From d-h@netcom.ca Wed Feb 26 04:12:09 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Showtime (Hypnosis)
From: d-h@netcom.ca (Dale or Heather)
Date: Wed, 26 Feb 1997 09:12:09 GMT

All the usual disclaimer... blah blah blah...

Just enjoy the story.



Showtime


Why am I cleaning their fucking apartment?  My brother and 
his slut wife just fuck all day and here I am cleaning up 
after them.

"Janet? Can you make us some lunch?"

"Sure, what would you like?"  Why am I putting up with this 
shit?

"Just some sandwiches would be nice."

"Okay!"  Why am I being so fucking nice?  

Look there she is stumbling around the place, giggling and 
naked.  OH great!  Now she's dripping on the floor!  Just look 
at this mess!  Now I have to lick it up!  She's such a slut.  God 
their cum tastes good.

There.  All done.  Now I can finish making lunch.

What the hell is happening to me?



	Janet sat at the show.  Her brother had insisted they sit 
close to the front.  His wife Sherry sat opposite her.  Paul 
arrived back at the table and took his seat between them.  The 
hypnotist would be on in a few minutes, he said.  Both girls 
admitted that they were a little nervous about sitting this close 
to the front at what was billed as an adult show.  Paul had 
laughed and told them to watch.  The show was starting.
	Lights went down.  Smoke billowed and lazers cut 
patterns in the smoke, flickering mystically.  Janet was 
breathless.  She didn't even look to see Sherry's reaction.  Two 
women stepped onto the stage, walking slowly with glazed 
eyes.  They wore black evening gowns, slit up the thigh and 
blunging between ample breasts.
	They spoke in stereo with amplified, monotonous 
voices, "The Master is here."
	A puff of smoke, a blast of music with a throbbing beat.  
A man in tight leather pants and a silk shirt appears with his 
hands raised high in the air.  He is staring at the crowd.  He is 
smiling as his eyes pass over their table.  Janet almost faints 
when his eyes meet hers.
	They watch as the standard tricks are performed.  Janet 
is glad that she isn't one of the ones barking like a dog or 
flirting with lamp posts.  Then things start to get more 
interesting as a couple of girls are hypnotized and agree to strip 
to their underwear.  Janet loses track of things here.  The next 
thing she knows, the stage is empty.  She looks over at her 
brother and his wife.
	"Are you okay?" Paul asks.
	"Sure, just a little dizzy.  What happened?"  She notices 
that Sherry isn't wearing a bra anymore and her eyes have that 
glazed after sex look.  Her blouse is covered in wet streaks.  
Some have started to dry to a crusty white.  "Sherry, were you 
on stage?"
	"Oh yes.  So were you."
	"What's that on your blouse?"
	"There's nothing there, or did I spill my drink?"  Sherry 
frowned and inspected the material.  "No I don't think so."
	"Let's go home," Paul says.  
	Janet knows something is wrong with her sister in law 
when she sees her give Paul a blow job in the back seat of the 
car.  She doesn't notice that her own bra and panties are 
missing.  She does notice the stack of video tapes that Paul is 
holding.



"That was good Janet, thanks."

"No problem." God, can't they even get dressed when I'm 
around?

"You haven't been wearing your uniform, Janet.  Are you 
feeling okay?"

"I'm fine."  Degrading uniform.  What does he think I am?  
Some little toy to wander around with my tits almost hanging 
out?

"I think you need to watch your tape again."

No.  "All right."  No.  No.  NO!

Why am I putting it in?  Damn him!  What is going on?  I don't 
want to watch TV right now.   I'll just watch until he leaves.  
What is this anyway?  Oh, its the Master.  I'll turn it of in a sec.  
There Paul's leaving.  Just watch for another moment, then it'll 
be safe.  But I feel so heavy.

I'll just watch for a while.  It can't hurt.  I've been on my feet all

day.  His voice is pretty relaxing.  Makes me feel all fuzzy and 
warm.  

"You are almost ready for the final stage of your training."

That's nice.  What training?

"Just listen to the music for a few moments... Concentrate and 
let your mind wander.  On the count of five you will fall deeply 
asleep as you have been trained to do.  One."

Yeah, right

"Two."

It is hard to think.

"Three."

Maybe I am a little sleepy.

"Four."

Just a little...

"Five."



Mmmmmmm....

Must have dozed off.  There the tapes done.  Where is my 
uniform anyway?  These clothes are so scratchy.  Oh, it's in the 
closet.  I'll just put it on.

There that's better.

Now...  Where are Master and Mistress?


(the end)