I checked my phone again. Was I really in the right building? I re-read the directions and I was sure I had followed them perfectly. I looked at the unmarked door and took a deep breath. I’ve come this far.
 
I knocked 3 times, waited 3 seconds, and knocked 3 times again.
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“Welcome! Please come in. My name is Ashley.”

 

“Huh… Hi there.” I said shyly as I stepped in the room.
 
“Name please?” she asked with a smile.
 
I looked her over and briefly wondered if I was in the right place. Her outfit was pretty conservative. Then again, why would she advertise that she was hosting an erotic hypnosis mixer? The only indication that hinted at it was the tattoo she had on her wrist. It looked like a pocket watch. I looked up and saw that she was waiting patiently for my answer.
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“Sophie… Sophie Smith.” I said, hoping that she wouldn’t notice that I had made the name up.
 
By the way she smiled as she wrote it down, I knew she had. Would that disqualify me?
 
“You seem nervous Honey… First time coming here?” she asked.
 
“Yeah…” I said looking down. “That obvious huh?”
 
“A little…” she said as she leaned forward to whisper. “But everyone here went through the same… So chin up! Nothing wrong with wanting to join in. Ok?”
 
I just nodded. She smiled and straightened up.
 
“Well, since it is your first time, I don’t have you on file. Which means I have to ask you a few questions. Is that ok?”
 
I expected as much and nodded. This private party had a bunch of hoops you had to go through if you wanted to earn an invitation. Long exhaustive forms to fill out. Questions to answer again and again… It comforted me that they went through the trouble of vetting the people that joined in. It also scared the hell out of me! Some of the information was rather personal…
 
“Since you ended up on my side of the party, I assume you were given the white invitation? Can I see it?”
 
I immediately went through my purse and pulled it out. She looked it over a little before taking out a UV light. I was amazed as I watched her shine it over the invitation, revealing an intricate pattern. The level of secrecy made me think of some secret club. As I looked at the drawing, I immediately realized that within it, there was the same pocket watch. Was it some sort of logo or crest?
 
At the bottom, there was also some sort of number. She examined it for a few minutes and then looked through her clipboard. She finally found what she was looking for and smiled.
 
“Here you are...” she whispered as she placed the paper on top.
 
My eyes were drawn to the big wooden door on the far wall. 
 
“Again… Just to confirm.” She said as she read the paper. “You understand this invite means you will enter the party as a potential subject. This IS what you wish for, correct?”
 
“That’s right.” I said shyly.
 
She eyed me a little before smiling.
 
“Perfect! I ask because some newcomers don’t end up at the right entrance.”
 
“Right entrance? There is another one?”
 
“Oh yes!” she said as she took out a box. “The second entrance is on the other side of the building. That one is reserved for those that get the black invitation.”
 
I didn’t understand the need for 2 separate invitation styles. Let alone 2 entrances. She immediately knew my invitation was for subjects… So that would mean…
 
“Are the black invitations for the huh… You know…” I said, suddenly shy to voice my hopes.
 
“The hypnotists? Of course! Be it subject or hypnotist, we screen each candidate thoroughly I assure you. This isn’t some big hypno orgy. We pride ourselves on keeping a close eye on everyone.” She said with a smile. “Do you know how these little get together started?”
 
“I’m afraid I don’t.”
 
She smiled and put the box back down.
 
“Well the first thing you need to know is that this whole party is funded by a single man. We call him the Owner. For obvious reasons, he chooses to stay anonymous. Which I know you can appreciate… Sophie Smith.”
 
Her smile gave me the feeling she was sarcastic, which told me she didn’t mind that I didn’t give my real name.
 
“I’m not too sure what prompted him to start these parties, but I know that the main reason he did was to offer a safe space for erotic hypnotists and eager subjects to mingle and pair off.”
 
“Like some kind of speed dating for erotic hypnosis circles… yeah… I have to admit… That’s the only reason I decided to come.”
 
“It’s the main reason EVERYONE comes!” she said with a smile. “This being said, he doesn’t tolerate ANY rule breaking. The last hypnotist that tried to bypass our rules found himself expelled from the party… Among other unpleasant things…”
 
The way she said it got me intrigued.
 
“What happened to him?” I asked.
 
She looked at me for a moment before looking around the small room. Satisfied, she leaned forward to whisper.
 
“I heard that the Owner decided to deal with it himself! You might hear a lot of gossip about that while you are inside, but I saw him go into his office… And let me tell you… The guy WASN’T the same when he came out!”
 
Satisfied she had revealed enough of the story for me to get the point, she straightened up again and lifted the box. My mind raced as I imagined that the Owner had taken it upon himself to punish the disobedient hypnotist. Did he hypnotize him I wondered? It would surely be fitting!
 
“Now…” she continued. “As you may have guessed, there are strict rules. Even for you eager subjects.”
 
I nodded and listened intently. I wasn’t sure if I would like the party or the people I would meet, but I definitely didn’t want to pass up this chance. I had longed to fulfill my fantasy for so long.
 
“And of course, there are specific rules for the hypnotist. Let’s first go over the ones that apply to both. Ok?”
 
“Of course.”
 
“While you are in the comment room, no one is to try and hypnotize, or incite others to hypnotize, anyone else. Meaning that you can’t tease and dare hypnotist to claim you right then and there. The thought of breaking the rules like that might be wildly erotic, but it is forbidden for a reason. Furthermore, you can’t push someone else to hypnotize someone covertly. Or push someone to ask to be hypnotized. No form of social pressure is tolerated. Understood?”
 
“I understand.”
 
“Good.” She said before leaning back towards me. “That’s what the idiot hypnotist tried to do…”
 
“I see…”
 
“You are also not allowed to ask for any sort of private information. The only information you may share while in our humble abode must be centered around your fantasies. After all… You are both here to find someone to live out wild fantasies with. I’m not saying you couldn’t find a husband… But these parties are for the sinful parts of ourselves… Not the romantic ones.”
 
“I understand.”
 
“Very good. Before you enter, I will give you a sort of cheat sheet. This chart will help you choose the men, or women, you wish to speak to. The first stage of the party is the mixer. You may roam the room and talk with anyone you wish. The sheet will help you talk with the right people.”
 
“I… I don’t understand.”
 
“Each hypnotist will be clearly identified by the black mask they will be wearing.” She said as she opened the box and took out the object inside.
 
“Oh wow…” I said as I saw her take out a white mask. “It’s just like the ones you see in masquerade balls.”
 
“It is…” she said as she gave it to me. “This will be yours. Black masks mean they are here to hypnotize people while the white ones…” she said before I cut her off.
 
“Is for people like me that want to be hypnotized.” I said as I placed the mask on my face.
The lining was so soft! I removed it and looked it over. It was very ornate and thick.
 
“Exactly.” She said as she put the box on the table.
 
“Black… White… Got it. But… Why the cheat sheet?”
 
“Because…” she said as she opened the other box on the table. “The sheet will help you speak to hypnotists that are most likely to want the same things you wish to experience.”
 
She gestured towards the open box and I could see a bunch of different colored inserts. I looked at my mask again and saw that around the outer edge of the mask, there were small slots. When I looked up at the girl in front of me, she smiled and took my mask back.
 
“First question. Men? Woman? Both?”
 
“Huh… You mean hmm…”
 
“The ones you like to fuck Honey.” She said with a wink. “You can choose not to advertise your sexual orientation as a way to entice them to come speak to you. You could even lie and advertise something you aren’t into. But since you are a subject, I would advise to be truthful. Especially since it is your first time. You could also advertise you are into one gender while in fact, for the right hypnotist, you could swing both ways… Let them figure it out. Discover it… Your choice Honey.”
 
She lifted up 3 inserts: Black, white and a black one with white strips.
 
“I see what you mean… Hmm… Let’s start with men then.”
 
“Excellent!” she said as she picked up a black insert and placed it on my mask. “Next, are you here to experience sexual activities? Or would you just like to be hypnotized and made to do sexy routines?”
 
“Huh… I’m not sure.” I said.
 
“Ok…” she said as she picked up a yellow insert. “This insert means you are willing, if you accept to let yourself be hypnotized by someone of course, to let the person fuck you. Or maybe just be made to pleasure him or her.” She said as she picked up a red insert. “This one tells the hypnotist that you are willing to let them hypnotize you, but you don’t want any physical contact. Like you are saying you are ready to strip for them, but you don’t want to fuck them.” She said as she picked up an orange one. “And this one means you find yourself somewhere in the middle…”
 
I was getting so wet as I thought of how the evening might turn out.
 
“I understand the yellow and red one… But I’m afraid I’m not clear on the orange one.”
 
“The orange one is a little special…” she said with a smile. “It means that you might be willing to do SOME sexual things, but not all of them… Don’t get me wrong, we are all here because hypnosis turns us on so regardless of the color you choose to wear, you’ll get some form of satisfaction.”
 
“I’m still not clear on what it tells them if I wear the orange one.”
 
“Think of it this way… If you wear the orange one, you’ll get lots of attention… Mainly because it means you will place limits before hand on what you are willing to do with any given hypnotist.”
 
“Why would that attract more attention than a yellow one? If I were a hypnotist here to find a willing erotic subject, I would probably want to talk people with yellow tags.”
 
“You wouldn’t be wrong. Yellow attracts a lot of attention. But…” she said, clearly finding her own thoughts arousing. “Orange usually means you are placing limits… Limits you kind of… Dare… The hypnotist to push you over...”
 
I didn’t push the issue, but it seemed my face told her I still didn’t get it.
 
“Let’s say you wear the orange insert and when asked, you tell them oral sex is off the table yah?” she said and I nodded. “Well most hypnotists will take it as a challenge. They will understand that they won’t be able to make you go down on anyone, but…” she said as she squirmed a little. “They also know that over the course of each successful session, they might be able to… go around? Your initial refusal… So maybe… As you go back to them again and again… They’ll be able to either work around your refusal, or make you break it through other means.”
 
“So…” I said, finally starting to get it. “Orange would be a sort of… Soft no? Like saying I won’t fuck you right away, but I’d like you to try and make me.”
 
“That is a very good way of putting it. But even then, please make sure to say clearly if any given sexual act is COMPLETELY off the table. Being ‘forced’ can be incredibly erotic, but make sure you know your own limits.” She said as she lifted all 3. “Well Sophie, which would you like to start with?”
 
I looked them over and my loins knew exactly which I wanted to pick, but my head was telling me to play it safe. It was my first time after all. Who knew what type of people were going to be present. I pointed to the red one. Ashley just smiled and installed it on my mask.
 
“Good choice for a first visit. A girl can’t sell herself off too quickly. I myself spent quite a few parties as a red girl.”
 
“Really? You… You’ve been to these parties?”
 
“Oh yes!” she said excitedly. “I love these parties. I’m so grateful to be able to work here and help others find the bliss I discovered by coming here.”
 
“That does sound wonderful…” I said. “You say work… You don’t go in and huh… Play?”
 
“Me? No… Not anymore. I’ve found my ideal hypnotist and now I work as a monitor for these parties.”
 
“Really?” I asked, suddenly very curious about the hypnotist that she ended up with. “Did you meet him at one of these parties?”
 
“Oh yes! He is incredible... Very imaginative… He makes me hotter than I’ve ever felt in my life! But don’t worry Honey… Someone in there is bound to be interesting enough to at least explore your kink. You wouldn’t believe how diversified the people are in there. No kink or desire is too weird believe me! Which reminds me… You need to understand that by stepping through those doors, you can’t judge anything you see. Especially at face value. Desires are completely free to express themselves in there.”
 
“I understand. I’ll try to be as open as I can.”
 
“I have a feeling you will. Still… Let me be crystal clear about this next rule: Consent is paramount inside these walls. Rape play and wanting to experience a forced brainwashing is fine, but you must agree to it first. Understood? If you see any suspect behavior, you must report it to one of us immediately.”
 
“I will! I promise!” I said.
 
She looked at me and seemed to be gauging my answer. She finally nodded once and smiled.
 
“Good!” she said. “Now since you have chosen a red insert… We won’t be needing these.”
 
I watched her put a few inserts aside.
 
“May I ask what they are for?”
 
“You’ll have them on your cheat sheet, but basically…” she said as she picked up a blue one. “This one means you allow oral sex…” She then picked up a pink one. “This one means you allow pussy fucking… With or without toys of course…” She said as she picked up the purple one. “And this one means you allow anal play.”
 
I gulped as I pictured which I would tell her to use… If I ever decided to use the yellow insert. God this sounded so surreal!
 
“But as a red girl… The only real choice you have is…” she said as she picked up 2 more. She showed me the green one first. “You allow them to make you masturbate. Or…” she said as she showed me the grey one. “You don’t allow it. If you feel shy about undressing… Then don’t wear the red tag at all and just stay with the black one. That will signal that you aren’t ready to jump in. That you are just here to enjoy and meet potential hypnotists.”
 
I swallowed hard. She had a point. If I really wanted to be safe, I should remove the red tag. But then again… I would never get to experience my kink if I didn't jump in. I took a deep breath and smiled.
 
“That’s fine… I’ll keep the red tag… And… Let’s use the green one too.”
 
“Very bold! I can certainly think of a few hypnotists that would be interested in meeting you. If you want my advice… Don’t stick with the first one that grabs your attention. Explore… Let them prove how talented they are.”
 
“So… Do you allow hypnosis at these parties?”
 
“Yes we do.” She said with a smile. “But all hypnosis sessions are to be done in the quiet chambers. Would you like to know how they work?”
 
“Yes.”
 
“You need to know that this is a safe place. So naturally, the Owner has thought up a system to let the subject feel at ease.” She said as she reached under the table and took out a sort of remote control. “This is an alarm trigger. If, for any reason, you feel like the hypnotist is trying to guide you down an induction you aren’t comfortable with, press the handle here.”
 
The remote had a long handle and she had to use her whole hand to press the handle down in her palm.
 
“Once you do, it becomes a sort of dead man switch. When the handle is pressed like this, a signal is sent to us. We won’t interfere, but we will be monitoring your quiet room. If you let go of the handle…” she said as she let go.
 
I jumped in surprise as a bright light and a loud buzz erupted in the room.
 
“Your quiet room won’t be so quiet. For most inductions, that will be enough to snap you out of it. The hypnotist that is trying to put you under will be trying to make you relax so if your grip relaxes as well…”
 
“I trigger this alarm and it startles me. Got it.”
 
“Of course, it isn’t full proof and there are ways around it. So if you find yourself being harassed by a hypnotist and you fear they might try to take you without your consent, please, tell one of us immediately.”
 
I swallowed. She had just expressed my deepest fear. I wanted to open myself to experience erotic hypnosis so bad… But I was deadly afraid of letting a hypnotist inside my mind. I was scared of falling prey to the wrong kind of hypnotist… Being unable to break free as he hypnotizes me again and again.
 
Of course, I wanted that… But with a hypnotist I trusted.
 
“Does it happen a lot?”
 
“Not anymore.” She said with a smile. “Like I said, we vet the hypnotist as well as the subjects. We can’t control what happens after our parties, but while you are here, you can rest assured that you are safe.”
 
“That is good to hear.” I said.
 
“Now… As a subject… You are NOT allowed to try and hypnotize anyone.”
 
“What? Why would I?”
 
“Either to please a hypnotist… Or maybe you are operating under a trigger of some kind… Or even… You’ve answered all our questions in such a way that we tagged you as a subject, but in fact, you are a hypnotist. Trying to pass as a subject.”
 
“Woah… I didn’t think people would try that…”
 
“Some of them counted on that and managed to do it.”
 
“Why?”
 
“Because… For a crooked hypnotist, our parties are chock full of eager subjects that are easily tricked into becoming their obedient little toys.”
 
“What if the subject wanted to become an obedient little toy?” I said as I squirmed.
 
“The key word there is WANTED. Some crooked hypnotists get off on forcing that mind set on others. Desires are desires and we don’t judge. But it can’t happen here under our roof. Whatever happens after is a whole other story.”
 
“Got it.”
 
“Well Sophie…” she said as she closed the box. “I only have one last question for you.”
 
“Go ahead.”
 
She turned to me and gestured toward the door.
 
“Would you still like to enter?” she asked with a smile.
 
“Oh yes!” I said, maybe a little too eagerly.
 
She moved to the door and slowly turned the knob. God this was exciting! I had read about this happening on different blogs and spoke with a lot of people that said they had been to one. I didn’t believe it really existed! A party designed to let erotic hypnotist and subjects meet? Sounds ludicrous! But the more I found out about it, the more I wanted to participate.
 
Right behind that door… There were loads of people… Just like me… Eager to experience their kink first hand…
 
“Mask please.” Ashley said. “We wouldn’t want your identity to be discovered on your first visit…”
 
My mask! I quickly put it on my face and tied the elegant string around my head. My heart was pounding. Who would I meet in there? Would anyone even want to talk to me?
 
My mind was going through all the delicious possibilities as I watched the door open…