Spying on the Hypnotist Next Door
by The Traveling Master
Living in the big city was awesome! It wasn't glamorous… But I loved it!
There was so much to see and experience! I just couldn't get enough!
I moved into my humble studio apartment when I finished college in the hopes of getting my big break as an artist. All my teachers loved my work, but I always had trouble advertising myself in a way that would attract potential employers. What can I say? I'm more than a little shy…
I was currently doing grunt work for an ad company, which wasn't all that bad in itself, but it didn't feed my creativity at all. I still continued to create my own work, but I barely had enough time to really get into it. If I worked one job, then I would be able to make ends meet and have plenty of time to indulge, but as it was, I had to bar-tend a few nights a week to make sure I kept the loan sharks at bay. Such was the reality of my life with the student loans I had to pay off. Anyway, everything in my life was pretty normal...
Until I started to spy on the guy living across the street. One floor down…
Before my story degenerated into a real life 'rear window' type scenario, I have to say that I wasn't in the habit of spying on my neighbors. I actually only found out about him because of my job. Part of the grunt work I do for the ad company is to polish up and even design minor ads for any number of the thriving subcultures here in the city. From obscure music bands to small theater productions, we offer a platform to help boost visibility. I usually get assigned to one-time events or shows. Designing a poster with all the info you need to be there and such.
Sometimes I get a pitch for what the client wants as a look. Some pictures of what he or she would like the poster to look like. The projects come with all the information they wanted posted as well as all the client's information. Like billing and the address to ship the finished product to.
As I opened up that particular project, I immediately bit my lip in anticipation. You see… I have a big confession… I have a very real… Very STRONG fetish for hypnosis…
The project was for a hypnotist looking to create an ad for his show. I felt butterflies in my stomach as I looked over his personal information and realized that he lived right across the street…
I couldn't believe it! Out of all the artists working here, the one with the hypno-fetish ended up with his project. What were the odds of that happening? I read his description and what he wanted for his ad. Pretty basic stuff... I smiled as I thought that I could probably dig into my own art to make his ad really stand out. I had done a lot of private stuff I kept to myself. Art I only did as an outlet to my fetish. All about hypnosis… Ideas weren't going to be a problem.
He lived on my street! I still couldn't wrap my head around it. I checked with the online map and sure enough, he lived in the apartment building across from mine! I couldn't stop myself and I checked him out online. To my great delight, there were a few YouTube videos from his shows.
He looked pretty good!
The video I ended up opening had him use volunteers to go through all sorts of funny acts and trope filled suggestions before the main event. He brought out his own assistant to really show off his skills. He said that only after repeated sessions was he able to bring his assistant to perform like she was.
I had to bite my lip again. Maybe I should have waited to be back in the safety of my own apartment before looking him up. I couldn't be caught at work like that! What if someone noticed I was aroused? Sure I could pass it off as research for his ad if no one noticed how aroused I was getting, but as I crossed my legs, I confirmed my fears…
I was already pretty goddam wet!
I looked around and all my co-workers were engrossed in their own projects, which thankfully meant no one had noticed.
Maybe... Maybe I could get away with it until this video ends…
I continued to watch as he took her deeper. He eventually had her lie down on a series of benches. I had seen this stun before. I listened as his soft voice started to guide her mind. He made her believe she was a living bar of steel. So strong and straight… After a few more deepening sets, he removed all the benches from under her! Except for the ones located under her neck and feet. She didn't bend an inch!
I knew it was probably all a trick since he used his 'personal' assistant to finish his show. It surely was some type of illusion… But I didn't care because in my mind, I imagined it was real…
I craved it to be real.
I had spent so many hours fantasizing about being hypnotized. To have someone control me so completely that he could make me believe my muscles were made of steel… I almost shivered as my arousal sent goosebumps along my skin. The video ended and I saw there were a few others available online. I was tempted to watch them too, but I decided to wait and just concentrate on my work. It wasn't easy though, I had a lot of projects due to be done by the end of the week and his ad wasn’t one of them. What made things worse was that my mind kept going back to the video and a few times during my shift, I found myself wanting to throw caution to the wind and watch it again.
Lucky for me, I managed to resist.
Now… I'm not too proud of what followed, but I couldn't help myself.
Almost as soon as I got back home, I started to scan the building across the street. Hoping I would figure out which apartment he lived in. When the closest windows were ruled out, I went fishing through my stuff for a pair of binoculars. I stayed up late that night to keep a sort of vigil. Taking notes on where he wasn't and where he could be.
Like I said… Not too proud of myself… But I was so curious!
After a week, I was ready to concede that he probably lived on the other side of the building where I couldn't see his apartment from my own. Which would have been a good thing. Right? I was getting obsessed and that's never good. Every night I would keep watch of all the windows next door while also watching videos of his shows.
And other hypnotists…
I was getting addicted again… I couldn't help it! I had struggled with it when my fetish for erotic hypnosis first flared up in college. Like any young adult, my libido had skyrocketed. I kept telling myself I wasn't really into hypnosis and that what I was feeling was just some sort of confusing hormonal glitch in my mind. But one night, while I was surfing the World Wide Web, I found my first erotic hypnosis video. I was immediately hooked. Night after night I searched for other videos and even stories about erotic play. I was forced to admit that it wasn't hormonal or some freak arousal.
I REALLY like this stuff.
So down the rabbit hole I went…
I was too scared to actually indulge it for real, so I would spend nights masturbating myself into a pleasure stupor while watching girl after girl fall prey to the charms of a pendulum. A watch… A necklace… In truth, I even started to draw mesmerized girls being made to do all sorts of naughty and erotic things.
I even did a few self-portraits on the subject… Which I burned before anyone would get a chance to see them of course.
Thinking back, that was probably what fueled my creative side the most. Maybe that was also why I was so shy about my art…
Anyway…
It got to a point where I would surf my phone in class, at work, in the back seat of a bus… I almost got caught a few times and I was so embarrassed that it made me question if this entire obsession was getting unhealthy. So, I started to move away from it. Or tried to at first…
I got it under control during the last semester and kept it that way until I had to work on his ad. That first week… Well… I dove deep into my desires and couldn't seem to stop myself. I felt like I was back in college! When Friday arrived and I still hadn't figured out where he lived, I put away my binoculars and made a point to stop this madness once and for all.
I had to work at the bar on Friday and it was just what the doctor ordered. It took my mind off my hypno-kink and I was able to enjoy my night like I always did. I turned down the usual drunken guys too clueless to know that you don't hit on the barmaid because she is flirting with you. I made my usual tips and was completely drained when we did the last call. We closed up and I went home.
If only I had just gone to my room and went to sleep…
I got in my apartment and hydrated. I walked in my kitchen as I drank and as I went by the window, I saw a few lights were turned on in the building across the street.
I should have turned away and gone to bed.
But I didn't… No… Instead, I stopped drinking and sat down. I started to look at the windows and some had the blinds closed, but others didn't. I reached in my drawer and took out my binoculars. A part of me knew I shouldn't be nosing around like that, but another part of my tired brain still craved to see him. To know where he lived…
On the very top floor, I got my first taste of voyeurism when I spotted a couple fucking against the window. They were high up and I couldn't see clearly, but there was no doubt about what they were doing. The man was taking her from behind as her tits kept smashing against the window. She was far away, but I could see by her open mouth, meaning that she was probably probably moaning pretty intensely. I watched them until they moved further inside and that was that.
I almost giggled.
Without realizing it, my hand had dropped to my pants and I was lightly rubbing myself through the fabric. Just a little stimulation to stoke the fire inside me...
"Who else was being naughty?" I wondered.
I scanned the other windows and fell upon a man looking at porn on his computer. I laughed. Why didn't he close the blinds better? I only observed him long enough to make sure it wasn't the client I was looking for. I giggled again when I noticed he was watching some type of fetish video where both participants were wearing what looked like mascot heads. But it wasn't him. So I moved on with my late night search.
I had gone through all the lit windows and was about ready to go to bed when a light came on in the apartment right across from mine. One floor down…
If there ever was a moment where I could have saved myself from my own desires: that was it. If I had just given up a few minutes before… Put down the binoculars and went to bed… I would not have found him. I would have gotten my little addiction under control. Eventually…
But I didn't. I lifted up the lenses and peered into the apartment. I recognized him immediately. I had almost memorized his face over the last week.
Again… Not too proud…
I looked away, suddenly realizing how I was acting. Was I really becoming a stalker? I looked at the binoculars in my hand and I had to smile. Maybe I was… I was still debating with myself when I saw, from the corner of my eye mind you, that he wasn't alone.
His blinds weren't completely closed and I could see he had a date. A very sexy date… Was it his girlfriend? Or was she simply his date? It was pretty late, so my mind assumed it was the latter. I looked on with my binoculars and saw him get her a drink. They danced a little, his hands on her hips as hers were behind his neck. They looked in each other’s eyes as their bodies moved to the slow beat filling the room.
Or so I imagined.
I had no way of knowing if there was actual music, but in my overcharged mind, there was. Something slow… Sensual… They rocked back and forth for a while and I found myself swaying with them. They both looked to be smiling. They made for a cute couple… Almost romantic… The perfect ending to a perfect night maybe…
But my mind didn't want to see that scenario… If I was honest, a big part of me thought he was swaying to hypnotize her. And maybe… Hypnotizing me…
Time passed and I was content to watch them while I slowly circled my sacred lips… But the scene finally changed. Something happened that felt like a nail being driven in my coffin. Sealing my fate.
I saw his arm lift next to her ear. His fingertips were touching in such a way that was obvious to me he was about to snap them. My heart started to race. Did he really…
My thoughts trailed off as I saw them snap. I couldn't hear it, but in my mind, it was like I heard it resonating in my bones. To me, I heard his fingers make the loudest sound I ever heard. In the silence of my apartment, it felt like I could hear the snap echo off the walls…
In that split second, my mind went to all my wildest fantasies. Hoping…
I gasped as I saw her slump forward in his arms. Oh my god! Did I dare believe what I was seeing? I watched in rapt attention as he seemed to be talking in her ear as he held her lifeless body. He continued to sway, ever so slowly… I didn't realize it, but I was biting my lower lip again. Hard…
After what seemed like an eternity, he lifted his arm again and snapped his fingers. He was in an apartment across the street, but it was like I could FEEL the snap again… Hear it echo in my mind… I gasped as I saw the girl come back to life.
What did he tell her? What would he make her do?
A million questions cascaded in my aroused mind as I continued to watch. My fingers were inside my panties... I was so wet already… This was so wrong… For her… For me… For him… I had no right to spy on them. He had no right to take her… Or did he? Was she like me? Did she WANT to be hypnotized? Controlled…
I would never know…
I felt myself reach the edge of my inferno. Pleasure so intense you think you'll fall in and burn yourself in ecstasy. But I bit my lip harder and the pain made me reel back. I was breathing so hard… So fast… My heart was beating to the tune of a million drums, trying to push me over…
But I managed to stop myself.
What followed was simply exquisite. The girl pushed him away until he fell back on his couch. She then started to sway in a very different way. By the way her hips rocked from side to side, I could only imagine what fantasy she was made to enact. Was she in her own made up world? Was she being made to think she was an erotic dancer?
One thing was certain, she wanted things to escalate. Fast…
Her hands didn’t lose any time as she started to caress her curves over the fabric of her dress. Squeezing her tits… Presenting them for his viewing pleasure. But her teasing didn't last very long as her hands started to peel off her dress. Her bra soon joined it on the floor after a few sways of her hips, which never stopped their enticing sway. Her thumbs hooked themselves in the waistband of her panties as she turned her back to him. Ass facing him, she bent down low while she slowly rolled them down her legs.
And then she stopped moving.
Frozen in place… Half bend over, which was giving him a perfect view of her shapely ass. He got up and moved next to her. I saw his hand caress her back slowly. I started to picture I was her, feeling his hand on my bare skin. I could almost FEEL it...
I felt goosebumps erupt all over my back as I watched him move from her back to her breast. He cupped them gently, seemingly squeezing them with great care. He even bent down to kiss her head! He moved away from the window and she was left standing there, basically naked….
My treacherous fingers were threatening to make me cum as I watched to see if she would move. What was going through her mind? Was she even able to think? Did she know what he was doing to her while she was frozen? Or would she continue as if nothing happened? Was she… Mindless?
My bottom lip was hurting so bad… I could feel my teeth digging into my flesh… Pain and pleasure… The battle was harsh…
I saw a flash of light illuminate the apartment. Then another… He came back into view with a rather large camera. He no longer had a shirt on and I could see, to my delight, the toned muscles he was hiding. In the silent night, the sudden flashes looked like lightning… Shining an intense light for a fleeting moment in time… Captivating my gaze as he took shots of her naked body from every angle.
I couldn't believe I was a witness to this! I had seen so many erotic videos. I could tell that most were staged of course, but it didn't matter to me. It was all supposed to be a fantasy anyway. But this… This was not staged at all! They looked alone in there! He was just… Playing with her!
God that turned me on…
My private little show went on as he started to move her frozen body in pose after pose. Like she was a mannequin. Through the lens, I could see his hands caress and cup every inch of her body. The goosebumps came back as I imagined his hands all over me… Like I could feel his touch from across the street…
The scene finally evolved. She suddenly started to move again and it was like she had never been frozen. She picked up right where she was and finished pulling down her panties. She swayed some more and twirled her underwear around her finger before throwing them at his face like she was a stripper. She probably believed she was… An erotic dancer trying to entice her client… She danced naked for a long while. Never missing a beat of the music she was dancing to.
Was there even music playing in his apartment?
I could see her hands caress her curves as she swayed. The few glimpses of her face made me realize her eyes were closed. Like she was in her own little world... As for him, I could clearly see his hand was slowly stroking his erection through his pants.
This was so wrong… I knew it… But I couldn't tear myself away…
Then he started to really play with her. He would snap his fingers and she would become immobile again. In whatever pose she was in. He snapped again and she would continue to dance as if nothing happened. Again and again he froze her as he admired her body. Taking a few pictures as he went.
As for me… I was edging… Ever closer… My hand was almost cramping up… God I wanted to be the girl in the apartment…
But I just watched…
He was up and standing behind her now. They were both facing the window and I could see his lips moving. No doubt giving her even more instructions... But I was wrong… I saw her chest start to heave… She looked like she was starting to breathe hard as she kept perfectly still. He wasn’t touching her… He was just standing behind her… Whispering in her ear…
What was he saying to her? Was she in a trance? Was she awake? What was making her so aroused?
Her eyes suddenly snapped open and I could see her start to mumble. Or I thought she was mumbling because I couldn't say if her lips were forming words or moans… She didn't have a blank expression or anything, but she was looking outside. Her eyes seemed locked on a faraway point. As if she couldn't look away…
Then her lips stopped mumbling…
He had cupped her left breast. Through the lens, I could see his index and thumb as he pinched her nipple.
Her mouth opened and at first, I thought it was a scream of pain… But I was wrong… Her whole body started to shake like… Like she was about to cum!
I felt my own orgasm rear its delicious head, demanding to follow suit. But I kept it at bay… I didn't want to miss anything!
I saw him release her nipple and she looked like she calmed down. Until he pinched her again… My horny mind was filling in the blanks as I watched. He was surely using her nipple as an orgasm trigger! Squeezing it to bring her to the brink before releasing it again… And her… Helpless in her frozen state… Letting it happen… Unable to stop him from playing with her pleasure…
I almost came again… I had to bite down on my lip hard to prevent the coming tidal wave.
He toyed with her orgasm for a long while before finally cupping her right tit. And pinching her other nipple… I could almost hear her scream as the orgasm ripped through her body. I could plainly see it. She twitched and convulsed as he held her up, still pinching her nipples.
It was so hot…
She finally collapsed in his arms and he kissed the top of her head gently. He picked her up and moved towards another room. The blinds were closed. Was it his bedroom? The light went out and the show was over…
Was he going to fuck her? Play with her some more? I never knew…
God how I wanted to be that girl…
Needless to say, I finally opened my mouth to let the moan escape from its prison. Like taking the wrong piece in a jenga puzzle, my resistance came tumbling down and the pleasure started to cascade and build on itself. I pictured myself in his arms… So very helpless as he played with my mesmerized mind. Toyed with my body…
As the wave of bliss started to overwhelm me, my hand was furiously rubbing as my body started to jerk uncontrollably. The drug-like pleasure invaded my veins as the orgasm finally took me to my special place. The only time my mind became quiet and…
Mindless…
For that sweet explosive moment, there was only the pleasure… Nothing else…
I came back down from it reluctantly, but happy. It was one of the best orgasms I had felt in a long time. I smiled as I foolishly compared my strong orgasm to being mindless and hypnotized. Was it even the same?
I touched my lower lip with my fingertips to feel the throbbing pain that lingered. I had lost my touch… I used to be so good at controlling my own edge. I looked across the way to the dark apartment and felt warm all over again. God that was so hot… I kept putting myself in her place… Being made to undress… Freeze… Made to orgasm in front of the open window… For anyone to see…
What else would he make her do in there?
I pushed it out of my mind and went to take a cold shower. I knew myself too much to do anything else. I knew that if I didn't calm down, I would just masturbate again in my bed. No… I needed a cold shower. Even then… I couldn't help but wonder what else he was making her do…
The thing about him was that the girl I saw was not his girlfriend. Or his assistant… In fact… the very next night, I saw a completely different girl come home with him…
And to my great delight and torture, she looked like she was being hypnotized too…