Psych Out
Continuing the story begun in Art Project
The front door opened to reveal an attractive auburn-haired woman in a casual blouse and tight jeans standing just inside the threshold.
“You must be Cyril,” she said to the young man standing on the doorstep. “Come in.”
She stepped back in her high-heel sandals, allowing him space to enter. With a nod of thanks, he did. She closed the door behind him.
“I’m looking for Natasha,” Cyril said. “Is she here?”
“Yes. But she’s laying down for a nap right now. I thought you and I could talk.”
“You seem to know who I am,” Cyril said. “But I don’t know who you are.”
“I’m Tina Bachman, Natasha’s psychology professor.”
“Okay. What do you want to talk about?”
“Natasha. Let’s go sit down.”
She walked to the living room. Cyril followed her. They sat down adjacent to one another, she on the couch, he in a chair.
“This morning, Natasha came by my office to talk with me,” Tina said.
“That’s great,” Cyril said, making no attempt to feign his disinterest.
“She told me about a strange dream she had last night. It involved hypnosis and mind control, with her being the subject and made to do whatever her master commanded. I could see that she was completely obsessed by it. Given that Natasha is my friend, and given that hypnosis and obsession pertain to my field of expertise, I felt I should investigate it.”
“How kind of you to show concern. What does any of this have to do with me?”
“Natasha said she wanted to see you this evening. She said she had a burning desire for you to hypnotize her.”
“Yeah, so?”
“I have hypnotized Natasha before, and I know what I’m doing because I am a professional. But I don’t know anything about you, Cyril. I don’t know what skills you have, or what your motives are. As such, I don’t want you hypnotizing her.”
“I see,” Cyril said. “Well, if it will make you feel better, I could show you what my skills are. And then you’d learn my motives, too.”
Tina laughed.
“Oh, really?” she said. “So you think you have some skill as a hypnotist? And you also think that you can hypnotize me? And of course, once you have me in a trance, you’ll be able to suggest all sorts of things to me that I will be powerless to resist, hm?”
Cyril shrugged. Tina laughed again.
“Nice fantasy, Cyril. But it’s not going to happen.”
“Are you sure?”
Cyril pulled an odd looking device from his pocket. Made of metal and plastic, it had a long, thin stem and a large, round head colored with bright swirls. He held it up in front of Tina’s face and thumbed a switch on its side. The object emitted a rising-falling hum, and its head began to turn.
“What is that?” Tina asked indignantly. “Is that supposed to be some kind of induction method?”
She laughed yet again.
“You’re feeling very sleepy,” Cyril said in a soft, calm voice.
“No, I’m really not.”
“You’re feeling very sleepy.”
“No, I’m…”
“You’re feeling very sleepy.”
“I’m...I’m feeling…”
“You’re feeling very sleepy.”
“I’m...feeling very sleepy?” Tina asked.
The colored swirls of the device reflected within her pupils. She swayed slightly within her seat.
“Yes,” Cyril said. “You can’t keep your eyes open. You’re falling asleep.”
“Can’t keep...my eyes open. Falling...asleep.”
Tina let out a sighing breath and closed her eyes. They remained shut.
“Tina, you are now hypnotized. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“You must do whatever I tell you to do.”
“I must do whatever you tell me to do.”
“You are completely submissive to me.”
“I am completely submissive to you.”
“A submissive girl should not wear shoes. That would be a sign of willfulness and independence. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Then what must you do?” Cyril asked.
“I must...take off my shoes.”
Tina reached down and undid the straps to her high heel sandals. Then she slid her bare feet out from them. So far, so good, thought Cyril. But he needed to be certain that she was under his control.
“Tell me,” he said, “Are you really Natasha’s friend?”
“No.”
“What is your relationship to her?”
“She was my student last semester, and…”
“Go on.”
“I used to hypnotize her outside of class,” Tina said. “I conditioned her to serve and obey me.”
“Is that why she told you about her dream today?”
“Yes. She doesn’t consciously know that I hypnotized her. Whenever she encounters hypnosis without me being present, she comes to me as soon as possible to talk about it. She thinks it’s just a friendly chat. But it’s how I ensure that she never finds out that I control her mind. It’s also a safeguard against anyone else trying to.”
“It almost worked, too,” Cyril said. “But you didn’t count on me, or on my little ‘art project.’ Listen to me very carefully, Tina: From now on, you will have no control over Natasha. You will never again be able to hypnotize her. Any time you try, you will become confused and forgetful. You won’t remember any the trigger phrases you’ve implanted in her mind. Nor will you remember any of the induction techniques you would normally use. Hypnotizing Natasha will become an impossibility for you. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Whenever you respond to me while you’re hypnotized, I want you to call me Master.”
“Yes, Master,” Tina said.
“Good. Now let’s go see Natasha.”
Tina opened her eyes and stood up. When Cyril also stood, she turned and walked towards the bedroom with him following behind her.
In the bedroom, Natasha lay on top of the covers of her bed, wearing only a T-shirt and panties. She breathed slowly and evenly.
“Is she asleep naturally, or did you hypnotize her?” Cyril asked Tina.
”I hypnotized her. I didn’t want her awake when you arrived.”
“And if I wake her?”
“She won’t want to talk with you and will resist all your efforts to hypnotize her.”
Cyril knew that Natasha wouldn’t be able to resist his efforts any more than Tina had. But that would be if he used the electronic swirling-spiral inducer. His plan for tonight was to hypnotize her conventionally, using a pocket watch swinging from a long chain. He much preferred the old school approach, which allowed him to go at an enticingly slower pace and savor the drawn-out transition from wakefulness into trance.
So much for that happening now, thanks to Tina’s untimely intervention.
“Tina,” Cyril said.
“Yes, Master.”
“Because you have ruined my plans for Natasha this evening, you are going to be my replacement entertainment. From now until I tell you otherwise, you are no longer Tina Bachman. You are Natasha. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.
“Who are you?”
“I am...Natasha.”
“Are you Tina?”
“No, I am Natasha.”
“Natasha, I want you forget that you went to see Tina today. You didn’t go to see her. You didn’t tell her about your dreams or about me. You didn’t do these things because she never hypnotized you, and she has no sway over you. Got it?”
“Yes,” Tina said.
“Did you see Tina today?”
“No.”
“What is it you want to do tonight?”
“I want you to hypnotize me, to fulfill my erotic desires, like in my dream. I want you to control me.”
“And that is what I’m going to do. When we leave this room, you will wake up, although you will still be Natasha, not Tina. You will be thrilled that I am here to hypnotize you. And once I put you under, you will be extremely suggestible and compliant until I finally wake you up. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Now, there’s just one more thing to take care of. Look at your clothes. Are they clothes that you normally wear at home?”
“No,” Tina said.
“What are you going to do about that?”
Tina turned to look at Natasha. She frowned thoughtfully for a moment, then walked over to a dresser and began rummaging through it. Soon, she pulled out a brushed cotton T-shirt. She lay it on the bed, then started stripping off her own clothes. When she was down to just her panties, she put on Natasha’s shirt.
“Very good, Natasha,” Cyril said. “Now let’s go back to the den and fulfill your desires.”
Tina followed Cyril out of the room. As soon as they were in the hallway, her face lit up in a huge grin. She knew that she was about to get exactly what she wanted.