accepted his
work.  "You can notice how hot it is in that chair. Can't you?"  He
suggested and asked at the same time.  Anne hadn't actually noticed
she was hot in the chair until John pointed it out. But he was right.
She did feel warm. Maybe she'd over-dressed. She'd have to remember
next time.  She hated being uncomfortable and hot. She was glad she
wore a light top. Maybe she would wear shorts next time. These jeans
seemed very heavy and hot. "Yes." she answered after examining how she
felt. "I can now." John smiled at her answer and watched Anne shift a
little as the suggestion of heat took root, He gave her a few more
seconds.  "Yes. Hot." John repeated with emphasis. "Very hot.. Like a
sauna room.. All alone..  Inside that sauna room.. Very hot.. Very
clean.. Very wet and .. alone and safe.. A long wooden bench.. Hot
sauna room.. A large bucket of hot rocks where .. you can see them.. A
dripping tap .. above the bucket.. Water dripping down.. Onto the hot
rocks.. Steam rising..  Alone and safe.. Hot rocks.. White clouds of
steam.. Hot, wet, humid steam.. Rising.. Inside the hot sauna room..
Covering everything.. Alone and safe.. Tiny beads of sweat and
perspiration.. Alone and safe.. Inside the hot sauna room.. Everything
clean.. Hot humid steam.. Hard to see.. So relaxing.. So peaceful..
Alone and safe." John watched Anne shift uncomfortably in the chair.
Tiny beads of perspiration lined her forehead. Then he deepened the
suggestion.  "Alone and safe.. Sweating freely.. Draining away the
tension.. Everywhere.. Peaceful but hot and sweating.. Your face..
Your neck.. Your shoulders.. Your back.. Your breasts..  Your
buttocks.. Your thighs.. Your calves and feet.. Penetrating heat.. So
relaxing.. So draining.. So hot and sweating and .. sticky and
uncomfortable.. Hot and sweating.. Running down your back.. Your
legs.. Your face and neck.. Your shoulders.. Your t thighs.. Your
buttocks.. Hot and humid.. Draining and so relaxing.. Hot and sweating
freely..  Uncomfortable and .. humid heat and .. wet and sticky." Anne
could hardly breathe. She felt so hot. She could feel the sweat on her
brow and now it was trickling down her back and between her buttocks.
She felt sticky and very, very uncomfortable. Everything John told her
was right. How did he know how hot it was in here?  Was he here too?
In a women's sauna? Oh well, she thought. It must be okay if I let him
in here with me.  John smiled. He was there, or rather, Anne was
there, fully aware of where she was and what she was experiencing and
feeling in mind and body. He could see how uncomfortable she was
feeling. Time for the sixty-four thousand dollar test, he decided with
confidence.  "Have you noticed Anne, that you still have all your
clothes on in the sauna?" John asked her with a soft smile in his
voice.  "That's an unusual thing for you to do. Don't you think? You
don't normally come fully dressed inside an incredibly hot sauna room.
Do you? Usually you're dressed the way you always dress, much more
comfortably. The way everybody normally dresses in a sauna.  Don't
you? You want to be normal. Don't you? In a very hot sauna room? So
you can sweat freely and let your body cleanse itself while you just
sit there and relax away all your tension and tired muscles? Isn't
that true? " "Have you noticed how overdressed you seem to be? I
wonder how embarrassed you'd be if one of the other girls came in here
and saw you fully dressed inside a hot and humid sauna room? What do
you think you should do now to solve your embarrassing problem before
someone comes in and actually sees you still with all your clothes on
instead of not having any one, like you're supposed to. What do you
think feels so right for you to do right now so you won't have to be
embarrassed if they come in?" Anne listened to John, thankful that he
was a friend and wouldn't tell anyone how stupid she was. And all the
while she grew more and more hot, uncomfortable and embarrassed by the
passing second. What an idiot she was! And how embarrassing! Who in
their right mind would come fully-dressed into a sauna room. Damn!
What was she thinking of? She never wore anything inside a sauna. Why
would she? Why was she? Christ! John must think she's a real idiot.
Why was she wearing clothes anyway? Jesus! And in that moment Anne
knew what she had to do-what she should have done before she came in
here.  Jesus! What's wrong with me lately?  John smiled as Anne rose
quickly out of the recliner chair and began undressing.  "I'm sorry."
she said as she undid the buttons of her light, cotton shirt and
peeled it quickly off her shoulders. Then she reached behind her and
released the clasp of her bra, placing it carefully folded on top of
the shirt she had already folded and placed on Bill's desk.  "I don't
know what's wrong with me lately." Anne continued unprompted. "Thank
goodness Bill has you for a friend. I"d die if anybody else saw me.
I'd never live it down." Anne's eyes had been open the whole time
since rising from the chair, yet she did not look at John once. John
watched her undress by feel alone. She undid the press-clip of her
jeans and wiggled them down over her hips, revealing brief, red
panties. Stepping out of the legs she folded them neatly and placed
them on top of the shirt and bra. Then she hooked her thumbs into the
waist of her underwear and slid them quickly down over her hips and
thighs, lifting one leg at as time and until they were free of her
body completely. She folded them as well and placed them carefully on
top of her jeans.  "I know that must feel so cool now, Anne. I imagine
it must feel so cool now to just stretch your arms up over your head
and just lavish in the cool, soft air, allowing it to cool down your
very hot body until I suggest you might feel more comfortable again in
your clothes. That must be what you'd be thinking, now that you're
dressed more appropriately for this hot sauna, by putting your arms
has high as possible above your head and just allowing yourself the
sheer, cooling pleasure of allowing your very hot body to enjoy the
cool air everywhere on your body at once?" Anne decided at that point
that she liked John. He seemed to know exactly what she was thinking,
almost before she even thought it herself. She stretched her arms high
above her head, feeling the coolness waft around her sweating breasts,
especially underneath them where the sweat always gathers. She took a
slightly wider stance, stepping one leg a little to the left. Ahhhhh.
That felt so cool, she thought, as she swivelled herself slowly from
side to side, feeling the cool air instantly between her thighs and
around her buttocks. John was right. She had been thinking of doing
this. And it did feel so cool and refreshing.  John smiled again,
wider than before as he watched the naked young woman in front of him
turn herself from side to side, fanning herself with the breeze she
was creating by her turning. Her breasts were beautiful and full,
jutting upright with taut nipple of dark brown and swaying perfectly
balanced as she continued to swivel her torso and hips from side to
side. The sight of the lush thatch of thick, black curly pubic hair at
the apex of her junction had hardened him the instant she'd dragged
own her panties.  "I know that must feel so very cool and refreshing
on your body, all over, Anne." John told her. "And you'd probably be
right in thinking that you'd feel even more cool, refreshing air on
your hot body if you were to begin to just turn around and keep
turning slowly around until it was suggested you stop." Again Anne
marvelled at how John seemed to be able to almost read her mind. She
had just been thinking of doing exactly that. She began to turn
herself slowly around and around, feeling the cool draft instantly on
her breasts, between her thighs and buttocks and everywhere,
seemingly, at the same time. She smiled at how cool it was making her
feel.  John smiled a satisfied smile when he saw Anne smile. One down,
nine to go, he thought as he enjoyed the incredibly sensual sight
before his very eyes. Anne had the firmest butt he'd seen for a long
while. Two beautiful peaches of creamy, white skin, begging him to
squeeze and hold them each time they passed in front of his eyes, to
be immediately relaced by Anne's elusive black spider each time it
replaced her backside in his vision as she turned.  "How do you feel,
Anne?" he asked her.  "Great!" she replied immediately. "Absolutely
great!" And she continued to pirouette slowly like a ballerina in slow
motion, around and around. So cool. It was nice of John to ask, she
thought. He was a very considerate person. You don't get too many men
that have a considerate bone in their body, let alone a considerate
thought in their heads. Bill's lucky to have a good friend like him.
"I think you're right in thinking it would be a good idea to stop
turning around now and face me. Your last idea of turning to keep cool
was a good one because you probably already feel a lot more cooler now
than you did before, now that you feel nice and cool and comfortable
again. What do you think, Anne?" How does he do that? Anne wondered as
she stopped turning around and stood still facing John. She was just
thinking that, that very second. Besides, she was becoming a little
giddy, anyway.  "Tell me the name of your secret trance key, Anne: the
one that will allow you to come back to feeling this wonderful in your
mind and body the instant you hear my voice say it, no matter where
you are or what you're doing at the time, whether you are awake or in
a deeply relaxed state of mind like you are right now when you hear
only my voice say what words?" John asked.  "Sleep time." Anne replied
immediately.  "And will you need to bother remembering your secret
trance key when your unconscious mind can remember it for you?" "No."
she answered.  "And what will happen the more you try to remember
anything that happened during your relaxation here tonight that you
can so easily forget to notice not to remember unless I tell you to."
John tested again for amnesia.  "The more I try the more I won't."
Anne responded at once.  "That's fine. You're doing perfectly. "Tell
me, Anne. How do you feel about being completely naked standing here
in front of me like you are." Anne thought about that for a few
seconds before answering him. She hadn't really noticed she was naked
before he mentioned it. But she didn't feel embarrassed about it. She
felt natural and comfortable in front of him. That didn't happen very
often. So, if it felt this right and correct, it must be okay, or she
would have felt really embarrassed. But she didn't.  Everything seemed
perfectly natural and right and correct.  "Fine." was all she
answered.


			   Chapter VI
				John smiled. "I suppose it makes you
feel warm and admired to have me sitting here praising your perfect
athletic body." Anne smiled. It did make her feel kind of warm, she
thought, to have John admire her body. And she did have a good shape
to her figure, thanks to all her rigorous physical training. It seemed
only natural that John admired her shape. In fact, she decided. It
pleased her, and again she noticed that she felt warm. She shook her
head slowly in amazement.  John noticed Anne's slow shake of the head,
and was puzzled by it.  "Why did you shake your head like that, Anne?"
He asked her.  "I was just thinking that I'm amazed how you almost
always know what I'm thinking." Anne told him. "We must be on the same
wave-length." John smiled a smile of relief. "Yes, Anne. I believe we
are. Does that please you?  That we are on the same wave-length and
think so much alike that your thoughts are almost my thoughts, and my
thoughts are always your thoughts that you always agree with without
question and without doubt?" "Yes." Anne answered with a smile. "It
does." "And does it please you to believe now that you can always give
that little bit more when you're racing by being as relaxed as you are
right now in such a focussed and concentrated manner that you wonder
now how you could ever have had the foolish thought of actually
falling over? You, the university's top speed skater? So relaxed and
focussed, and because of that, easily able to give that little bit
more in your last lap of any race from this point onward and win so
easily now that you can actually laugh at the foolish concern you used
to have so long ago that you might fall over and just forget that you
ever had it at all because it just seems so laughable now. Doesn't it
Anne?" Anne could not believe how John could tell what she was almost
about to think. It was amazing. She smiled at the thought of her
actually being afraid of falling over in the last lap. She was the
university's top women's speed skater. If anybody fell over from this
point onward it would be her competitors, not her. And she honestly
couldn't see how or why she should fall over when she races so
focussed and so relaxed and concentrating all the time.  Yes, she
thought seriously. John is right. It does please her to realise how
laughable that is.  "Yes. It does please me a lot, actually." she
answered, noticing how confident she sounded to herself, and feeling
very good about it at the same time.  "That's fine, Anne." John told
her. "You're doing perfectly, but, that doesn't really come as a big
surprise to you. Does it?" "No." Anne said. And it doesn't either, she
thought, the instant she finished saying it.  I do try hard she
concluded to herself. So why shouldn't she do perfectly? She smiled at
that self-realisation.  John smiled too. His first night's work was
finished. Now for the reward. Hers, and his.   "You might be thinking
that it would be very relaxing to lower your arms now, Anne." John
said to her, noticing her smile as she lowered her arms to rest
loosely against er naked hips.  "And I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I
gave you the accolade due to you and just sat here admiring your
perfect athletic body while you just relaxed and felt how good it felt
to be admired for being as perfect as you are. Isn't that true?" John
posed.  "Yes." Anne replied, thinking that John was a very caring and
honest person to tell her personally how appreciated she was for her
athletic ability and the shape all of her hard training had given her.
Nobody ever told her that to her face, even though she knew they
thought it. She could tell by the way everybody looked at her in her
skating uniform. It was short, and it wasn't hard to see her dainty
feminine underwear, but that was what she wanted.  John sighed
contentedly. He had known what Bill's girl's problem most probably was
the minute he'd discovered they were all girls. They were as good as
they were to start with because they were committed, and therefore
channelled most of their sexual energy into their training by
restricting their sex live to practically nothing, if he knew women
athletes at all.  But with that channelling, they also transferred
into their performance their incompleteness as a woman by way of their
sexual tension. That sexual tension took up a small, but very valuable
part of their relaxed concentration. All he had to do now with Anne,
and all the others was to free up and release that sexual tension,
restore the completeness of womanhood, and allow the channelling of
the extra energy by way of relaxed and focussed concentration into
that little bit extra when it was needed and called upon, by both
their conscious and unconscious mind.  You might be thinking you would
be a lot more relaxed and comfortable if you were to sit down again,
Anne." John suggested.  Anne smiled as she sat down comfortably in the
recliner.  "You know, Anne." he began the final phase of her first
session of his special training program. "I wouldn't be surprised if
you were a bit edgy from time to time, with all the hard work you put
into your training so you can always do your best for the university
so they can bask in the glory of your achievements, while you settle
mostly for a good night's sleep for your efforts and no enjoyment.
Would that be   true?"

     Anne grinned in amazement at how he could tell what she was about
to think. Yes.  She did work hard. And rarely did she ever get any
enjoyment from her efforts except an exhausted night's night at the
end of it all.  "And it wouldn't surprise me to discover," he went on.
"that because your attitude is so selfless in your dedication to
achieving for the benefit of others, that you willingly and selflessly
deny yourself what's rightfully and naturally yours by right of birth
and by way of natural fulfilment as a beautiful young woman with
special needs that have to be taken care of too, on a regular basis,
just like any other normal human being. After all, it's so easy for
them to forget that you are only human too, with all the normal human
needs of a woman that have to be satisfied, just like any other normal
human being. Would that be true too?" "Yes." Anne agreed with a nod of
her head, thinking once more how sensitive to a woman's needs John
was. He was a rarity alright. He certainly was. Anne wondered then if
he was married. If he was she wondered of his wife knew just ow lucky
she was having a sensitive man like John for a husband.  John was
instantly hardened by the gentle nod of Anne's head. He pressed onward
and upward in the closing stages of Anne's indoctrination into the
winning circle of speed skaters.  "I suppose you're thinking now that
your needs are just as strong as any other healthy young virile woman
in her prime and at her sexual peak. And that those special and very
sensitive needs have to be met if you're to be expected to give your
best for the benefit of others so they can bask in your glory as a
winner, and then only if all your special and very sensual needs are
met regularly so that you can, in fact, give your performance that
little bit extra by satisfying those special and private needs so that
you can give your best, yet not be denied the special affection that's
rightfully yours  by right of birth as a woman who has needs that
demand to be satisfied when you demand it as your right as a winner on
their behalf. Would that be a fair statement, Anne?" Anne smiled again
at john's insight into a woman's mind. She didn't think she'd ever met
a man like him before in her life. How sensitive he was to her needs.
He really understood what she had been forced to give up, just in
order to do her best for everybody else. She nodded her head in
silence.  "And would I be right in assuming that some of those special
and very secretive and sensitive needs are crying out to be met right
now, having been denying them for such a long time now for the benefit
of others so they can bask in your glory of denying yourself those
special womanly pleasures for their benefit and not yours, who truly
deserve them to be met and satisfied, when you want to, if anybody had
a right to?" Anne hung her head slightly and nodded, feeling a small
tear escape her eyelids and trickle slowly down her right cheek.  "And
I suppose you would think me too forward as your admirer if I were to
offer myself to care for you in your time of personal need out of
caring and respect for a fine athlete of your personal standing who
nobody ever recognises as a woman first, and a fine athlete second, a
fact that everybody seems to overlook, except you, in your moments of
aloneness, and even then, nobody can ever see your tears, because you
always keep them to yourself, so nobody can see how much your
womanhood is suffering because of your excellent dedication for the
benefit of others. Would you think me to forward to want to care for
you in that way when nobody else seems to care for you at all, except
as an athlete, and who cares about you as a person, a human being, a
young, beautiful, and very sensual woman whose personal and private
needs demand to be satisfied so strongly right now, even as we speak?"
Anne had become aware of the warmth of her tears flowing slowly down
her cheeks.  She was sincerely touched in the deepest corner of her
heart by John's caring sensitivity.  Yes. She did have needs. And the
more she thought about them the more they demanded to be satisfied
right now. She had put them off and denied herself long enough for the
benefit of others who didn't really care anyway. Why shouldn't she
satisfy them like any other woman.  "No." she answered with her head
still forward and down slightly. "I wouldn't think you were too
forward. I think you're a very caring man." "That's fine, Anne." John
answered, satisfied with her level of unconscious and conscious
cooperation. "It's nice to...to have someone who ...who wants to care
about you.  Isn't that true, Anne?" Anne simply nodded, without
looking up.  "Of course it is." John told her reassuringly. Now. You
just relax back into the chair and open your legs wide. And let me
take care of you in the way you desire most so you can enjoy the
pleasures of taking time out to remind yourself that yo are a very
beautiful woman whose needs, whose special and very sensitive needs
are about to be met in every way, Does that make you happy, Ane?" Anne
nodded in grateful silence as she lay back in the recliner chair while
John adjust the inclination of ht chair back one position. Gently he
took hold of Anne's knees and moved them wider apart, lifted them
slowly upward so her feet rested on the edge of the cushion upon which
her naked buttocks rested. Then, as his head slowly moved toward and
settled fully between her open and naked thighs, he lifted her ankles
and rested her legs gently around his shoulders. His mouth opened and
lowered with his face toward her warm, soft, sensual heat emanating
from the lush thatch of dark, thick, curly pubic hair that would soon
release from its hiding place the secret jewel of her Nile that had,
for so long now been denied its rightful attention in loving and
caring attention.  Anne's first special training session with John,
her special trainer would end as it was about to begin-with the sound
of her moans echoing in the still air of Bill's office, mingling with
her grateful tears of gratitude that someone, and a man at that, cared
enough about her as a woman with needs to be met, to bring forth from
the pit of her belly and her secret loins the raw, animal sounds that
showed the silence of that room that she was still a woman, in spite
of what they expected her to be when she was just an athlete.   Anne's
rapturous cries of pleasure, released at her peak, over and over again
brought a fine, yet sincere mist to John's eyes as well as he held her
firmly, but gently by her matted, aromatically scented and throbbing
centre until her long-repressed, special needs had been met,
repeatedly, again and again, and again, until finally, Anne collapsed
into the exhausted and deeply natural relaxed sleep of the sexually
released and fulfilled woman that she had yearned to be for as long as
she could consciously remember since becoming serious about being the
very best speed skater in the world. Her last conscious thought before
natural sleep gently closed her eyelids for the very last time was
that she now felt she had that little bit extra that had been missing
from her life and her skating performance for a very long time.
				The End   (by Mesmer) (to be
continued) (Next sequel...Brenda, the tennis star.)



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