Over the following week, Klaire’s husband and I had fleshed out our plot, and today was the evening we would start. I called Klaire as I usually did, giving no sign that I had anything up my sleeve. After an exchange of pleasantries, I guided her into trance, the same way I normally did. I had been told to wait a few minutes while her husband made what he called “some minor adjustments.” After a while, he picked up the phone. “She should be as ready as she’ll ever be. Good luck.”
“Now, Klaire, we are going to begin training you for your new work assignment, do you understand?”
“Yes…” came the soft, slow reply over the phone. Her husband had really deepened the trance I’d initiated. It didn’t disturb her that I was saying something about her and her job.
“You will need to obtain a passport and visa. You are being sent to the United States for a week to observe our practices and report. You have been specifically chosen for this, and no one else can go in your place. You will receive all the travel documents you need. You will not have to worry about costs. This is a business trip. If anyone asks, however, you will tell them that you have a special holiday planned. No one other than your husband may know that this is a business trip.”
“No… one… must… know.”
“Your husband will support you throughout, and he will keep home matters taken care of. You have nothing to worry about, Klaire. You may just continue to relax… no anxiety about this trip… you are looking forward to this trip… thinking about the trip relaxes you. So very relaxed… and willing… to listen… and obey… for the trip… Relax… and obey… the trip… you want to take this trip… it is a very important trip. Taking the trip will make you very happy… so very relaxed… and so very happy.”
“Yes… I want to take the trip.”
“Very good, Klaire. You will take the trip soon. I am going to count from ten to one. When I reach one, you will have no conscious memory of being hypnotized. You will not remember what we talked about except in your deepest thoughts. You will only remember the trip. Nothing but the trip. The trip is so very important to you. It will make you happy to take this trip.”
I heard a male voice on the other end of line, and suddenly it became clearer. “I’ll work on her a bit, mate. Between the two of us, the suggestions should stick enough to get her to take the week’s holiday. I have no idea what will happen once the date comes. After that, it will be all in your hands. But perhaps you should let me wake her up, so that she doesn’t remember that she was on a phone call. The oddest things give her will power a bit of a boost.” I agreed, altered my earlier suggestion, and hung up, excited and afraid.
That was the first of several “priming” calls. We wanted to make sure that Klaire had completely accepted the premise before moving towards getting her to actually take the trip. It took three weeks for us to be reasonably sure that she had completely swallowed it. The day she came home from work and asked to be put into trance so she could forget about this damned secret trip was a great sign. “It’s all in your hands from here,” her husband said. “Klaire, phone for you.”
I took a deep breath. “Hello, Klaire.”
“Rob! It’s been ages since we’ve last talked! How are you?”
“I’m fine, Klaire. Are you ready to be tranced tonight?” She got quiet, and began to hem and haw. “Silent night, deeply tranced, you are calm, you’re relaxed.” Her protest never got past a peep. “Count for me Klaire, from ten to twenty, going deeper with each number.” Her soft monotone began counting, and I got hard very quickly. At “twenty”, I regained enough wits to continue. “You like being hypnotized by Rob. You will always go into trance for Rob. Where you are now, is where you will be when Rob commands. You will obey.”
“Yesss… obey Rob… in trance.”
“Now Klaire, you will be receiving a letter in the mail from the United States. When you read the address, you will say, ‘I must go into trance for Rob,’ and you will go into the same trance as now. Then you may open the envelope. When you open the envelope, you will look at the contents, and memorize the dates and times. These will join with your secret trip, and become the dates and times for your secret trip. The dates and times for your secret trip. You will put them in a folder, along with all of your other materials for the secret trip, and forget they are there until it is time to prepare for the secret trip. Now remember those commands, and prepare to go deeper. Count from twenty to thirty for Rob, Klaire, going even deeper as you count. Take yourself deeper to obey Rob.”
“Obey… Rob. Twenty…one… twenty-two… twenty-th-th-thr-threeee…“ Her speech became more halting, the sighs between each number growing more pronounced. “Thirrr-teeee…”
“Now you have no will.”
“I have no will.”
“You will obey.”
“I will obey.”
“Obedience is exciting. It excites you to obey Rob. Your body likes it when you are subjugated. Under hypnosis to Rob… Creates a heat in your body… Getting so warm, Klaire. Can you feel the heat and excitement in you?”
“Ohhh… yess…”
“You like it. You crave it. Rob can make you feel this way. Obey Rob and become excited.”
“Obey… Rob… ohhh…” She was panting into the phone.
“Your husband will break this trance… but he is the only one who can cool the heat, the fire growing inside you. Until you are in Rob’s presence, when you are at thirty, you will need your husband. The pleasure will remind you how important it is to obey Rob. So important to—”
“Obey… mmmf… Rob… ohhh… Rob…”
“Good night Klaire.” I hung up, hoping that her husband wouldn’t mind the surprise, and went off into my own bedroom to play fantasies in my head to cool my excitement.
The next evening, my phone rang. It was Klaire’s husband. “She’s watching her crystal again so that we can have some privacy. That was some trick with my wife. I’ve never had her come on that way before, at least, not that I haven’t started. This is going to work, Rob. Oh—and I owe you one.” When I called them later, I worked on reinforcing her triggers, especially the waking trance one. That would be the one that would get her out of Manchester, and if it held, into my clutches, ready to be my hypnotic toy for an entire week. This was a slow process, one that I dared not rush. I had secured Klaire’s submission, but had yet to subjugate her will so that I could experience that submission in person. It was no longer a question of getting her to obey me, but one of overriding her core judgment through an illusion I was creating. Once she was stateside, she would be mine. That was a lot of miles, and a lot of interactions under waking trance. “Klaire?”
“Yes, Rob?”
“Are you ready to begin?”
She assured me that she was ready for her trance tonight, and looking very forward to it. “The blush is still on my cheeks, Rob. Thank you, it was a wonderful surprise.” That was nothing compared to the surprise that awaited her within the next week.
“Are you comfortable?” She said yes. “Power dive into trance American–style.” A soft moan and sigh came from the phone. “You are now going into trance for Rob.”
“Thirrr-teeeee… Oh… oh goodness… oh… Rob…” She loved the number thirty.
“Deeper still Klaire, feel the heat fade. Obey. You are at forty, there is no heat.”
“Ohhh… love to obey Rob. ”
“Take yourself where there is only Rob’s voice. The hypnotic voice. The voice you must obey.”
“Must… obey… Going deeper… Obey the voice.”
“Good Klaire. Tomorrow, when the alarm clock rings, you will go into your waking trance. You will write down the letters G-X-K-F-M in your special notebook each time you go to the ladies’ room. You will not remember that you have written them until you hear my voice tomorrow. You will fulfill your waking trance as I command.”
“Yes… master.” Oh, how horny I got on hearing that! I told her to tell me what waking trance meant again. “I am hypnotized. Hypnotized so deeply that I do not realize it. I will act as if I have not been hypnotized, and I will prove my hypnosis by writing in my special notebook. I must not let anyone know that I am hypnotized. Only you or my husband may end this trance. I must obey all of your commands while I am in waking trance.”
“Very good, Klaire. You will purchase… a new brassiere, something very sexy as you prepare for your secret trip. You will give me all your clothing sizes tomorrow as well. Now, you will only remember your commands when it is time.”
“Only... time… waking… trance,” she sighed. I was beyond hot now. And beginning to hope that the plan stood a chance of succeeding. I roused her from this trance, deeper than any I’d dared since the beginning. That she went under to this point meant that she’d have no way to resist me. But would she kneel in front of me eyes hypnotically closed, awaiting my command to her blank mind? There were only eight days before I would find out.
“Rob, you devil,” Klaire cooed into the phone the following day, “why did I write ‘GXKFM’ seven times in my notebook? And why do I have this incredibly hot bra in my hands? Did you do that to me?” I admitted that I had. This ‘waking trance’ of yours is quite impressive. It’s beyond post-hypnotic suggestion, and I’m perfectly conscious while I do it. I must admit, the thought of being seemingly normal while submissive to you makes me randy.”
“You’re actually in trance now, Klaire. It started this morning with your alarm clock. The same kind of trance that you did with me a few months ago.
She gasped. “You mean… you mean that… I would obey you now? But… but… Ohhh, Rob. Ohhh, that’s so devilish. Ohhh am I really in trance now?” I told her to drop the phone and take off her clothes. There were sounds of, “Oh my lord… I can’t believe that I’m actually doing this!” in the distance. “My word,” she said, her voice returning to the phone. “I’m completely naked. And… and... I don’t feel hypnotized. God, I’m horny now.”
“For me Klaire?” I breathed.
“I’m… in submission to you… so… you would be my master, and I would be your—” she gasped. “Hypnotic slave. Ohhh that makes me randy… I almost wish you were here,” she moaned. I moaned, lost in Klaire’s fantasy. It’s a pity you and I can’t meet, Rob. I am soooo ready right now, and my husband’s out for a few hours. Help me, please.”
Gasping into the phone, I managed to husk, “Release, Klaire!” She groaned loudly, climax taking her and I simultaneously. It was several minutes before either of us could speak. “Now Klaire, it is time to go back to sleep, and awake at the sound of my voice saying, ‘three.’ One… two… three!”
“Ohhh, god… Rob… that was fantastic!” she panted, still a little scatterbrained from her release. “To think that I was in trance all that time…” She took a deep breath. “I’d be getting hot again if I weren’t so exhausted.”
“Silent night, deeply tranced, you are calm, you’re relaxed.” She purred from across the ocean as trance claimed her. “Klaire, this is Rob,” I resumed, regaining my composure as quickly as I could. “You must obey Rob’s hypnotic voice. Go to fifty. Directly to fifty for Rob. You must obey me completely.”
“Ahhh… yesss… fiffff-teeee. Obey.” The tone of her “Obey” was as definite as if she were repeating it fully conscious.
“Klaire, you will sleep wonderfully tonight. The alarm clock will just be an alarm clock, you will not fall into your waking trance. However, you will start preparing for your secret trip. You will begin packing for your secret trip. You must pack the bra that you bought today, and a very sexy outfit. Once they are placed in the suitcase, you will not see them. When you go to pack your other clothes, you will still be unable to see them. Do you understand?”
“Yesss.”
“”Excellent. You will be ready to return to this trance the next time you hear my voice. You cannot resist going into this deep trance when you near my voice tomorrow. You will prepare to go into this very deep, obedient trance when you hear my voice tomorrow. Now I will count from ten to one, and you will awaken, fully alert, completely refreshed.” I began her waking count. My ability to trance her with just my voice would be important, a backup plan just in case she wavered in London while changing planes.
When Klaire was awake, we chatted some, and she confided that she would be in the Unites States on business for a week. She wasn’t sure where, but she figured that it would be difficult, and perhaps not the wisest course of action for us to meet. “It’s a business trip, and it’s important enough that I’ve been told not to discuss it with anyone at work. As much as I would like to meet you, I don’t believe that I could handle the distractions you would present.” She paused for a moment, and before I could say anything, she resumed, “It would be a lot of fun. I don’t believe you’d hypnotize me in such a situation, but I’m not sure that I could keep my mind on my job.” I laughed and said goodnight. If I had my way, she wouldn’t have a mind to keep most of the time during her trip. We would see in seven more days.
I was hoping that I could put Klaire in trance each night and test her submission, but I missed the next two days because of my own work obligations. Given that I was taking a week’s vacation very soon, I didn’t have the option of saying no. Klaire’s husband had left me a message asking if I was backing out of the plan, because he had Klaire all set to go. He had watched with envy how she’d gone into trance on receipt of her tickets, then announced to him the dates for her secret trip. She complained about the fact that she only had six days to prepare, and that there was no agenda. At the least, she wanted to know something beyond the fact that she would be met by a limousine at the airport. “She’s taken the post-hypnotic suggestion to heart. I hope you haven’t gotten cold feet. I want to see this myself.”
I raced home to call them the next day; it was Friday, d-minus-four. “Hi,” I breathlessly said into the phone, not caring if it was Klaire or her husband.
“Hallo, Rob,” Klaire said with a bit of a seductive growl to her voice. “I’ve missed you the last couple of days. I’m fantasizing about our meeting while I’m across the Atlantic. I keep thinking that maybe it would be possible to meet, because you won’t have to travel. As much as my head tells me it would be a mistake, there are—erm—other parts of me telling my head to shut up, as it were.”
“Really? You’re coming here?? When??” I did my best to sound highly surprised, which was difficult, and extremely excited, which wasn’t.
“Yes, I am, but I won’t tell you when yet. I haven’t decided if it would be politic to meet. This is a very important and highly secretive business trip. That’s about all I know. There’s probably a sealed folder for me when I get there, and I just can’t jeopardize this assignment by getting… lost with you.” She sighed. “Although I would dearly love to be in hypnotic trance to you…” Her voice trailed off. The line was silent for a few seconds before I realized that she had probably sent herself into trance. I counted from ten to one, and told her to awaken. “You see? I am so ready to go into trance for you, and that’s why there’s any debate at all. I can’t risk that happening in the middle of a meeting. And I am so sorry about that.” Her frustration was evident.
“How are you doing in your waking trance, Klaire?” It was an obvious tactic that she’d overlooked.
“Wh-what do you mean?”
“Have you had any problems with your waking trance? You’ve spent a couple of days there recently,” I said. “Has it caused any interference with your work?”
“Other than the post-hypnotic suggestion you left for me to get horny, no,” she replied. “And that was deliciously distracting, but not overpowering.” There was a pause. “And that’s one thing I like about your hypnotic control of me. It can be so subtle that it’s almost unnoticeable in public. You refrain from making me look stupid.”
“What would be the point in that? I have a beautiful hypno-slave, not a hypno-dummy to be humiliated at every turn.” I could almost hear the blush. “Although,” I idly continued, “humiliation has its place and time for submissives.” The sharp intake of breath told me about her daydream. “Getting back on point, Klaire—“ She sighed on the other end of the line, signaling her reluctance to release her dream. “I could easily put you into waking trance, and make sure that your business was well attended. I can bury our playful moments until you can afford to have them unearthed. I would not do anything to jeopardize your job. Who knows? If all goes well, maybe you’ll get a promotion for this.”
She considered that for a moment before speaking. “It sounds perfect but…” Her voice trailed off again, and this time it had nothing to do with trance.
I had an inkling of what was bothering her. “But you don’t quite trust me, because you don’t know me, really.”
“I’m afraid that’s the truth, Rob,” she admitted.
“Oh, but Klaire, don’t you see how you do trust me? You have given your self-control to me, willingly, completely, so much so that you’ll go into trance at my suggestion. Just so quickly, so easily slipping into trance… All the way down… so relaxed, so peaceful… so warm and relaxed… Safe and relaxed… Safely… easily… relaxing… into… trance for me. Because you trust me. You trust me to keep you warm, safe, and relaxed, Klaire… All the way relaxed… safe and warm in my voice… give me your will, Klaire… go into trance for me now… three… safe and relaxed… two… trust me… so warm and relaxed… one… so safe now, deeply relaxed… Sleep!” She was under, still on the line. “As you listen to my voice, you will understand, Klaire. You are home alone right now, and I could make you do some very nasty things… you cannot resist me, we both know that… as you relax even more, go even deeper into your trance, and deeper under my control…”
“Deeeeee-per.” It was whisper, followed by a swallow.
“But I would not make you do anything like that, Klaire. Because you trust me to keep you safe… so safe… in the warmth of my voice and your ever-deepening trance… you cannot disobey me, you cannot resist me. I will always make sure that your trust is not misplaced. I will always make sure that you are safe. So very deeep now, Klaire, and still safe. You trust me with your soul, and I will never betray that trust. When I count to ten, you will awake, remaining fully aware of this exercise in trust, and then you can make up your mind. One…”
When I had finished counting, Klaire immediately said, “I am SO horny right now. That was a nice demonstration, Rob. And you are right. I trust you implicitly when I have no control, so why shouldn’t I trust you when I have control? This tells me that if you say you’ll do the right thing, you will. Would you use my waking trance to my benefit?”
“Of course I will, Klaire. The successful completion of your job here means that we should be able to continue our—relationship. It’s also in my best self-interest.”
“That’s most excellent,” she purred. “I will contact you as soon as I have an idea of my schedule, and we can get together for an evening of—fun.” The distinctly lewd overtone in her voice was extremely gratifying—and exciting. “But,” Klaire continued, “now, I need you to help me with a problem. After all, my husband won’t be back for another two hours and I don’t believe that I can wait that long…” I understood, and she went back into trance, her “thirty” special, this time with my voice to guide her to her summit of pleasure. I gained my own release from hers as well. It was clear to both of us that Klaire had consented to be mine, in my home. However, she still had no idea that the “evening of—fun” she had agreed to would turn out to be a week of her being my hypnotized submissive, enslaved to my every desire. This was going to be even better than I had hoped.