The Idea

Continuing the story begun in “Sunday Afternoon”


My lady, G, had an incredibly enticing idea that she wanted to share with me.

“It’s very involved,” she told me. “And it will take a lot of time and effort.”

“Will it be worth the time and effort?” I asked.

“Definitely.”

“Then count me in.”

“Great! Here’s the basis for it...”

G queued up a streaming movie for us to watch. She had seen it the previous night, while I was working on a story. It was a low-brow sci-fi thriller that didn’t show me anything I hadn’t seen before. Truth be told, it barely even held my attention until it came to one particular sequence in the middle:

A sexy female spy snuck around the villain’s compound in a leather catsuit and bare feet, the latter so that she didn’t make any noise in her stealthy endeavors. But despite her best efforts, the villain’s security force found her. They subdued her and took her to an interrogation room. There, they strapped her into an ominous looking chair right out of a bondage dungeon.

As the woman struggled helplessly, a mechanical helmet lowered over her head. Over the next minute or so, the helmet placed her into an electronically induced hypnotic state. She fought it at first, but she slowly lost the battle and finally succumbed to the machine. With her mind now completely vulnerable, she was brainwashed into a submissively obedient thrall of the villain.

After that incredible scene, the movie returned to being a bland and banal snoozer. But wow, what a scene that was! I watched it three times, thrilling each time to the bound, barefoot beauty being brainwashed.

“I figured you’d like that,” G said when I had finally finished watching it.

“Oh, yeah!” I said. “So, what’s your idea?”

“My idea is that we role-play that scenario.”

“That’s a wonderful idea. But I’m kind of surprised. I know you let me hypnotize you, and we both have fun with it, but I didn’t think you were actually into being brainwashed.”

“I’m not, really. I mean, I might go along with it in a role-play if you wanted me to. And in order for me to enjoy it as much as you would, I’d probably have you hypnotize me for real first and suggest to me that I would enjoy it for the duration of our game.”

“But you have something different in mind?” I asked.

“Not so much something different as someone different,” she said.

I raised an inquisitive eyebrow. She smiled mischievously at me.

“M,” she said.

G had met M in a college psychology class the previous semester. Although G was older than the twenty-something girl, the two had hit it off and become friends.

While studying together for finals at our place, G had taken a break at my prompting--that is to say, under my hypnotic influence--and hypnotized M to have some fun with her. M had been a fantastic subject, and G had no problem at all getting her young friend to give her some stress relieving attention.

When G was done, I made M forget everything and fall asleep. Then to satisfy my own painfully obvious arousal from watching an attractive co-ed serve and obey my gorgeous lady, I had the still suggestible G take care of me.

It was part of G and my agreement as a couple that any time I hypnotized her, I let her remember everything once she woke up. As such, I knew that she might be annoyed that I had taken her away from studying for the sake of some unscheduled recreation. She had been a bit annoyed, sure enough. But once she got an A in her class, she quickly forgave me. Plus, she had really enjoyed hypnotizing M and told me that she wanted to do it again some time.

So when she grinned slyly at me and said simply, “M,” it was all the explanation I needed.

“Do you have a plan?” I asked.

“I do indeed,” she said.

She told me all about it. Then we set it motion.

G started by inviting M to come over and hang out with her. The two of them settled on the following Saturday afternoon. When it was time for M to arrive that day, I positioned myself in the living room with the sci-fi thriller queued up but paused at five minutes before the sneaking catsuited spy scene.

M arrived not too late after she said she would. I unpaused the movie, as G got up to greet her. M came inside, shed her flip-flops by the door, and apologized profusely for whatever circumstance it was this go-around that kept her from being on time. After G had assured her that she didn’t need to be sorry, the two women headed over to the living room.

Greeting M, I saw that she wore a black T-shirt and black leggings. Her dark hair hung down loosely around her shoulders, and she looked amazing in a casually sexy way--although not as amazing as G looked standing next to her.

“How much longer does your movie go?” G asked me. “I want to show M something on the TV.”

“It goes on for a while,” I said, “but I really just want to see what happens to this one character. She has a big scene coming up, and then after that I can stop it and turn the remote over to you.”

“Sounds good. Scoot over, and we’ll watch with you.”

I made room on the couch. G sat next to me, and M sat next to her. Our timing was perfect: As the three of us settled in, the female character snuck barefoot through the villain’s compound. In no time (and for me, the fourth time), the bad guys apprehended her and dragged her to the interrogation room. From there proceeded her binding and brainwashing. Then, all too soon, it was over again.

“That’s a shame,” I said, pausing the movie. “I was hoping she’d get away. Oh, well.”

“What do you think of the stuff my man watches?” G asked M.

We both knew that M wasn’t a fan of sci-fi. But always the polite one, she just shrugged.

“It looks kind of interesting,” she said. “Although it probably sucks to be that woman.”

We all agreed that, yeah, it probably did suck to be that poor, brainwashed woman.

“Anyway,” G said, turning back to me and holding out her hand expectantly.

With a laugh, I handed her the remote. I kissed her on the cheek, then stood up and went over to sit at the dining room table. From there, I could see G and M, but not the TV.

G left the streaming site and pulled up another one for watching Internet videos. She selected one from her watchlist, went to full screen mode, and pressed play.

“Check this out, M,” she said. “It’s really cool.”

“Okay,” M said, happy to oblige her friend.

Even without seeing it now, I knew exactly what appeared on the screen. A soothing array of swirling colors filled it from end to end, while subliminal flashes of light danced rhythmically across it. M watched this display, initially captivated by it not because she was hypnotized (yet), but simply because her trusted friend had told her it would be worth watching.

G also watched the screen, but previously that day, I had hypnotized her and implanted the suggestion that she would not be entranced by the video. I could see by the fact that she alternated her gaze between the screen, M, and me that my suggestion had worked.

M, however, did not look away from the screen. After about a minute of watching it, she sat still with her eyes wide. Her head nodded slightly up and down. Now her captivation had nothing to do with G’s recommendation and everything to do with falling under a hypnotic spell.

After waiting another minute, G began speaking quietly and calmly to M. She used carefully chosen words to reinforce the visual hypnosis and take M deeper and deeper into a trance. After a time, she began asking M questions, which the young woman responded to promptly and truthfully, if sleepily. Then, G looked over at me and nodded. M was hypnotized, responsive, and suggestible. Now it was time for me to take over.

G shut off the video, and I returned to the living room. I sat down on the couch, this time between G and M. Slowly and methodically, I began suggesting to M that she was the catsuited spy in the movie scene we had recently watched. I reinforced this suggestion over and over again. After a couple of minutes, she told me in no uncertain terms that she was the stealthy spy who had broken into the villain’s compound.

With that success under my belt, I continued. I suggested to her that my living room was, in fact, the interrogation room from the movie. And I told her that my recliner in the corner was the chair with the restraints and the electronic helmet. If, I explained, she were placed in that chair, the restraints would secure her arms and legs in place, and the helmet would lower over her head. Then, under its power, she would fall into a hypnotic trance and be brainwashed into submission.

I knew that this was a lot of information for her to digest, even in her suggestible state. So I took it one concept at a time, and I spent minutes reinforcing each one with repetition. It took time, but eventually she believed everything I told her as the truth.

When I was confident that she was primed and ready for our role-play scenario, I told her that G and I were the security guards from the compound. We had captured her on the prowl, and she was unable to escape from us. Then I instructed her to wake up but continue believing everything that I had told her up to that point.

As she woke from her trance, G and I took her firmly by the arms. Completely in character, she verbally protested and tried to pull free from us. But she put no real strength into the effort, following my suggestion that she couldn’t escape.

We walked her over to the recliner and deposited her into it. Then G pulled the lever that reclined its back and raised its footrest. I held down M’s right arm against the chair and said, “Click,” in mimicry of a steel band from the movie shutting around her wrist. Immediately, M stopped struggling with that arm, except for some twitching of her hand.

G and I looked at each other and grinned. M was completely immersed in this reality we had created for her and was role-playing it exactly as we’d hoped she would.

“Click,” G said, pushing M’s left arm down against the chair.

M stopped struggling with that arm. Then G and I held each of her legs down on the footrest and said click together. That reduced M’s lower body struggles to limp kicks with her bare feet.

Reaching back behind the chair, G pulled out a mixing bowl, sized perfect to fit over the top of M’s head. With M struggling uselessly against nonexistent restraints, G slowly and dramatically lowered the bowl over M’s scalp.

Just as the captive spy had done in the movie, M gasped when the “helmet” was in place. Then, still perfectly emulating the character she believed she was, she began her losing fight against the hypnotic power of the machine.

It took about a minute for M to decline from a state of defiant wakefulness to helpless submission. When she at last closed her eyes and sighed as she entered what she believed was the machine induced hypnotic trance, G began giving her the same instructions that her unknowingly role-played character had received in the movie.

G took a couple of minutes to brainwash M-as-the-spy. Finally, when she was finished, she pulled the bowl off her friend’s head. I then said, “Click,” indicating that the restraints had been undone. M briefly twitched her hands and feet, but otherwise sat there quietly. After a moment, she opened her eyes. Several more seconds passed, and then she found G and me with her gaze.

“I am your slave,” M said, verbatim to the movie’s dialogue. “How may I serve you?”

G and I took turns commanding M to do various things. Mostly we posed her in positions that flattered her young sexy self. But we also had her dance, sing, act like a cat, and do all the classic stage show stuff. After a little while, I turned to my lady.

“Any more ideas on what to have your brainwashed slave do?” I asked.

“Yep,” G said with a smile, then to M, ”Slave, attend me.”

G lay down on the couch with her feet up. She then had M give her a head-to-toe massage. When M got down to her feet, G instructed her friend to worship them. M readily complied, as G began touching herself. This went on for long time, until G was completely sated. Then, it was time for me to take over again.

I took M aside and gave her the final suggestions of the day: Upon waking up, she would forget everything that had happened after watching the movie with G and me. Instead, she would remember watching an entirely mediocre rom-com with G, while I worked on my writing at the dining room table. Something at home had come up, and she would need to leave right now. But she would love to come back over another time to hang out with G.

Unlike my previous suggestions that took a lot of reinforcement to make her believe a completely fabricated reality, M swallowed these much more mundane and believable ones almost immediately.

With her new memories securely in place, I woke M up. She looked at her watch, expressed regret at having to leave, and said goodbye to G and me. She gathered her shoes by the door, said goodbye again, and left.

“So,” G said when M was gone, “what did you think of my idea?”

“I thought it was awesome and a total blast,” I said. “How about you?”

“Oh, I thought the exact same thing. And now I’m thinking, you need some attention.”

“I wouldn’t refuse it.”

“How about you hypnotize me and turn me into a submissive, subservient little tart for the rest of the day?”

“I could definitely do that.”

“All right, then," she said. "I'm ready when you are."

“You are feeling very relaxed,” I said. “Very relaxed and very sleepy. Very, very sleepy....”