When I answer the door and find Cara standing there, I must admit that I'm surprised, but not unpleasantly so.

"Hi, Cyril," she says. "Sorry to show up unannounced."

"Hi, Cara. Not a problem. Come on in."

Once she is inside, I close the door behind her. Then I give her a friendly hug. We are friends, after all, and though unexpected, her visit is not unwelcome.

"Am I interrupting anything?" she asks. "Weekend plans? Devious deeds or the like?"

I laugh. She isn't entirely joking when she speculates what I might be up to. Not that it would bother her if I was up to such things. She knows me and knows what I do. But on this Friday evening, I'm unoccupied. At least I was until she arrived.

"Honestly, no. I have nothing going on."

"Okay. Good. As long as I'm not keeping you from something."

"Not at all. Drink?"

"That would be great, thanks."

I lead her into the kitchen, where I pour us both drinks. Then, I take her to the den. She knows the way, having been there several times. I indicate one of two catty-corner chairs where she can sit down. I take the other one.

We sip our drinks, and I take a moment to look at her. She is a beautiful woman, who has taken care with her appearance, but not at all in an overdone way. Her auburn hair hangs loose around her face and over her shoulders. She wears a casual, form flattering dress without hosiery. Strappy, open-toed pumps adorn her feet.

"I came over because I was wondering," she says, "well, hoping, actually..."

"Yes?"

"If you had time for a session tonight."

Her request brings a smile to my lips. As a friend, I would oblige her in any way I could. But in this way, I would be hard pressed to say no. Even if I didn't have time for a session with her, I would make time.

That is because the type of session she refers to is hypnosis. I am a skilled hypnotist. And she loves being hypnotized. Perhaps some would find that an odd basis for a friendship. But neither she nor I do.

She sees my smile and matches it.

"Is that a yes?" she asks hopefully.

"It certainly is."

Her smile grows bigger.

I have hypnotized her several times now, each time using a different induction method. She has her favorites ways, and so do I. But we both enjoy the sessions regardless of how I put her under.

Truth be told, enjoy is an understatement of how we both feel about our sessions. A less euphemistic description would be that we get off on them. We share a hypno-fetish. Hypnotizing women does it for me. And being hypnotized does it for her.

"Any thoughts on the induction?" she asks.

Again, she does have her favorites. But she is willing to try anything because she knows she will enjoy the end result.

"Hm."

"I did say that I'd consent to go under that thing you showed me. What did you call it?"

"The hypno-helmet. Or, as Mauri so endearingly labeled it, The Cyril Machine."

"Right, The Cyril Machine. How appropos. Hahaha. Well, if you want to use that, I'm game."

"Strapping you into that chair and watching the machine hypnotize you does sound appealing. So, yes, we need to do that sometime. But not tonight."

"All right, we'll save that for another session. Do you need time to think of another method? Or should I come up with one?"

"I have one."

"Great!" she says, her eyes sparkling with delight. "What do you need me to do?"

"Shoes off."

"They always end up off anyway," she says with a knowing nod and giggle.

She has of course learned that hypnosis is only one of my fetishes. She has also learned that by indulging this other one, I will ensure she gets just as much enjoyment out of it as I do.

It takes her a moment to undo the straps, and then she slips off each shoe one at a time. When her feet are bare, I can see the fullness of the fresh pedicure that she sports. Her feet look as lovely--and to me as sexy--as the rest of her. She wiggles her toes and winks at me, telling me nonverbally that she knows what I think, and she agrees with my assessment.

"So, how are you going to put me under?" she asks with anticipation. "Something new, or something you've used before?"

"Remember the foot rub induction?"

"How could I forget it? Unless you suggested I did. Hahaha. But you didn't do that, so yes, I remember. It was wonderful. So relaxing. Even though I balked at it in the beginning. It turned out to be absolutely divine."

"Glad you liked it as much as I did. But I'm not going to use that one specifically. More like a variation on a theme."

She raises an eyebrow in curosity. Then she shrugs, accepting whatever it is I'm going to do.

I gesture for her to lift up her legs. She does so. I gently grasp her ankles and lightly tug her closer to me. She goes along with the movement. Then I place her feet in my lap.

"Well, I figured my feet might end up here once I was hypnotized and following your suggestions." she says. "But while I'm still awake? That's unexpected and a bit forward, no?"

She winks at me again.

"Like you coming over unannounced and asking for a hypnosis session?"

"Touche!"

We both chuckle. I let our laughter die down naturally. And then, it's time to begin.

She knows the drill. She gets comfortable. She calms herself. She watches me intently. And she listens.

"An induction is all about repetition. When you see a swinging a pocket watch, you focus on it moving back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. When you look at a swirling spiral, you focus on it going round and round, round and round, round and round, round and round. When you gaze at a rhythmically pulsing light, you focus on it flashing on and off, on and off, on and off, on and off, on and off."

The cadence of my words and tone of my voice quickly captivate her. My repetition of phrases begins to slowly lull her. I continue.

"Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth...round and round, round and round, round and round, round and round, round and round...on and off, on and off, on and off, on and off, on and off, on and off. There is also this motion: up and down."

I take hold of her ankles again. This time, I press her bare soles up against me. Then, I guide her feet up and down in a slow, steady rhythm that matches what I say.

"Up and down, up and down, up and down. Focus on that movement: up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down. Feel it relaxing you. Up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down. So relaxing. You feel so relaxed."

She sighs almost inaudibly and leans back slightly in her chair. I let go of her ankles, but she continues to move her feet robotically up and down on her own.

"Up and down, up and down, up and down. Moving your feet like that makes you feel sleepy. Up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down. Very sleepy. Up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down. So very sleepy. You feel so very sleepy."

Her eyes begin fluttering. She yawns silently. And she continues moving her feet up and down.

She reacts just as expected and desired to the induction. And I react to her precisely cadent movements. Although relaxation and sleepiness are the opposite of what her feet elicit from me.

"Up and down, up and down, up and down. All you want to do now is keep moving your feet and drift off to sleep. Up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down. Keep moving your feet and drift off to sleep. Up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down.  Keep moving your feet and drift off to sleep."

Her eyes close. Her head nods forward. But she doesn't stop moving her feet. My reaction increases.

"Up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down..."

I pause and watch her. She neither opens her eyes, nor ceases her pedial motions. She is now completely under.

"Can you hear me, Cara?"

"...Yes..." she says in a quiet, monotone drawl.

"You are hypnotized. Say it."

"...I am hypnotized..."

"You have no will of your own."

"...I have no will of my own..."

"You will do whatever I say."

"...I will do whatever you say..."

"Open your eyes but don't wake up. Good. Now, stop until I say start."

I gently push against her toes, indicating what she is to stop doing. She complies. Then, I quickly make the area where she was touching me as bare as her feet.

"Start."

Without hesitation, she begins rubbing her feet up and down against me. I can't even begin to describe how amazing it feels. But, hogging all the enjoyment is not what I do with her.

"You love how this feels, Cara. The more I react to what you're doing, the better it's going to feel for you. The more aroused you see and feel me get, the more aroused you're going to get. As long as you keep moving your feet up and down, you may do whatever you want with your hands."

Her suggestible mind responds to everything I say. She continues rubbing her feet on me (up and down, up and down, up and down), growing flushed and beginning to breathe more heavily as she does. Soon, her hands begin twitching. She reaches for the hem of her dress. She hikes it up. Then she reaches into her panties.

Now, her hands work on herself with the same rhythm that her feet work on me.

"Faster."

She increases her pace.

"Faster."

She does so even more.

"You are ready to finish. But you can't until I give you permission. Do you want permission?"

"...Yes..."

"Ask for it."

"...May I have permission to finish?"

"Ask for it again, from your master."

"...May I have permission to finish, Master?"

"Again."

"...May I have permission to finish, Master?"

Her pleas grow more desperate.

"I will let you soon. When I do, you will remain hypnotized. Now, ask me again."

"...May I have permission to finish, Master?"

"Again."

"...May I have permission to finish, Master?"

"You have permission."

She immediately finishes. Her scream of ecstasy goes on for nearly a minute, before finally fading into a protracted moan.

As for me, I finish exactly when she does. Though I don't scream, I am not quiet about it, either.

Now, we are both exhausted and spent. As instructed, she remains hypnotized. I will wake her up soon. And I will allow her to remember everything that happened, so that she may get the most out of her enjoyment.

Well, that is not entirely true. There are a few things I won't let her remember. I will implant some post-hypnotic suggestions in her mind that she'll follow without realizing it. I've done it before. It's why she decided to come over on what she thought was a whim. Oh, my surprise was genuine enough when she got here. But that is because I never suggested when she should stop by, only that she should at some point.

Another suggestion she unknowingly acted on was getting a pedicure before she showed up. Why wouldn't I want her feet to look and feel as amazing as they do? So, tonight I'll give her similar suggestions and a couple of other fun ones, too.

I mean, she does know that I'm a doer of devious deeds. And she still wants me to hypnotize her anyway. As long as we continue to enjoy ourselves, we'll both keep doing what we're doing.