Busted
by GlassO
Tags:
#cw:noncon
#dom:female
This story was inspired by someone who met a woman on the bus who wanted to show them magnetic fingers. My friend declined...but what if they hadn't?
Sunny didn’t want to appear rude, so she did her best to avert her gaze from the strange ritual this woman sitting across from her on the #3 bus was performing. It’s not something you see every night in Reykjavik.
The woman would alternate from looking at something on her phone, and then clasping her fingers together with her pointer fingers extended and separated. It would appear the woman was trying to keep them apart, and every time they would slowly drift closer together until they touched. It appeared the woman was talking to herself as she performed this act.
Sunny, as a rule, did not talk to strangers. It just wasn’t done. But her intense curiosity eventually got the best of her.
“Excuse me, I don’t mean to intrude,” she asked meekly, “but I am burning with curiosity about what it is you’re doing. Might I ask?”
The woman looked up at her, slightly embarrassed. She seemed unaware that she had gained an audience.
“I’m terribly sorry,” the woman replied in American-accented English, “but I don’t speak Icelandic. Though I’m guessing you’re asking about my magnetic fingers.”
“Magnetic fingers?” Sunny asked, switching to English.
“Yes,” the woman continued, “it’s a hypnotic phenomenon. Many people who are new to hypnosis don’t believe they have the capacity to be hypnotized. Sometimes they think hypnosis is fake, or that they are too strong-willed to be hypnotized. Having them experience something simple like magnetic fingers shows them that they have the ability and more-importantly, the imagination to go into hypnosis. Have you ever been hypnotized before?”
Sunny thought for a moment. She didn’t think she’d ever been hypnotized. But then, maybe a hypnotist could have told her to forget that she had been hypnotized...however that seemed highly unlikely.
“I don’t think so,” Sunny said. “Though I suppose it is possible I’ve been hypnotized to forget that!”
The woman laughed. “I doubt that very much! Hypnosis is not like how you see it in the movies! You’re not a puppet under some Svengali’s spell! A hypnotist merely guides you into a hypnotic state...which is a very natural and regular occurrence. For example: Have you found yourself so focused on something, that everything else just sort of fades away? Like reading a book, or studying, or talking with someone in an intense and intimate conversation...and then someone calls your name but you don’t hear them, because you were so focused. That is an example of a hypnotic state.
Sunny nodded as the woman spoke. It also occurred to her that she was focusing now, quite intently on this woman talking to her. Background noise had faded away. The woman had a strange way of talking. There was a rhythm to it. An intensity. A strange intimacy.
“See, I think you would make an ideal hypnotic subject. Just by looking at you, your quirky fashion sense...and I mean that in the best way possible, the way you’ve done your hair and make up...I would guess that you’re a very imaginative person. Would you describe yourself that way?”
“Yes,” Sunny said, sort of proudly. “I like to draw, make music.”
“That’s good,” said the woman. “I imagine you day dream quite a bit. Have a vivid inner life so to speak. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes..”
“That’s perfect,” said the woman. “You are absolutely a perfect candidate for hypnosis. Would you like to try my ‘magic fingers’ experiment? I can tell you’re curious. I was practicing my ‘patter’ so to speak. I’m in town meeting some other....hypnosis enthusiasts for a conference.”
Sunny hesitated. Yes she was curious...but how safe was this? To let herself be hypnotized by some strange woman she’d just met on the bus? Countering her hesitancy was the fact that this woman was decidedly attractive though probably twice Sunny’s age. Early 40s? Maybe? And clearly she was some sort of professional practitioner. A hypnotherapist most likely. What other explanation could there be?
The woman sensed Sunny’s hesitancy.
“I can tell you’re hesitating,” she said, as if reading Sunny’s mind. “And truly, I’m offering this only to slake your curiosity...and, I will admit, so I can have some practice introducing this technique to my fellow hypnosis partners.”
“I’m sorry,” said Sunny. “To be honest, it does make me a little nervous, I suppose I have seen too many movies. It’s nothing against you.”
“Hey,” said the woman, “if it wasn’t for Kaa in The Jungle Book, I might have never become a hypnotist! But I get that. So a couple things...first...this isn’t hypnosis. This is what we call a ‘warm-up’. It’s designed to get people used to the idea that their imagination can be very powerful and influential. So you won’t be going into hypnosis. Secondly, even if you were going into hypnosis, know that a person will never do anything they don’t want to do in a hypnotic state. You just can’t do it. If I’m hypnotizing someone to stop smoking, I’ll first ask them if they want to stop. If they say, ‘no’, well then, I won’t bother even trying to hypnotize them to get them to stop. A person has to want the thing.”
“What about people in stage shows who cluck like a chicken? Is that what they want?”
“Yes!” the woman said emphatically. “They absolutely want the attention, the limelight, and the good time that comes with putting on a good show. And if it means clucking like a chicken...they do it willingly and enthusiastically.”
The woman lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Do you secretly want to cluck like a chicken?”
Sunny laughed. “No...okay, you’ve sold me. Show me these magnetic fingers.”
The woman smiled. Perhaps a bit slyly.
“Okay,” she began, and she clasped her hands in front of Sunny. “Just do what I do. First, I want you to clasp your fingers together like this. Firmly together.”
Sunny clasped her hands. It reminded her of praying.
“Now extend your forefingers like this.” And the woman extended her forefingers with about a 5mm gap between them. Sunny followed.
“And now,” the woman said, lowering her voice a bit. “I’d like you to concentrate on the space in the middle. Focus all your attention there and imagine that in tips of your fingers are 2 very powerful magnets. Imagine the intense attraction they have upon each other! Imagine those finger tips wanting to come together and lock into place!”
To Sunny’s amazement, her fingers began to slowly come together!
“Yes!” the woman said,”Your imagination is kicking in as you imagine those powerful magnets, bringing those fingers closer and closer together...closer and closer..yes...just like that! You’re doing so well!”
Sunny wasn’t really paying too much attention to what the woman was saying. She was absolutely fascinated watching the gap between her fingers get smaller and smaller. She even tried to will her fingers to stop closing, but she could not! They just wanted to touch, and she knew that when they did they would be stuck together.
“Almost touching now,” continued the woman. “And when they touch I think you’ll find they become helplessly STUCK together. Won’t that be a curious thing? I’m sorry, what’s your name deary?”
“Sunny...”Sunny heard herself say. It was odd. She was starting to feel slightly removed from her body as she was watching her fingers move on their own.
“Yes, won’t that be a curious thing Sunny, seeing those fingers stuck together...just...like....that!”
And Sunny’s fingers came together. Stuck, just as the woman predicted.
“You’re doing so well Sunny and now let’s get those fingers really stuck! Imagine a very sticky and heavy glue pouring down over those fingers making them even more stuck together! Encasing them in a shell of this sticky adhesive. Can you imagine that Sunny?”
“Yes....” Sunny said. She could imagine it quite clearly. Honey colored adhesive just running down the tips of her fingers holding them fast, absolutely stuck together.
“My name, by the way, is Dr. Balia. Isn’t this a fascinating phenomenon, Sunny? Aren’t you glad you asked me about what I was doing?”
“Yes Dr. Balia.”
“And do you think you won’t be able to pull those fingers apart if you tried?”
The question confused Sunny. No she won’t or yes she won’t?
“Try and separate those fingers Sunny. I think your imagination won’t let you. It’s having too much fun letting those fingers be so STUCK. So sticky and STUCK! Dr. Balia snapped her fingers every time on the word ‘stuck’ to really add punctuation.
Sunny tried. Really tried to get those fingers apart. But they would not budge. She stared in disbelief.
“They won’t come apart Dr. Balia! This really is quite amazing!”
“See Sunny, I knew you were a good candidate for hypnosis. So imaginative, so willing to follow simple instructions. It feels nice doesn’t it? Being in trance like this? What does it feel like for you? Everyone experiences trance differently. Some people feel floaty, others feel heavy. Some people can get very excited and others deeply relaxed, and some feel a mixture of both. What does trance feel like for you?”
Sunny didn’t know why she answered the way she did. She could not imagine herself sharing this shameful secret with anyone. But for some unknowable reason she shared it with this woman. This stranger. This beautiful stranger.
“It arouses me.” she said with pure honesty. “I feel terribly embarrassed. I don’t know why I said that.” Sunny burned with shame for saying it. She worried she would offend the doctor.
It occurred to her then why she said it. She was hypnotized. It felt easy to obey and follow instructions. But the woman said that a hypnotized person wouldn’t do something they didn’t really want to do...which meant...either the woman lied or...more likely...this is what she really wanted. Truly wanted.
Sunny was too focused on her stuck fingers to notice Dr. Balia’s widening smile. If she’d looked up she might have described it as predatory.
Dr. Balia quickly got up and sat next to Sunny. Putting an arm around her to reassure her.
“Oh Sunny,” she cooed, “that was very brave of you to admit something so personal and I have to tell you that you have nothing to be ashamed about. Sexual arousal is not a completely uncommon response to dropping into hypnosis as you are now. I have seen men develop tremendous erections while under hypnosis, and many of my female subjects have reported sexual arousal as you are feeling now. Feeling their genitals get warm and tingly and wet, just like you are right now, isn’t that right?”
“Yes...” Sunny said. Feeling a bit better, but still very dreamy. Dr. Balia was rocking her slowly with her body and she was enjoying the contact. She could feel Dr. Balia’s breast pressed up against her arm and she enjoyed the softness.
“In fact, I imagine that as you drop deeper and deeper into hypnosis for me, you’ll find yourself getting more and more aroused,” Dr. Balia continued as she swayed in small circles, keeping Sunny just slightly off balanced. “And I think you’ll find that the deeper you go, the more aroused you’ll become, and the more aroused you are, the deeper you’ll go, isn’t that right, Sunny?”
“Yes...”
“That’s my good girl...now let’s get those fingers unstuck and have you drop even deeper for me. I’m going to count to three...and when I reach three, I’m going to gently blow on your fingers and you’ll find that those fingers will separate naturally and gently..and when they do, you’ll find that your eyes will just want to close and you can allow yourself to fall deeper and deeper into my trance. Doesn’t that sound nice?”
“Yes...”
“And what happens when you go deeper into trance Sunny?”
“I get more aroused...”
“Good girl, that’s right, you’re doing so well. And what happens when you get more aroused?”
“Good girl, that’s right, you’re doing so well. And what happens when you get more aroused?”
“I go deeper into trance...”
“Yes. You are such a good subject Sunny. Such a powerful imagination...and I’m counting to 3 now.
“1, fingers getting ready to separate...the glue is melting away, and your eye lids are getting a little bit heavier..”
“2, almost there, eyes heavier and heavier, ready to take you into deep trance.”
“And 3.”
Dr. Balia leaned forward and blew gently on Sunny’s fingers, and just as she’d promised, her fingers separated quite naturally. However Sunny did not get to witness this, as her eyes fell closed, feeling so heavy and sleepy. Her head felt heavy too and it gently leaned forward onto her chest.
“That’s it Sunny. Deeper and deeper. Listening to my words and to my voice. Deeper and deeper.
Dr. Balia took a quick glance at her watch and estimated she had about 15 minutes to deepen Sunny’s trance before their stop. The host of the hypnokink party she was headed to, had told everyone that they shouldn’t feel obligated to bring anything, but Dr. Balia had always been taught that it was rude to arrive at a party empty-handed.
HAH!!! Oh what a loverly ending!