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Alison closed the door of the theater office. She just wanted a minute to figure out what happened. She must have been hypnotized, that part she was sure about. What happened after that seemed a little foggy. She did kind of remember stripping in front of the guys, and she did remember getting really turned on. She also remembered wanting to do anything the hypnotist said. Obeying his commands was kind of sexy too. Alison couldn't believe what she was feeling. Was she really turned on by becoming a slutty submissive plaything to some guy who had invaded her mind? That was the last thing a Barton girl was supposed to be thinking. |
| Thank gawd her mother wasn't in town to see this, or her father,
the senator. She prayed that word of this debacle wouldn't get back to Texas,
or Washington, or the rest of the Wesley student body for that matter. Alison
Barton had a reputation as being one of the most upstanding, strong, virtuous
young women in high society. "Can I help you?", a voice asked from the other side of the room, it was a familiar voice... it sent shivers up Alison's spine. 'I'm sorry I thought I was alooooohmygawd!", she said as she realized who was in the room with her. |
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"Well, I see you remember me. I'm flattered, the hypnotist said. |
| Alison said nothing, she just looked down. "Because you are experiencing feelings you never thought you'd feel?", he asked. Alison still said nothing. The hypnotist approached her. "A have a confession to make", he said. Alison was still silent. "I think I have a bit of a crush on you", he told her. "What?", she finally said. "A crush, I think I have a bit of a crush on you" "Why do you say that?" |
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"Well, I've been doing this for a few years now. When
I first started, I used to play with my women subjects all the time. Then,
I found myself becoming increasingly more selective. I haven't had a lady
come back to my dressing room in months" "You didn't have me come back here, I was looking for a room to be alone in for a minute and I just happened to choose this one", Alison said, defiantly "Look into my eyes", he said abruptly. She immediately did so, "Alison", he said, "You don't really believe that is true do you?" |
| "YES, I do! Believe me, I was not looking for you!" "Say something raunchy about yourself" "I've got a really sweet pussy", she said immediately. "Is that so?" "What have you done? You're still inside my head, aren't you?" "Does that bother you?" "Yes" "Are you sure?" "What do you mean, of course I'm sure.. I guess... what do you mean?" |
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"I mean, some women find it thrilling to be in my thrall. Some women,
especially strong women like yourself, secretly want to submit, they want
to be controlled. I think you are the same. It's sort of a secret fantasy
you have to be controlled completely by a mysterious stranger. A stranger
who can free you from the social restraints, allow you to express your
self sexually, allow you to become a completely sexual being, a submissive
sex slave.Tell me that is your secret sexual fantasy Alison" |
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"Look deeper into my eyes Alison, look deeper into my eyes as you
feel my hypnotic hold embrace you... Yes Alison, it is your fantasy to
be completely controlled, completely dominated by your lover. It is so
intimate, so romantic. You find it romantic, don't you Alison?",
he asked, pulling out a red long stemmed rose and gently caressing her
face with it. |
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| "Ah yes I thought you might.", said the hypnotist. He confirmed
through her glazed eyes that she was already in a light trance. "I
thought you might want to emmerse yourself in the forbidden romance that
is complete submission to your lover, just as you want to be able to be
free to express your true, sexual self. I can help you realize these unfamiliar
pleasures, all you have to do is let me lead you, let me lead you with no
resistance. Can you do that Alison?", he asked. "Yes...but", she said. It surprised him that she was not yet completely ready to give in. She stammered, then continued, "but I-I shouldn't....it's wrong", she said. |
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"Relax as you feel the rose gently caress
your face, so delicate, so red. What is wrong Alison? " "W-What you're making me do, what your making me feel, it's wrong", she whispered. "The rose is so delicate, so romantic. You're falling completely into my eyes, drowning in the eyes of your strong, controlling, dominating lover. You want to submit. Relax, feel the red delicate rose, relax. What am I making you feel Alison?" "Slutty..... You're making me feel ... slutty... and .... submissive" |
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"Back and forth, slowly caressing. The rose is inticising you more
and more. It is an invitation to our love, a love you long for, a love
you want to give into. Relax. Relax. Falling deeper and deeper into trance.
Relax. Relax. Do you like the way I'm making you feel Alison?" |
| Alison didn't try to argue this time. There were three reasons
for this, one- she was too relaxed to muster up the energy to resist, two
- it felt too good to want to stop it, and three - she knew he was right. "I'm going to free you now Alison. This is my choice, not yours. There is nothing you can do to resist. I want you to gaze into the delicate red rose Alison.", he said. Her eyes fell to the flower. "Good. Now in a moment I am going to direct you to breath in the sweet aroma of this delicate red rose. First though, I am going to tell you a little bit about the history |
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| of the this rose though. As I do, I want you to continue to look deeply at the red rose as you relax more and more, slip deeper and deeper into my hypnotic spell. Alison, this flower comes from the Postelle Valley in France. It is very rare. It has been used as an aphrodisiac for many years. It is said that any woman who inhales the sweet fragrance of the flower instantly and blissfully loses all of her inhibitions. The scent chemically enflames her erogenous hormones, turning the woman into being of pure sexual desire. In their aroused state, her hormones look for male pheromones. All men have a certain amount of pheromones. The woman's hormones are so intent on finding a partner, they make a signature lock on the first male pheromones they come in contact with. Basically, Alison, when a woman smells this flower, she loses ALL of her inhibitions, and becomes consumed with sexual passion for the man that gave her the flower. The flower turns a woman into a willing love slave. This has been done for centuries", he told the entranced girl. |