The Buxom Beguiler: Stage Hypno-titnosis

Part One: Setting the Stage Show

Underneath the casino stage lights, she stood in front of a line of empty chairs and smiled up towards the middling sized audience. There were couples of various ages, tables of solo guests, and groups of friends and parties. There were more than enough people to make the show, more than enough people to help her get and keep her energy up for the spectacle.

“Hello everyone, my name is Kerri Lang, The Buxom Beguiler, and I’m going to be your hypnotist for the evening.” She put on her broadest stage show smile and let her gaze become loose and affected, as thought she was looking everyone in the eyes all at once. 

She also shifted slightly to ensure her chest jutted out even more than it naturally did.

“In just a moment I’m going to need a few volunteers to come up on stage and help me demonstrate just what hypnosis can do, but before I do…”

She let the end of her sentence trail off and her smile become a smirk, “…this is going to be an R-rated show, so if any of you have snuck in here while your parents are playing the tables, this is your last chance to sneak right out, that’s it, that’s right you three there, you’re already feeling the need to get up and move, and it’s okay that you don’t know why, you don’t need to know, you just know you need to go, and have a wonderful time at the arcade boys.”

The audience watched in murmuring approval as three underage kids stood up and walked out the back with an almost dizzying look of confusion on their faces.

There was mild and polite applause.

“I’ll be honest everybody,” Kerri’s gown was silver, sequined , and strapless, and as she continued to speak into the microphone she let her free hand fall to her considerable cleavage, “there’s a few in every crowd. And make no mistake, the power of suggestions overwhelmed them and took them right out that door.”

“One of the problems with being the world’s bustiest stage hypnotist is that well,” her free hand moved up to her shoulder as she laughed and smiled again, “well sometimes it makes hypnosis a little too easy.” 

She paused and let the joke start to settle.

“Ladies, I think you know what I mean.”

More than a few women in the crowd snickered a little and a few poked and prodded their partners. A few of the girls from the bachelorette party that was up front hooted loudly, and Kerri gave them a knowing and re-affirming smile.

“But, yes, I did compel those fine young men out the door with the power of hypnotic suggestions, and very soon, with the same irresistible urge some of you will be compelled to do and say things on stage in front of strangers that you never thought you would do.”

Her hair was long and dark black with lighter brown highlights, and it fell down to the middle of her back in wavy tresses. Her skin was a rich soft golden tan, and her eyes were a bright blue green. She was short, maybe five foot two, but her heels gave her an extra couple of inches, and between her personality and her large breasts she seemed much bigger than she was.

Under the stage lights it was hard to tell that she was half-Japanese and half white, she just appeared as exactly what she had made herself out to be: exotic and alluring.

“Now, just to be clear, hypnosis is a little bit different than the power that large breasts have over some people”, she let the audience in on the joke by making a face, “it is a state of deep relaxation and laser focus that allows us to act without critical filters and limitations.”

‘So…” she performed a mock sigh and put her hand on her hip, “I guess it isn’t too much different than letting a guy stare down your top. Ladies? Am I right?”

She was now deliberately playing to the bachelorette party, a cadre of blonde, tanned, and mildly drunk pretty girls that all probably were sorority sisters at some point in their lives too. They cheered and laughed, and clapped.

“Anyone, not just guys looking at my breasts right now, can be hypnotized. And listen boys, I should warn you there is a reason they call me the Buxom Beguiler, even if you don’t volunteer, the longer you stare at these the more likely you are to find yourself up on stage and…“ she affected a cartoonishly dramatic and mysterious voice , “…under my power.”

“Now, let’s get some volunteers.”

She looked out into the crowd and had already identified who she was going to pick for the show, but there was one other crucial part of her act. 

Kerri walked out into the crow, saying “you” to several people on her way over to the bachelorette party.

“Alright, everyone I’ve already picked, please fill up the seats from the left to the right and leave a seat on the end free. And ladies, ladies I am so glad you’ve come out tonight. Which one of you, you know other than the bride to be, which one of you is the crazy one? We’ve all got one, which one of you is the crazy girlfriend?”

Part 2: A Journalist Isn’t Investigating  

Rick Denton had seen the posters in the lobby, and since his interview had “had” to reschedule, he’d found himself with some unexpected time on his hands. Sure he could have gone and lost some money, but he’d been doing that on and off here for the last three hours.

This wasn’t the hotel he was staying at, it was just the one he’d been forced to linger around in on the whims of someone who stopped caring about punctuality and manners as soon as they’d got rich

Regardless of all that, for Rick as a reporter and as a student of humanity, a stage hypnotist who apparently advertised her ‘adult’ show and her entire persona around her remarkably large chest seemed like it would be entirely more interesting a story than the asshole he was supposed to meet.

Honestly, so far he’d been more than a little impressed with her ability to persuade those young men out of the theater. He himself was loitering by the door they ducked out of, and could see the bemused and almost vacant looks on their faces.

Now he watched a very pretty girl in a very ugly pink dress stand up and smile, then wave to the crowd to their building enthusiastic cheers. She was almost as curvy as the hypnotist, and looked like she was already more than a couple drinks deep.

‘What’s your name honey?” She was also a head taller than the hypnotist, who was holding the microphone up to her.

“I’m Sandi.” The girl’s voice was just a hint too loud, one of the marks of the begging of a really good time. It was also sticky sweet and had the slight rasp of the designated party girl.

“Sandi, thank you for volunteering honey. Can I tell you a secret? I was the wild girl in my crew too, we’re the best friends anyone can have aren’t we? Well, let’s get the show going.”

Rick watched as she led Sandi up to the stage, and as she did, she picked a few more people to fill up the open seats.

“Sandi, let’s wait here for just a second because you’re going to be my big helper for the show, after all, girls like us have got to stick together right?” As she spoke, she walked over to the other volunteers and pulled a chair across the stage and turned it so it would face the other volunteers.

‘Sandi have a seat right here. Everyone else, you guys are wonderful for joining us and we’ll all have a lot of fun very soon, but I’m going to ignore you for a little bit, but please make sure you focus on me and Sandi, infact, watch Sandi very closely, and I’ll be right with you.”

“Sandi, please have a seat right here, and focus on me while we have a little chat that I promise is going to enthrall and entrance everyone here.”

He looked at the blocking of the stage, and noticed how the hypnotist was standing between the girl, and the 8 other volunteers, angled in so she was not facing the crowd at all. It was all tilted in such a way that at the moment only the busty blond in the tight pink dress could really see the front of the stage hypnotis and her massive breasts.

They looked like what you’d guess 36 double D’s would look like.

“Alright Sandi, what I need you to do to help me is look at me, just focus on me, and you can look into my eyes if you don’t want to keep staring at my boobs, but I want you to focus all of your attention on me and answer my questions completely and honestly. Can you do that for me, and do you understand?”

Rick smiled to himself as he listened to the hypnotist’s machine gun tone. He didn’t know anything about the craft, but he could sense there was something deliberate and important about every choices the woman in the sparkly gown was making.

“Okay, yeah, sure.” Sandi was smiling and everyone could see that the pretty blonde’s eyes were constantly shifting down to the hypnotist’s very prominent breasts.

“Wonderful.” It was like they were having a very small and personal conversation that was being played big like it was an instructional video almost.

“Sandi, we’re just talking right now, but tell me the truth girl, women look at other women’s breasts just as much as men do don’t they?”

Sandi smiled and laughed, then nodded, “They do.”

“And when you’ve got great tits like you and me, we love to stare at our own don’t we?”

Sandi laughed a little as she nodded, “Yes we do.”

“Sandi, if you think about it, it might be true that women look at other women’s breasts even more than men do don’t they? Everything from fashion adds, to girls in cute tops, to even just the old stare and compare right?”

“Oh wow, hah, I guess that’s true.” From his vantage point, Rick could see Sandi smiling and genuinely laughing about this.

“And Sandi, you can’t stop staring at my breasts can you? It’s like your eyes are magnetized to my breasts now aren’t they? Like the more you try to look up or away, the more and more you just want to keep staring at them isn’t it girl?” Her tone was direct and her pace was still rapid, but it was also playful.

Sandi didn’t say anything, but everyone could see she was trying to look away to no avail.

“It doesn’t matter when this happened, it might have been as soon as you got this great look at them, but now you’re simply can’t look away no matte rhow hard you try can you Sandi?”

The pretty blonde was blushing and smiling as she laughed out a “No, I can’t.”

“Isn’t it funny how the more you try, the easier it become to just accept that you’re being hypnotized by my breasts right now? I mean, you naturally noticed them because you’re a girl with a great rack too and you were watching me, and thinking about my dress, and you were listening and following me, and then you just happened to get hypnotized by my breasts, because my breasts are very hypnotic aren’t they Sandi?”

The hypnotist paused with the mic out towards the girl, “Answer me honestly okay Sandi. My breasts are very hypnotic aren’t they?”

The blonde’s eyes were angled down to the hypnotist’s chest, “Yes they are.”

“That’s perfect, I knew as soon as I saw you that your energy and your free spirit would make you the right person to start with, the best person to help me with all oft this because I know you’re a natural. And Sandi, my breasts have hypnotized you haven’t they? After all, you’re responding to my hypnotic suggestions aren’t you, so you must be hypnotized aren’t you Sandi, because you’re the best subject I could ever want and that’s why I’m starting with you right?”

“Yes, I guess I am.” She sort of blinked and her face went a little slack as she said those words.

“I know you are Sandi, you see, my breasts can and will hypnotize anyone, and they are going to hypnotize plenty of people on stage and in the crowd tonight, but first… Sandi…”

As the look of recollection that she was being asked a question started to creep across the dazed and enthralled girl’s face, the hypnotist snapped her fingers and said, “Sleep Sandi, eyes closed and deep sleep for me now. You can just stay fast asleep until I touch you on the shoulder and say your name again.”

Then, Kerri, that was what the hypnotist said her name was, turned to face the crowd. “In just a second I’m going to enthrall and hypnotize everyone on stage for all of our entertainment, and they all can’t wait to be entranced just like Sandi, but I need all of your help first.”

She then started speaking rapidly again, “You see, all of you, and this is okay and you all know because we all know men and women can’t help but stare at breasts, especially these breasts, and you have been staring at my breasts, and some of you, maybe many of you, who knows, it could be all of you have found yourselves becoming enthralled by my breasts right now and those of you that have can all go to sleep.”

As she said the word sleep she snapped her fingers and repeated the word again, “Sleep.”

Rick watched about half the people in the audience tilt their heads forward and from the faces he could see, he saw a lot of blinking and a lot of momentarily confused looks.

“And wake up everyone in the audience, wake up and listen to me, listen to me very carefully. You are all out of trance, and you were wonderful for falling so quickly and easily. And this is very important, no matter how beguiled you remain by my breasts, those of you out there in the audience will not fall back into trance for me tonight, you have been hypnotized into not being hypnotized. Unlike the people on the on the stage who are all going to stare at my breasts…”

She turned around very quickly snapped her finger and said, “…and sleep. Look at my breasts and sleep.”

Sure enough, just as he saw the volunteers all close their, his phone vibrated and he stepped outside.

The interview had been rescheduled.

It was funny, there was something immensely erotic and interesting about what he had just seen and not just because the woman on stage in the sparkly dress had such large breasts for such a small frame.

Part 3: Melons for Breakfast

Rick stood in line for his complimentary breakfast down in the dining area, when he realized who he was accidently staring at.

Her hair was up, she had smart wire frame glasses on, was wearing flats, tights, a very tight gray t-shirt and a black cardigan that was coving up most of her chest, and she wasn’t wearing any makeup, but it was the hypnotist from the show.

“Excuse me,” as he spoke, he could see her processing how to respond to a stranger talking to her, “My name’s Rick Denton, I write for ‘Led Magazine’, and I saw the start of your show last night, why are you eating here?”

She smiled and sighed when she realized that the well put together, if someone scruffy man that was talking to her was not a mouth-breathing scoundrel or a fan leaning towards sycophantic appreciation of her talents.

“Is this on the record?” She smiled, her tray was pretty full.

“No, I just figured you’d get comp’ed over there.” He was, he realized after the fact, in the precarious position of maybe accidently hitting on an attractive young woman who seemed to use her noticeable breasts for her living.

An attractive young woman who probably just wanted to have her coffee eat her breakfast, and start her day.

“I leaned not to stay where I performed, there, well you saw my act right? It can get weird.” She smiled and chuckled, but it wasn’t the stage smile from the night before, it was a more self-effacing kind of smile, like she was laughing at her self a little bit too.

“I uh,” now it was his turn to laugh at himself, “I realized that as soon as I said hello. Listen, I’m in town for work, and I just had the worst interview yesterday with the worst person I’ve ever met. Do you want to get interviewed for Led?”

“Do you mind if I eat first?” She was laughing .

“Sorry, yeah, you know, didn’t want to come across as a creeper. Well…”

“Come and eat with me, we can pre-talk or cover basis, or get to know each other or whatever you do before you start asking me the hard hitting questions.”

Rick laughed. There was a certain charisma about her that had nothing to do with her looks, but maybe also had a little bit to do with her looks.

They sat in a corner of the room with their trays and ate. They made small talk and joked about how strange a place Las Vegas was. They were both there for business, although Kerri revealed she’d been there since pretty much right after college, and offered up that she’d been a stripper for a short time after graduation too. She’d moved out there with a guy, but that ended quickly and she’d stayed there on and off ever since, which was really only six or seven years he guessed.

They weren’t at that point where you started to ask a woman about her age, professional journalist or not.

She told him her interest in hypnosis started in college, and that she had her degree in psychology. Her interest in performance came out of stripping, and also the way she found herself using hypnosis theory in her day-to-day life as a dancer, it was where she got the idea for her breasts as a stage gimmick.

“Look, I’ll be honesty, I’ll be the first person to tell you a dirty little trick about stage hypnosis. It isn’t funny.” She sipped her coffee, looked him dead in the eye, then smiled at his polite, ‘I don’t know what to do with this’ face. “It isn’t. The first thing you learn is that you just suggest it is, and you scan the audience for people that look like they’re accepting that idea. Then you float a few more suggestions out there and see who you can land. I mean, really, who wants to watch some strangers go on stage and act like idiots for forty minutes because someone who looks like a giant disco ball tells them to?”

She took another swig of her coffee then smiled, “So, why were you at my show last night?”

“I was being jerked around by the guy I was supposed to have a sit down with and didn’t want to lose any more money at the tables while I waited for him. I caught your set-up, right through your move with the crowd, then I had to go.”

“Oh, I see, so you got the interesting part.” She was talking in between bites of honeydew and cantaloupe. However inherently sexy she was, she was also just chowing down. 

It was kind of funny that she was having melons though.

“What makes that the interesting part?” He felt like this might be something actually interesting. That wasn’t to say the idea of a hypno-stripper wasn’t compelling, it just seemed more obvious than what she was saying.

“Once you get people on stage, peer pressure and the assumption of what they’re supposed to do does all the heavy lifting. The trance is just permission to have people act foolishly without being self-conscious about it. It’s permission to blow off steam. Yeah, some people are in the kind of deep trance that lets them be free of all conscious inhibition, but most people are pretty light and are more compelled by the eyes on them and a natural sense of showmanship that enables them and encourages them to volunteer in the first place.”

Her eye were sparkling a little as she explained.

“The interesting part for me is how to set up the trance in the first place. And what I learned early on in that my boobs are always going to be in the conversation, any conversation really, so why not go with that. And I don’t want to jinx it, but you’ve been really good about not staring at them, so thank you.”

He self-consciously chuckled, “Well I am a professional. So your show’s adult and risqué? I was impressed with the bit about the kids by the way. Were they a plant?”

“No they weren’t, but they should be. Look, they were teenaged guys and I look like I do on stage, and if you shock someone and disrupt their thought process for just a second you can get inside their heads pretty easily. And with them, have you ever felt someone just staring into you, it’s like that when the teens try to sneak in.”

“But,” and this was genuinely fascinating, “you have so many people staring at you and you encourage a certain kind of, I’m sorry, is that right? I didn’t mean to…”

She cut him off, “No, it’s true, my boobs are the draw and I want people to look. But the thing is, when you read people, when you read a room, when you’re engaging with people’s energy, for lack of a better word, you can start to feel these things. It’s all non-verbal communication.”

As she said that, Rick couldn’t help but notice how great her chest looked in that top. The fabric clung to her curves, it was a deliberately tight t-shirt, not worn to hide or downplay anything.

Her cardigan had also spread to the sides or opened up more and he didn’t know if it was deliberate or not.

He felt kind of dirty in that moment, in part because she was a little too close to being a hyper-sexualized stereotype for him to be comfortable in the first place. 

She was a light eyed half Japanese woman with enormous breasts. It seemed a little ridiculous all told, but there it was. She looked like someone’s masturbation fantasy come to life, and it was distracting no matter what.

“Hypnosis can be a lot like stage magic, there’s a lot of mental misdirection that goes into making it seem like you’re being hyper-direct and hyper honest with people. And you are, but that’s part of the misdirect. You work around your honesty, you layer things in, so you can overload the mind and create state of hyper-anxiety to get the mind to enter a fight or flight state, then you just give them the easy way out with trance.” She said that in between more pieces of melon.

When she was talking, she was gesticulating with her fork and it was an easy out from feeling like he was starting to leer at her chest.

“Oh, I should be saving this for the interview proper shouldn’t I? Do you have a recorder or something?”

She smiled as he pulled out his phone.

“You’re going to want to record this part.”

He’d wished he started recording earlier, but he was going now.

“When I tell people my breasts can hypnotize them, then I have one person stare at my breasts while I hypnotize them, sometimes using eye fixation on my breasts, sometimes just by talking because you can hypnotize anyone with conversation, because words create context and thoughts, words put ideas into people’s minds and steer their thoughts, when I do this and I do hypnotize them and put them in a trance and tell everyone it was my breasts, they believe it is my breasts, so they start to expect it. Then, when I do the audience, it’s just casting a wide net but it’s that shock I was telling you about, and then when I make it over to the volunteers, the people that already want to be hypnotized, who have seen me hypnotize one person, then a room full of people with my breasts, I can drop them down just like that.”

She snapped her fingers and Rick felt suddenly felt a little, lost, or disengaged, or disassociated maybe.

“Let’s finish this up in my room, it’ll be easier to talk up there won’t it?”

“Uh… yeah… yeah… did you um…”

She put her hand over his and smiled, “If I did, you’re enjoying it, just enjoy it and follow me. After all, if I did, you know you’ll find it impossibly easy to just follow along and follow my suggestions won’t you?”

He nodded, nodded because that made sense and then he smiled as the sensation subsided just a bit and he did realize he’d just experiences a sudden jolt of hypnotic suggestion. 

“Fun isn’t it?” She was watching his face as he smiled.

They walked to the elevator and as they did she continued to talk.

“If you enjoyed that, I can show you what a very deep trance feels like, and what my volunteers usually feel like as well, it’ll help you with your article and it sounds like a good idea doesn’t it? After all, if I can snap my fingers,” and she snapper her fingers again, “and spontaneously interrupt your thoughts and put you into trance, and it feels so good and you can just enjoy it, then you know it will only feel better to have a more complete hypnotic experience won’t you?”

He wanted to shake his head like he was coming up from a nap or as though his mind was wandering in a day dream, but he just smiled and said “Yeah, that makes sense.” 

They stood in the elevator, she had not pressed her floor number and just continued to talk to him in the same machine gun pace as she did in her show.

“I know it does and now, watch the numbers on the elevator door ok, watch the numbers and as they get larger and larger you’re going to feel more and more awake and alert, and you’re going to believe you were not hypnotized. You are not going to think you were in a trance and you feel fully awake and alert when we get to my floor, but first, if you are hypnotized by the,“ she snapped again, “snap of my fingers say I am hypnotized.”

“I am hypnotized.” It felt like the right thing to say.

She snapped again, “One more time.”

“I am hypnotized.” It was getting easier to agree with her ideas and suggestions.

“Good, perfect, now, hit 35 for me and watch the numbers. See them getting bigger and bigger, and feel yourself waking up, feeling refreshed, so alert and awake, knowing we were just talking and that I did not hypnotize you, you were not hypnotized and you will believe it in just a moment when the doors open. In fact, when the doors open you will find it very easy to avoid falling into trance unless you want me to hypnotize you again. And feel it happening…” the doors opened “now.”

As Rick stood and stared at the digital display of the numbers growing larger and larger and started to feel more and more clear headed, as he listened to her, Kerri slipped off her cardigan and folded it over her arm.

When they walked out into the hall she made sure he got a good look at her in profile. “So, have you ever been hypnotized before Rick?”

He laughed a little, “No, I can’t say I have.”

“Well that’s good, because a person who has been hypnotized before can sometimes find themselves incredibly susceptible to hypnotic inductions and they can be accidently hypnotized very easily. And if we’re talking about it a lot, I’d hate to accidently entrance you. But,“ she stretched out a little bit before unlocking her room with her key card, “if you’ve never been hypnotized even though we all naturally go into trance multiple times throughout the day, you won’t have to worry about accidently sliding down into hypnotic trance for me.”

She smiled as she walked inside and held the door open for him. 

Part 4: Cranial Cleavage

Rick felt like he’d experienced a little bit of vertigo on the elevator ride up. It was probably the speed, it happened to him sometimes. He also felt a little baffled too, like how they’d gone from eating to up here as quickly as they did, or it might have been that she’d taken off her outer layer and now he had an unfiltered view of her chest in that skin tight t-shit.

It was a light gray with a black collar and black cuffs and the fabric stretched across her chest enough that he could see a little bit of her golden tan stomach. There was something about her, and it was obvious, that the more skin he saw the more overwhelming her aura and appeal really become.

He wondered how much of this aura she cultivated, and how much of it was just her natural personality. He’d met more than enough performers and famous people with public personas to know when he was being worked, but with her it was hard to get a read on her. She wasn’t guarded, but he’d met people that were seductively inviting before too, being guarded didn’t mean being distant. 

“So, since you’ve never been hypnotized I guess that means my little audience induction didn’t get you last night right?”

She’s walked over to the center of the room and was tidying up a little as she talked. She also had a nice ass he couldn’t help but stare at when she bent down to pick up a garment bag.

“No, but I saw how many people you did get. It was also pretty impressive. I’m a bit skeptical by nature I think, being a journalist, but I also wasn’t sitting down, I don’t think I thought of myself as part of the audience.”

She looked back over her shoulder at him and smirked, “So that was you back there. Well, you’re probably right, if you didn’t associate with the audience then my suggestions wouldn’t affect you the same way. That’s what I mean about being direct and then being indirect at the same time.”

She sort of half gestured towards the couch, which had just had her sparkly gown from last night on when he asked her, “Can you… hold on.”

He looked at his phone and saw that it was still recording.

She walked up to him, took him by the arm and sat him down next to her on the couch. He really did feel a little out of it, but in a weird way as he also felt like he was perfectly clear headed and remarkably focused. It was like he couldn’t make up his mind from one to the other.

“Yes I can elaborate. So in my act, like I said earlier, my real goal is to get the people on stage to act a certain way, to accept my suggestions to ignore their inhibitions and get a little wild. They know that, the audience knows that, but they don’t know why that’s why I brought the party girl up first. She’s sort of the paragon of acting foolish and uninhibited. I’m directly explaining and hypnotizing her, and everyone else is subconsciously recognizing what’s going to happen because of the other language I use.  I set her up indirectly as the model of their behavior.”

He nodded, it was making sense. It was a lot like conducting an interview really, you asked the questions that lead them to ask themselves the questions you really wanted to ask so they thought telling you was their own idea.

“And the audience bit, like I said, that’s just priming the pump for the people on stage, but now I’m just repeating myself.” As she spoke it was getting harder and harder not to stare at her breasts as he thought about the techniques she was explaining in the context of what he saw.

“It’s just like I said about my breasts too you know. They’re hard not to stare at, they’re really big and they look even bigger because I’m not really big, so I use that obviousness, the obvious fact people want to stare at my breasts to hide the fact I’m not really using them to hypnotize people. It’s just that they stare at my chest and they think it’s like the old ‘look into my eyes’ thing. But here I am, just repeating myself. It must be a habit because repetition really is a big part of hypnosis.”

Rick just nodded along with her, she had a sort of natural musical cadence to her words. “It’s fine, I don’t remember what you said before we started recording, and what you said after, so if we cover ground more than once that’s totally okay.”

“Okay then. So it was like I was saying earlier, about how if you’ve been hypnotized before it’s easier to hypnotize you again, and you’ve never been hypnotized right? I feel like I asked you that already, but I just want to make sure.”

“No, I’ve never been hypnotized before.”

He saw her smile, “And that means I didn’t hypnotize you last night, and I didn’t hypnotize you over breakfast either did I?”

“No,” he laughed a little, “no you didn’t.”

“I just wanted to make sure. Did we talk about how it might help you to be hypnotized to understand how hypnosis works and what it can do and does for people?”

As she spoke she took down and re-did her hair, causing her breasts to thrust out forward towards him as she re-did her ponytail.

“I think so, but yeah, that makes sense.”

“Okay, well if you’re okay with that we can do some trance work here just a little bit later, and we don’t have to think about it now. It’s kind of funny though, I feel like I could use some basic induction work with you, maybe even get you with a surprise induction or a rapid induction, something that could put you into a trance if I snapped my fingers and said something like sleep, but the more I think about it, don’t you think it wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t use my standard induction on you? That is, if you don’t mind staring at my chest.”

As she spoke, she moved just a little bit closer to him on the couch and her voice had become even smoother. It wasn’t softer, or slower, it wasn’t faster or sexier, it was just smoother.

“And I know I told you that my breasts aren’t really what hypnotize people, but what if they were? Could you imagine how they couldn’t help entrance someone? I bet if you weren’t here on business you’d find it impossible not to stare at them right now, and you might realize the harder you try not to stare, they easier it becomes to give in and let go, and stare.”

Just like that, Rick’s eyes were down on her breasts. They’d been there on and off for the entire conversation but now they were glued to there. Staring at the ripe round melons under her skintight t-shirt.

“And  if you’d been hypnotized by me before, if you’d been beguiled by my breasts just like anyone in my shows, you’d already be floating away in trance instead of still being here, still wide awake and clear headed, still focused and looking into my eyes while we talk, looking into my eyes while we talked, like you are right now. Right?”

Rick was looking into her blue green eyes through the lenses of her smart glasses. “Yeah, you really have a very magnetic appeal, and you know as well as anyone that, well, I mean I don’t wan to be vulgar but…” It was strange, he still felt clear headed and focused, but he also felt like he was moving on autopilot and was surprised about what he was saying.

“No, it’s okay, like I said I used to be a stripper, I have big boobs and I use them to hypnotize people all the time. I know how to make them irresistible to stare at, and you know, guys have a way of naturally responding to big breasts anyway, like they’re just naturally hypnotic, like seeing big breasts makes guys feel at least a little suggestible don’t you think?”

He nodded, his eyes were dropping to her breasts, then going back up into her eyes, and she was smiling, and getting closer and closer to him.

“And just knowing I’m a hypnotist with large naturally hypnotic breasts that I know how to use to entrance people would be more than enough to hypnotize someone who has been hypnotized before, so I’m so glad you’ve never been hypnotized by me and my breasts before have you?”

She was touching his face now, practically sitting in his lap.

“Uh, no, you haven’t. But I uh…”

She put a finger on his lips, “Sshh, you like how you’re feeling right now. You’re very cute and very smart and I really felt connected to you as soon as we started talking, and you can imagine how good that feels so easily now, feeling instantly connected to someone, someone like me, close to me, you like how it feels, you like being here, close to me, just listen and relax, listen to me.”

She kissed him, long and slow, trailing her fingers down his cheek.

“You want to stay here don’t you?”

He really did, and he didn’t even think about it, or how any of this was too good to be true.

“Good boy. There’s a new special induction I’ve been wanting to try out. It would be too easy to use on someone who I’ve already hypnotized and that’s why I’m so glad you’re here.”

She straddled him and held his cheeks in her hands.

Rick didn’t feel self conscious about the erecting that was pressing up from his pants and up against her. He didn’t even notice as she shifted slightly and bit her lip. Somehow everything in his world had split down the middle, he felt clear headed and focused, but focused on a foggy world of simply responding to what she said, like he could focus on her better because he didn’t need to think about anything else.

“You’ll help me with my new induction won’t you?” She started to massage the back of his neck and gently encouraged him to nod with a subtle touch of pressure.

It felt right to nod, right to agree, he did want to help and he was really attracted to her, and he did feel really close to her, and he did like to kiss her, but there was something else.

Of course whatever that was, it was nothing compared to have this woman straddling him.

Part 5: Induction Reduction 

“Good boy, I knew you were so sweet and so thoughtful as soon as we started talking, I knew you’d love to help me and love to be here with me. Listening, focusing, and I love how polite you were, but you can just stare at my breasts now and listen to the sound of my voice. That’s it, good boy.”

“I told you earlier that repetition is a very important part of hypnosis didn’t I?” As she asked, she started to massage her breasts.

“I know I did, so I know you’ll understand and accept everything I’m about to tell you about how deeply I’m going to hypnotize you. I just need you to take my top off form me.”

She guided his hands to her sides.

“But before you do, when you see my breasts in just my bra, you’re going to realize that they’re even more hypnotic and powerful than they were last night. The more you see of them, the more entrancing they become, and if you could touch them, if you could squeeze them and hold them, they would drain away all your thoughts right out of your body and put you into the deepest trance wouldn’t they?“ 

She had slid his hands under her shirt, so he was feeling soft skin as she spoke. He sort of nodded in agreement with a sort of automatic instinct that was both deep and alien all at once.

“Before you help me though, there’e one more little thing I need you to do. Look at my breasts. My breasts are hypnotic.”

She left his hands on her sides, down close to her hips, feeling the warmth of her skin. “My breasts are hypnotizing you.”

She started to massage her breasts over her shirt, rubbing them and pushing them together.

“My breasts are hypnotizing you.”

She felt his hands hold her sides with loose intention as his eyes became glassier and glassier.

“If you had ever been hypnotized by me before, just watching what I’m doing and hearing me say my breasts are hypnotizing you would be more than enough to completely entrance you wouldn’t it?”

She watched him nod slightly, he was almost drooling.

“I’m ready for you to help me now and I knew you would before I even asked you, now be a good boy and help me out of this top.” She smiled as he started to pull, and as soon as her red bra and tanned breasts were on display he stopped half-way. “Oh, you’re so close, you can keep helping me, just a little bit more.”

Rick felt his arms move with a sort of jolting motion and it was hard to process everything that was happening. Then, he was staring at her in her bra, and she had put her hands over his again.

“Look at my breasts. Good boy, just stare at my bra and look at the soft skin. My breasts are hypnotizing you. My boobs are so entrancing, my cleavage is so deep, and my pretty red bra just accentuates everything. Just look at then, stare at them and let go for me, fall into my cleavage and just feel yourself floating away. My breasts are hypnotizing you. Let me guide your hands, let me guide your thoughts, you want to stare and listen, you want to listen and obey me, like my voice is becoming the sound of your thoughts, just stare at breasts, and let me guide your hands. You know consciously and unconsciously that my breasts are hypnotizing you.”

Rick was following her voice and being carried along like a cloud on the breeze. He was staring at those honey golden breasts as she guided his hands around her back, “You can help me with my bra can’t you?”

As the clasp came undone after he mindlessly obeyed her and did what she asked, he saw her bare naked breasts and the world become soft static. 

He’d had an easier time unhooking her bra while in trance than he ever had while fully conscious of what hew as doing

Then slowly and silently, she brought his hands to her chest and as he gently pressed his palms against her breasts, guided by her hands, she watched his eyes fog over and then close.

Part 6: Fuck-tionation 

“Listen to me Rick, you are in a deep hypnotic trance, so deep that it’s just like what everyone thinks hypnosis is. You are so deeply hypnotized by my breasts that you want to do anything for me, and you will do anything I ask you to. My suggestions are your thoughts, and I want you to wake up now. Fully awake and out of trance for me now.”

As his eyes started to flutter open, she guided his hands back down to her lap.

“Look at my boobs Rick, my breasts are hypnotizing you.”

Kerri smiled as she saw the accumulation of everything she had said strike him instantly when his eyes locked on her nipples.

“Suck on my tits.”

As his lips started to worship her left nipple, she felt him buckle as the suggestion that touching her tits would drop him even deeper sunk into his soft malleable mind.

“Keep sucking, you hear and obey, you are twice as hypnotized as before. My nipples are so sensitive, my breasts are so soft, play with them and suck them. My breasts are hypnotizing you Rick.”

She started to rock her hips gently as her subject, totally mindless and blank and empty, played with her tits. His cock was big enough and thick enough that she could dry hump herself on him just enough that she came from the stimulation to her nipples and the friction from his bulge.

“Good boy, that’s it, all you care about is pleasing my. Worshiping my tits is all you can do, my breasts are your world, my voice is your voice.” She slid a hand between his legs to open his pants then realized it was a two handed job, especially because she would have to pull her pants down too.

“Be still, be still and passive, peaceful and calm, mindlessly melting and fading away.” She stroked the back of his head and his hands fell to his sides and his mouth stopped sucking and licking her nipple.

She undid his pants, pulled off her tights and panties, then slid down on him and felt his cock throb inside her.

She pulled his head back to her breasts “Suck and lick, squeeze and worship me, this is all you are, all you exists for, you have no will, you have no wants, no desires. You are deeply hypnotized by my breasts, and the more you worship them the deeper you fall under their influence, under my control because my breasts are hypnotizing you.”

She felt a deep stiffness in his body buckle as his movements became softer, more docile and subservient in a way that made every inch of her tingle.

“You are so deeply hypnotized, your body is my toy now, it has no desire, only the need to serve, to be played with. Your cock is just a sex toy, it will not cum, your body cannot cum without my permission. Wake up and open your eyes, wide awake and feeling wonderful.”

She smiled as Rick’s eyes opened to see that she was riding his cock. It felt strange though, he was obviously disoriented, but the strange constant numb pleasure in his cock while this busty woman fucked his brains out was even more disorienting. In those brief moments he was wholly aware of himself again he didn’t understand why he wasn’t cumming like a fire-hose. 

He felt like he was on the edge, it almost hurt to be this close.

Before he could say anything though, he saw those tits bouncing in his face, heard her say “My breasts are hypnotizing you” and everything faded away. 

“Open your eyes and wake up, wide awake for me now Rick, wide awake.” She had put her hands over his eyes to prevent him from seeing those tits and being triggered back down again but he didn’t know this.

“You can’t resist me now, awake or asleep, you’re mine now, my toy, close your eyes and stay awake, just close your eyes and follow my voice.”

She leaned forward and arched her back until her nipple pressed against his lips.  Without a word from her, his mouth parted slightly and he started to suck and kiss, and then melt back into the semi-catatonic state she was keeping him in.

Part 7: Domination and Deletion

Kerri slid off her fuck toy’s glistening cock and sighed. She’d fucked herself stupid with him and smiled as she saw that his phone was still recording everything.

She knelt between his legs and wrapped her massive tits around that cock. 

“Rick, open your eyes and wake up. When your eyes open and you see where your cock is, you’re going to cum and fall even deeper under my power than you already are. You know this is just going to happen.”

His eyes opened slowly to see his cock between those tits and he felt a crushing weight burst out of his balls and erupt from the head of his cock. Then, the unspoken realization that he was touching her mind draining breasts again consumed him so completely that he shot another full load before his eyes drifted shut to the words “My breasts are hypnotizing you.”

“Listen to me Rick, you’ve just cum away all memory of what’s happened. You’ve cum away all conscious thought and recollection of being hypnotized by my breasts, dominated by me, and used and controlled like this. You will think that we have had a very interesting and very thoughtful interview, and you won’t be able to wait to listen to our talk, but for know you’re just going to sleep and forget and surrender to the power my tits have over you.”

She picked up the phone, “Hi Rick, I’m sure you’re so confused and overwhelmed by everything you’ve just heard but that’s okay because you’re still deeply hypnotized and under my power. Right now you’re probably masturbating to what you’ve heard and what it’s woken up in you, but if you aren’t it’s time to start. And it’s also time to erase this recording. You’re already reaching to do so now, stroking with one hand and working your phone with the other. You think you don’t want to, but you can see my breasts in your mind so clearly and you know you have to. But don’t worry, I’m not done with you.”

She took a picture of her cleavage and made it his wallpaper. She’d wiped the cum off as soon as he’d erupted the second time, a picture of that would have been a little too much after all.

Then she straddled his sleeping body once again and started to stroke his cheek. She could feel his sticky flaccid cock pressed gently up against her.

“Listen to my voice and remain fast asleep. In just a moment you’re going to hear the shower running and you will mindlessly dress yourself, organize your thoughts, and wake up with no memory of what has happened. As soon as you do, you will listen to our conversation and do whatever you are told, whatever feels right and natural. You will not make any choices, you will not think about what you’re doing, you’ll just follow and obey, you will do this and you will not leave my room, you’ll just wait for me to come out of the shower no matter what you’re thinking or feeling.”

She took his hands and pressed them to her breasts, “You know this is what will happen,”

Then, Rick heard the shower running.

Rick figured he had a few minutes to listen to a little bit of what they’d covered, but before he knew it, he was pumping his cock in a stranger’s room until only a little bit of cum trickled out. Somewhere in there, as he heard the shower continue to run, he understood that was because he’d just had his wits and his balls drained by a busty hypnotist that brainwashed him into being a sex slave, but it was so abstract that he still felt like with how turned on he was it should have been a bigger load.

He wasn’t mad about anything, more confused and disoriented beyond belief.

Then, he realized he’d deleted the voice memo.

He’d killed his work, he’d destroyed his piece on her automatically, and he’d also erased her instructions to listen and masturbate, words that had left him more aroused than he’d been since puberty.

None of it made any sense.

It sounded like she’d hypnotized him over breakfast, then made him think she hadn’t, then used the fact she had to hypnotize him again by saying she hadn’t, then it felt like she was rubbing her tits in his face again as sorting out the memories was compounding the entrancing effect of what she’d done.

“Rick, be a good boy and come in here.” The bathroom door had opened, and like a penguin he walked into the bathroom with his pants sliding down around his ankles, one hand still semi-sticky with cum and the other hand still holding his phone.

He stared at her in a glassy discombobulated daze.

“Oh Rick baby, wipe off your hand on that towel right there, good boy, pull up your pants now, that’s it, and put your phone away.” Kerri smiled as he moved like a somewhat drunk puppet.

The shower had been nice and refreshing.

“Did you erase our conversation baby?”

He nodded.

She smiled, a large pale yellow towel was wrapped around her chest.

“Rick, I want you to take a deep breath in and as you breathe out nice and slow you will wake up with perfect amnesia of everything that has happened since we came into my room. You will think that I told you I needed to take a shower first, and you agreed to wait here for me because I asked you to. You will accept and believe all of this now as you start to breathe in, nice and deep…”

Part 8: Transfixed Into Transcendence

“Oh shit!”

Kerri watched as Rick blushed when his eyes fluttered open and he saw her in her towel. “I’m uh… um…”

She smiled and laughed, “It’s okay, I wouldn’t have called you in here if I didn’t want you to see me like this. Besides, I’m a little bit of an exhibitionist too remember?”

That’s right, he nodded to himself, she was a stripper. But, he’d met other adult entertainers and he knew that their comfort with nudity, whatever it was, wasn’t a universal. Just because you danced naked didn’t mean you wanted everyone to see you that way, especially in private.

“Anyway, “ she laughed, “Have I ever hypnotized you?’

Rick shook his head, “I can’t say that you have.”

“Okay, then can you explain why when I say that my breasts are hypnotizing you, you have the irresistible need to come over here and start to towel me off from head to toe?”

He didn’t have an answer as she guided his hands to her towel, then turned so he couldn’t see her breasts.

As he started to dry her back, then her ass, and her legs he couldn’t wrap his head around what was happening, “How are you doing this?”

“Oh I don’t know, “ she laughed with a lot of good natured warmth, “why don’t you tell me?”

He felt self conscious as his hands moved the towel around her  waist and between her legs, but they moved without his conscious permission, “You hypnotized me, then made me forget.”

As the towel moved up her stomach, she rested her palms on the edge of the sink and thrust her ass out just a bit. He had to press himself against her and reach round, the thick towel between his palms and her soft full breasts.

“That’s exactly what I did. I’ve gotten deeper into your mind than anyone I’ve every hypnotized, and I’ve made you do things you would never do, like erase our interview, and I don’t think you fuck on the first date do you?”

He felt a surge of dreamy foggy confusion float through his mind and body as he massaged her chest with the towel. His arching cock had come back into some semblance of life as her wet as rubbed against the front of his khakis. 

It was hard to dig up the answer to her question, “No.”

“Well,” she put her hands over his, “you just fucked my brains out. That doesn’t sound like you does it?”

She turned around, holding the towel over her chest and looking depe into his eyes.

He felt small and trapped, powerless, “No it doesn’t.”

“Well”, she dropped the towel, “it doesn’t sound like the old you, the new you is whatever I want you to be because…”

His eyes were growing very heavy as he stared at those soft golden orbs and heard her voice, “My breasts are hypnotizing you.”

“Get on your knees for me Rick, be a good boy and get down on your hands and knees.”

Through the fog of enthralled obedience he felt his body sink down and follower her commands. Then, she felt her hand on the back of his head, “You’re your eyes and crawl after me back to the couch now like a good boy.”

He did.

She didn’t say anything for a few minutes, she just sat naked on the couch with her legs spread, toying with her pussy. He watched, his eyes following her fingers, then  moving up to her breasts where she squeezed her nipples with her free hand.

Then she moaned and her hips bucked as she came.

“Rick, be a good boy and come clean up my sticky pussy, you made it so sensitive by being such a good boy for me.”

He did as he was told, and he stayed there for quite some time. All the while, she spoke to him about what he was to her and what he would be at her command.

Part 9: The Story Within The Story

“I know you’re the one interviewing me, but can I ask you a question? Have you ever been hypnotized? You said you didn’t think of yourself as part of the audience last night so that’s probably why you didn’t respond to my suggestions, so I haven’t hypnotized you before and I certainly didn’t do it when we set up this little interview over breakfast and that’s the only time we’ve ever talked, but has anyone else every hypnotized you before?”

They were sitting in a booth, enjoying the air conditioning and eating a late lunch, or an early dinner depending on how you looked at it, and his phone was on the table in between the two of them, the voice memo app was active on the screen.

“I can’t say that I have, and I don’t think I can be hypnotized. I mean, I don’t think, I’m not saying you couldn’t hypnotize me, I firmly believe that my mind won’t shut down and let me go into trance.”

He’d never really thought a lot about hypnosis before, but the way his mind worked and the way hypnosis was supposed to work, Rick just knew that was probably what would happen.

“You know, there are some people like that, “ Kerri the busty stage hypnotist had a very warm and engaging smile and it was easy to focus on her face instead of the big beautiful breasts that were stretching the fabric of that tight gray t-shirt so thin. “But most everyone can be hypnotized since going into trance is just a natural part of who we are as people and we do it all the time every day, we just don’t notice it because it’s so natural. Like breathing, we don’t really notice every breath we take do we?”

She looked every bit the academic with her smart wire frame glasses and her hair up, nothing like the glamorous performer from the night before. Well not nothing like, she still radiated a sort of inescapable sexiness.

“The trick to effective hypnosis is to use a technique that will work well with the subject. I use my breasts as part of my stage act because I know it works, but with a subject one on one, you just have to find the right technique.”

Any time she mentioned her breasts it was hard not to look down at them, but those soft inviting eyes, and that warm engaging smile always made it a very temporary glace.

“Of course, I would absolutely use my breasts to hypnotize you. Now, can you do me a favor, it’s really small, can you pause our recording for just a second?”

Rick obliged, “Something off the record?” He smiled and laughed and tried to sound charming.

“Something like that.” Her voice was pleasantly dismissive, “Look at my breasts Rick.”

His eyes went down to her full round chest.

“Just stare, just stare and relax, and as you stare and relax and your breathing becomes slower and heavier, just staring, just relaxing, you’ve never been hypnotized before, you know you’ve never been hypnotized before, just breathe deep and slow, slow and steady, focused only on my breasts and the sound of my voice. Not even my words matter now, just stare at my breasts and as you feel relaxation washing over you, that’s it, that’s right, washing over you, your hand is moving all by itself now, picking up your phone, and you can realize you’re not really control now and you can enjoy it…”

Rick’s hand did move to pick up his phone, and it was a deeply pleasant alien feeling that also felt like the most natural thing in the world.

“Just relax and find your hand moving to automatically open up your camera roll, selecting the last picture and opening it up, and what’s happening now Rick?”

He groaned as he felt an almost painful convulsion in his cock. It had swollen up like a balloon, too fast for him to even realize as he had lost himself in her voice. Now, he was looking at what he knew were her perfectly hypnotic tits and he’d just had an orgasm in his pants.

“I just… I just…” He saw her smile at him.

“You came because my breasts are hypnotizing you, now sleep for me and be a good boy.”

“You know now that it doesn’t matter where you are or what you’re doing, you are under my power and under my control. No matter what you think you remember, my words command you and the sound of my voice controls you. And of course, my breasts are hypnotizing you every time you see them.”

She would do this to him again later, over the phone and over Skype, over text messages and in person. 

Kerri Lang didn’t really have a plan for him, she just loved the power she had over him.

The End