From master@zed.com.au Sun Feb 09 18:36:32 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.bondage,alt.stories.erotic
Subject: [STORY] Donna Entranced [m/f hypno]
From: Peter <master@zed.com.au>
Date: Mon, 10 Feb 1997 10:36:32 +1100
Donna Entranced
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It was a work day that remarkably resembled all the work days before it
and, no doubt, would also resemble all the work days after it. Or so I
thought.
It was a Friday, a holiday for some, and the small office I worked in
was largely empty. I was one of the unlucky ones this time around who
had to show up. I spent the morning twiddling my thumbs waiting for
lunchtime to roll around.
Most of the group that I went to lunch with had the day off. Of the
"usuals" only Donna was in that day. Donna is our receptionist. At her
desk Donna tends to always be chatting to the people who call, very
outgoing, but at our lunches she mostly sat back and listened and let
the others do the talking.
So, when lunchtime finally arrived, Donna and I ended up alone in a
quiet corner of the park with our sandwiches and cokes.
Donna is a very attractive young woman. Single, as far as I knew, with
long dark-brown hair, pale skin, blue eyes and full, red lips. Her
figure was something I'd often wondered about because she always wore
clothes that tended to hide it. What I had seen, though, lead me to
believe that there were wonders waiting there to be discovered.
This day Donna was wearing a cream-coloured, button-up, short-sleeve
blouse. I had noticed earlier in the day that the blouse was just the
slightest bit see-through and that she was wearing a skin-coloured
frilly bra. Further down she was wearing a navy blue knee-length skirt
and her trade-mark high-heels.
I was expecting a pretty quiet lunch, Donna not having a great track
record, as I have already mentioned, as a conversationist. Maybe you
could say that fortune smiled upon me that day because Donna started
asking me about my work. You'll see in a little while what I mean by
"fortune"!
Now, what I do is not particularly exciting. I basically do a little bit
of computer programming plus some network administration. Not too tough
most of the time and certainly not a great topic for a chat.
Donna had seen me at work though, concentrating on the screen, and
started asking me about what I did. I started to explain and as I did
she started shaking her head and finally commented that she didn't know
how I could manage to concentrate for so long and that she could never
concentrate more than a few minutes on anything.
And then I had a great idea...
No-one at the office knew that I had studied hypnosis. It was something
I'd started a long time ago but I'd never got around to completing the
course. I'd been pretty good at actually hypnotising people, but my
theoretical knowledge was really only enough to keep me out of trouble.
I didn't give up hypnosis. I had subsequently been using it in my
private love life, often hypnotising girlfriends before and during sex.
Now, not many people think about this, but you know how stage hypnotists
make people's arms and hands numb and then stick needles in them? Well,
that is an example of making someone _less_ sensitive to what they feel.
What you can _also_ do is make someone _more_ sensitive. And this works
great with sex. You take a girl, put her in a really deep trance and
then tell her that her breasts and clitoris are more sensitive and
responsive than ever before. Start touching her and she'll explode! The
deeper you get her into a trance the better the result. She ends up
hornier than she's ever been in her life and can end up begging you to
let her _stop_ coming!
Where was I? ... Oh, yes. My "great" idea was to see if I could
hypnotise Donna without her realising what I was doing.
I told her that there are exercises you can do to help you learn to
concentrate and that I'd show her one or two. We still had more than
half an hour before we had to back in the office so she agreed.
I told her to lie down on the grass and close her eyes. I then lightly
pressed my fingertip to her forehead and asked if she could feel it.
She, of course, said yes. Then I told her to try imagining that her
forehead was made of glass and that if she strained her eyes up she
would be able to see the tip of my finger pressed to the glass. This is
the start of one of the standard hypnotic inductions I'd learned at the
course.
I asked her whether she could see my finger and she said no. This was no
big surprise. I told her that maybe she should try relaxing a bit. I
told her to relax her arms and legs and then told her to relax her
muscles. And so on. Almost a standard hypnotic induction without
actually saying anything about "hypnosis".
Gradually I could see her relaxing. Her breathing became slow and
regular, just like they say in the text books. Then, when I was sure she
was very relaxed, I told her to try imagining that she could see my
fingertip again. This time I started guiding her, telling her to
concentrate as much as she could, to try and forget about the noises
around us and the feeling of the ground underneath her, emphasising that
she should also try to relax.
After a couple of minutes of this I asked her if she had succeeded in
imagining the tip of my finger. Someone in a deep trance can usually
even imagine seeing something when their eyes are open, so this was a
good test to see whether she was "under". In a weak, flat voice she
answered in just one word: "yes". Her voice also _sounded_ like she was
really "gone".
I told her that I would take my finger off her forehead and then I
started relaxing her more and deepening the trance. After about five
minutes of this I told her to open her eyes. She did and just stared
straight up in the air. There was no other reaction.
Then I had her close her eyes and I relaxed her again. I tried a couple
of other tests, deepened her some more and then said, "Ok, you're going
very well. Now, when I count to three I want you to open your eyes, sit
up and act normally, as if you're awake. You'll still stay in a trance
and you'll do whatever I tell you to... Now, one. Two. Three." Her eyes
fluttered open, she sat up, smiled, and looked at me expectantly.
"How do you feel?", I asked. She replied that she felt fine. She looked
around, made herself comfortable and seemed just like she was awake.
"What will you do now", I asked.
"Anything you tell me to", she replied.
This immediately caused a lot of strain in my underwear as my mind raced
through the possibilities but... well, we were in a public place. What
could I do? I couldn't go too far or do too much.
Well, there was no-one around and hardly anyone ever comes to the corner
of the park that we were in when it's _not_ a holiday, so I decided to
tell her to show me her breasts. She started unbuttoning her blouse and
while she was doing so I asked her how she felt about undressing there
in the park.
"Fine", she replied as she undid the last button, "Anything you say."
She didn't take off her blouse. Instead she just pulled it open, reached
inside and around the back and unclipped her bra. She pulled the straps
down over her arms and then just sat there with her blouse wide open and
the bra in her hands, her pleasantly-rounded breasts apparently defying
gravity as they stuck out without sagging and her small nipples slightly
crinkled with the tips just sticking out. I could hardly resist reaching
out and touching her!
I wanted to be sure that she was really deeply in a trance so I decided
to do another test. I told her that I was going to count to ten, and
that as I counted her breasts and nipples would become completely numb,
that she would lose all feeling in her breasts. Then, while I slowly
counted, I reinforced the suggestion, telling her that her breasts were
becoming numb and without feeling.
I was a little surprised as I counted when she reached out, got her coke
and drank a little of it, then picked up the newspaper we had brought
and started checking out the front page. I was worried that something
wasn't working, that she was somehow awake. When I finished counting I
asked her how her breasts felt. She replied that she couldn't feel them
any more. She didn't seem surprised about this. She just seemed to
accept it and carried on reading the newspaper. Apparantly she had taken
my command to act normally completely literally. There she was, topless,
in a public park, boobs numb, reading the newspaper!
Well, I thought, now let's see how she reacts. I reached out and put my
hand on her breast. No reaction. At least, she didn't react. I certainly
did (from the waist down, you know what I mean?). I asked her how my
hand felt. She said that she couldn't feel it all. Then I pinched her
nipple - hard! No reaction. Her boob was obviously completely numb. She
turned to the second page of the newspaper. I felt more straining in my
pants. My mind was racing with thoughts of what I could do with her. She
was in a _really_ deep trance, responding exactly how I said she should!
By now it was getting towards the end of our lunch hour. I told her to
do up her blouse. Placidly she obeyed, letting her bra fall to the
ground beside her as she did so. I picked up her bra and stuffed it in
my pocket.
Then I told her to lie down and relax. Once she was lying down I told
her that she could feel her breasts again, that they were completely
back to normal. Then I relaxed her, deepened the trance some more and
then said, "In a little while I'm going to wake you up."
"Once you are awake you wont remember anything about being in a trance.
In fact, you'll only remember the little concentration exercise that I
gave you and then nothing after that. You wont have any idea that you
were in a trance at all. You will also think nothing of the fact that
you are no longer wearing your bra."
"In future you will close your eyes and relax as much as you are now, or
even more, whenever I firmly squeeze one of your shoulders. It wont
matter what you're doing at the time. As soon as I squeeze your shoulder
you will go straght back into a trance, as deep or deeper than the one
you're in now."
"Finally, once you get back to the office you'll find yourself thinking
about me. As the afternoon goes on you'll think of me more and more
often. And these thoughts will be sexual thoughts. You will imagine
yourself with me, that you aren't wearing any clothes and that you are
my slave. You will find these thoughts very exciting and they will make
you feel very sexy and horny."
"You will feel a desire build up inside you to give yourself to me
sexually, and as it gets closer and closer to five o'clock you will
realise that you dont want this to be a fantasy, that you want it to be
reality, that you need it to be reality. You will want to offer yourself
to me completely. The idea will excite you sexually and you wont be able
to resist it."
"Now I'm going to count to ten and as I count you will wake up. Once you
are awake you will only remember the concentration exercise, nothing
about being in a trance, even though the commands and suggestions that I
have given you for this afternoon will still be completely effective...
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, TEN!
Donna's eyes opened slowly, then she stretched and smiled. "Hmmmmm. That
was good, very relaxing. That was an interesting exercise. Maybe we
could try it again some day".
I smiled back. "It was my pleasure. Now it's time to go," I said, "It's
time to go back to the office."
"So soon?", she asked looking at her watch. She got up. I couldn't help
watching her breasts slightly swinging in her blouse as she did so.
We went back to the office, me back to my office in the corner of the
floor our company occupied, Donna back to the reception desk. As we
parted she smiled at me warmly. I wondered was going to happen about the
commands I'd given her while she was in the trance.
I had occasion to pass by Donna's desk a couple of times that afternoon.
Each time I did I smiled and said hello. She seemed to look at me
strangely. Then, just after 4.30, while I was sitting in my office Donna
knocked on the door and came in, closing the door behind her. She looked
rather distracted. I noticed the lack of bra (can I help it where my
eyes wander?)
She looked at me and smiled a little awkwardly, "Um. Are you busy?"
I told her that I wasn't.
She continued, "I'm not sure how to say this... I was wondering if you
might be interested in me... sexually, I mean... I feel a bit awkward
about this. I've never said this sort of thing to a man before."
"Dont worry," I said, "I think you're very attractive. What did you have
in mind?". I smiled encouragingly at her.
She suddenly looked very relieved. "I've been thinking about this all
afternoon. I... well, most guys... oh, damn. How do I say this?".
She suddenly lifted up her skirt to reveal that she wasn't wearing
anything underneath. Her pussy hair hair was short and a glimpse of her
"treasure" showed through.
"If you want me you can have me, any way you want", she declared.
I looked looked up from her pussy to her face.
She continued, "I really want to give myself to you sexually. Just tell
me what you want. I've been thinking about you and this all afternoon."
She looked at me anxiously, obviously wondering how I would react. She
clearly didn't know that she was responding to what I'd told her while
she was in a trance.
I leaned over to the door and locked it. "Take off your clothes," I told
her. Her face lit up and she started stripping without hesitation. "With
pleasure!", she said.
Once she was naked I looked her up and down. Very, very nice, I thought.
Then I had her turn around so that I could see her from all angles.
"Come here," I finally said.
She was almost quivering with anticipation as she stepped closer. I
didn't bother to get up from my chair, but just reached out to her
breasts and gently stroked them. Her nipples crinkled up straight away.
I slid one hand down between her legs. She was dripping wet and very
hot. I told her to move her legs apart, and as she did I slipped a
finger into her. She moaned.
The pressure was getting unbearable in my underwear again. I stopped and
told her to put her clothes on. This would have to wait until later.
"You'll do whatever I tell you?", I asked as she was doing up her blouse
again.
"Certainly. Anything, anywhere, anytime! Just make me yours", she
replied.
"You'll come home with me to my apartment tonight", I told her. It
wasn't a question. She just smiled again and nodded her head. "Now go
back to work and come back here when you finish for the day".
She unlocked the door and left, still smiling.
I'm doing very well here, I thought to myself as the door closed.
I turned back to the computer but couldn't really concentrate - not that
there was much to concentrate on work-wise.
This was going much better than I had hoped. Donna was obviously a
deep-trance subject and was responding exactly as I had told her while
she was in the trance. I would explore this some more tonight. The half
hour 'till Donna finished work just seem to drag. My mind was filled
with thoughts of what was going to happen at my place. My underwear kept
feeling two sizes too small, sometimes three.
Finally there was the knock on the door and Donna came in. I switched
off the computer and then told her to clean up my office while I went to
the bathroom. When I came back she was happily stacking papers and
cleaning the table top.
"Anything else?", she asked.
"Nope," I replied, "let's go. There's a lot to do tonight."
"I look forward to it", she replied as I closed the door.
As we headed to the train station I couldn't help noticing how easily
Donna accepted my commands. She seemed very happy and enthusiastic, and
everything I said about which way to go, what to do on the way, like
stopping to look in the local bookstore, was fine by her.
When we got on the train it was fairly crowded and we had to stand. As
it moved off I asked Donna if she was wearing any knickers.
Yes, she admitted, she had put them back on after leaving my little
office that afternoon and that she hoped that I didn't mind.
I told her to take them off and put them into her bag. She immediately
reached under her skirt and pulled down a pair of small black knickers
and quickly slipped them into her bag. I noticed as she did that there
was a damp spot on them. A couple of guys noticed what she was doing and
plainly stared at her. I think Donna noticed one of them but she didn't
hesitate. I was sure she would have undressed completely if I'd told her
to. This girl seemed ready to do whatever I said.
When we got back to my place I took her into the dining room and sat her
down at the table. She didn't say anything, just sat down where I showed
her.
I still couldn't quite believe this was happening. I went into the
kitchen and got a candle. Donna's eyes opened up a fair bit when she saw
what I brought back.
She didn't say anything but I knew what she _thought_ I was going to do
with it. Instead, I set it down on the table and then squeezed her
shoulder. She sighed just as a little as her eyes closed the way I'd
told her while she was in the trance at lunchtime. Her head slowly
started to fall forward.
"Relax", I told her, "let yourself sink back into a deep, deep trance."
I stood the candle in front of her and then lit it. Then I said, "Ok,
Donna. On the count of three I want you to lift up your head, open your
eyes and look at the flame of the candle. One, two, three".
Her eyes opened about half way as she lifted her head up. "Concentrate
on the flame", I commanded, "Keep your eyes on the flame, dont think of
anything else. And as you keep looking at the candle flame you will sink
deeper and deeper into a trance. Deeper and deeper all the time.
Whatever I say to you while you are in a trance will become part of you,
will become part of the deepest you."
"And after each trance, unless I tell you otherwise, you wont have any
idea that you've been hypnotised."
I continued deepening the trance and testing for about twenty minutes.
Donna was completely motionless, except for an occasional blink, her
eyes empty but staring at the candle. By the time I was finished I was
sure she was in a much deeper trance than at lunchtime.
After I had finished deepening the trance I told her to act like she was
awake, just like I had done that afternoon in the park. Her eyes
flickered open and she sat up and smiled at me.
"How do you feel now?", I asked.
"Great", she replied.
"Open up your blouse", I told her, "and uncover your breasts. Then put
you hands back on your lap... Good. Now on the count of three your left
nipple will become firm and erect, as erect as it's ever been. One. Two.
Three."
As soon as I said "three" her left nipple immediately sprang out,
there's no other word for it! It almost looked like it was going to jump
off her breast! Her right nipple, on the other hand (or should I say,
"breast") just stayed the way it was, spread out and flat.
This young lady is really responsive, I was thinking as she exclaimed,
"What happened? How did you do that?" She was looking down at her
nipple, surprised at seeing/feeling it sticking out so much.
She reached up and touched it, feeling the hardness. I told her to close
her eyes and relax. Her hand fell back into her lap and her eyes closed.
The nipple stayed erect.
I reached out and touched her nipples. The right one was smooth and
soft, as soft as her breast. The left one was hard, harder than any
nipple I'd ever felt before.
I told her that her left nipple would then become soft and, as I
watched, it softened and spread out until that it was the same size as
her right one.
Then I started saying, "Keep relaxing now and just listen to my voice.
There's nothing else except my voice."
"You enjoy being with me, Donna. You enjoy pleasing me and you want me
to enjoy you. You are a very sexual woman and you want me to use you
sexually any way I want. Each day these feelings and desires will get
stronger in you. You will look forward to obeying and pleasing me. You
will respond sexually to me and will find being my slave a very sexual
and exciting experience. You will respond sexually with me more strongly
than you have ever responded before. It wll seem to you that being my
sex slave has awakened you sexually."
"Each day your desire to please and obey me will become stronger. You
will want to belong to me. To give yourself completely to me and you
will be happiest when your are obeying me or working for me. The most
important thing in your life will become being the best sex slave that I
could ever want."
I paused for a moment to let that all sink in.
"Keep relaxing now", I then continued. I relaxed her some more and as I
did I got up and started looking through my CD collection for some dance
music. I found something raunchy and put it on, not too loudly.
"Listen to this music, Donna. The next time you hear this music you will
be awake, and when you hear it you will no longer be Donna. Instead you
be Desiree, the world's greatest and sexiest striptease dancer. You will
get up and do your sexiest striptease dance just for me. You will be
completely uninhibited and show off _all_ your stuff."
I continued reinforcing this suggestion as the music played on and then
ended. I stopped the CD. "When the music then stops", I said, "you will
sit back down where you are now and go back into a trance. Now relax
some more."
It was time to wake her up and see how she behaved. "On the count of ten
you will wake up.", I said, "As I count you will come out of this trance
and by the time I reach ten you will be awake. You wont have any idea
that you were in a trance. You will, though, still respond to the
suggestions I gave you. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight,
nine, TEN!".
Donna sat up and turned towards me. "You know", she said, "I've never
felt this way before."
"What way?", I asked.
"This sort of sexual feeling", she replied. "I've never felt so horny
about... I dont know how to explain how I feel exactly. I just want you
to take me. I want to give myself to you just soooo much! Just the
thought of belonging to you, even being your slave, makes me feel so
wet. I want you to tell me to do whatever you want." She paused and then
suddenly implored, "Let me please you. Please!"
She seemed really desperate! I talked to her a bit and told her that I
would be happy to have her as my slave. I then asked her about her
previous sexual experiences. She was completely open, revealing, amongst
other things a recently-ended lesbian relationship with one of the other
girls in the office - something that surprised me because I hadn't
noticed anything between them.
I told her to button up her blouse again and then played with her a
while, having her pose different ways for me. She never questioned what
I told her to do, just obeyed immediately.
I asked her if she could dance. She said she couldn't dance very well.
She didn't have the coordination, she said, but she would try if I told
her to. I told her not to worry about it (as I moved towards the
CD-player, keen to see what would happen when I turned it on).
I started the CD and the change was immediate. Donna (Desiree)
immediately jumped up, gave a little cry and started moving to the
music. "Moving" is maybe not the right word. "Grinding" would be closer
to it!
As she moved she started to unbutton her blouse. Slowly and teasingly
she uncovered her breasts. Even though I'd seen them before (twice that
day!) the way she moved and the hungry look on her face immediately made
me start feeling very horny.
Soon after she slipped her skirt down and kicked it away. She was naked
and really hot! She was concentrating all her attention on me and what
she was doing was really having an effect. As she thrust her hips
towards me I had to reach out for her. I was hungry for her. But as I
reached out she pulled away, teasing me.
She continued to dance and grind, then, as the music ended, her face
just emptied, her arms fell down by her side and she moved back to her
chair and sat down, in a trance again.
Now I was hot and I wanted her. I didn't wake her up. I told her instead
that she would act like she was awake and be more than ready for sex
when I counted to three.
I counted, and at three she sat up, looked at her state of undress, then
stood up and came over to me. I stood up and told her to undress me. She
smiled and soon had all my clothes off, my penis springing out (much
relieved) as she pulled down my underwear.
"Suck me", I said, and I immediately felt her hot mouth and lips around
me. It was beautiful.
She was doing something with her tongue that was bringing me so close to
coming, then she would stop. She was keeping me on the edge. This woman
was _good_!
It didn't take much of this. I stood her up, bent her over the dining
room table and entered her hot pussy from behind. She moaned a little as
I slipped into her. She was very, very tight, and as I started thrusting
she started moving her hips, pushing herself onto my penis so it kept
going deeper into her.
She also started squeezing me with her vaginal muscles. It felt like I
was being pulled into her. I certainly didn't fight it. I was gripping
her hips and pushing myself as deep as I could go at the same time.
A couple of times I told her to change position, finally getting her to
lie on the table as I "entered the home stretch".
All this time Donna was being so obedient. I only had to say what I
wanted and she was already doing it.
It didn't much longer before I came. It wasn't the spasm-type orgasm
that you read so much about in the "literature" on the subject. More a
long, drawn-out release. I could feel myself come inside her and then,
as I drew myself out, Donna quickly got down off the table and licked me
clean - another sign of her enthusiasm. Hmmmm, such luxury!
I sent her into the bathroom to clean up. While she was gone I dressed
myself again and sat down on the lounge. Donna came back and I couldn't
help admiring her almost-perfect hourglass figure and following the
gentle swinging of her beautiful breasts as she walked.
I reminded myself that she was still in a trance. I told her to sit back
down and relax and then deepened the trance some more. Then I woke her
up, telling her that she would remember what had happened during the
trance but without realising that she had been in a trance at the time.
When I reached "ten" she sat up and smiled at me and asked what else she
could do for me.
I got her to cook dinner for me. It turned out she's a great cook, even
using just the bits and pieces I had in the 'fridge.
I kept her naked and spent quite a pleasant time sitting on a stool
watching her in the kitchen, admiring that beautiful figure that I knew
was now all mine. After dinner she washed up and then I let her massage
me before going to bed.
I took her to bed with me that night and it was a great pleasure having
her there beside me. I woke up a couple of times and took advantage of
her enthusiasm. She didn't mind being woken up at all, just as long as
she could please me!
Needless to say I spent a lot of time with Donna that weekend. I have
hypnotised her quite often since then and she is still completely
obedient and more than keen to please me any way I want.
She thinks of herself as my slave and doesn't say anything when I go out
with other women. She's just happy when I tell her to come over to my
place so that I can have my way with her (though I must admit that I've
also had my way with her at the office once or twice, but that's another
story!)