Chapter 1: The Rules
I hated the nervous, soupy feeling that was in my stomach. I wish it had been more specific. Was I nervous? Scared? Excited in a good way? In a bad way? It was a total mystery to me.
My face was pale as I stood outside of the classroom door, willing myself to open it. Lately, these lessons had been getting serious. More and more emotionally involved. Cherry always told me I’d need to suppress ‘inhibiting emotions’ like fear in this line of work, but that wasn’t something you learned to do in a day.
Now finished with all of our hypothetical work, we were moving onto more practical lessons; having exercises involving the use of hypnotic abilities. Cherry had insisted we start with resistance, telling me that attacking others was useless if I didn’t know how to defend myself first. Part of me wanted to hate it, being hypnotized by her to do some pretty humiliating things, but another part of me….
I pushed the door open before I could finish that thought.
When I walked in, she’d been in her usual place, standing next to a red, leather bound chair in the middle of the classroom. The classroom was totally dark, save for the lights hanging just above her. Cherry had always insisted on theatrics. I assumed she had some kind of background in stage shows because it seemed so ingrained into her.
When she’d started giving private lessons at the school here, Cherry had made it clear she needed a certain environment to do so. This classroom was like a large playroom to her. The walls were painted a glossy black, blinds were pulled over the windows, blocking out most of the light. The lights hanging on on the ceiling had been modified by her. They no longer were controlled by the switch on the wall, but rather a wireless switch she kept on her constantly. And of course, everything was kept in darkness except for whichever part of the room we were using.
My teacher had a few extravagant outfits she liked to use, but this one was more subtle; a white blouse with a navy brooch to match the color of her polka-dot skirt. Her ginger hair was pulled back into a ponytail, showing off her freckled face, and she was wearing some very stylish heels. She was slightly chubby, not being the most athletic person, but pulled it off very well.
“Hi Cherry. Evening.” I said with a slight smile as I walked into the mostly empty classroom. “How you doing?”
She smiled at me, and gave her usual ‘wave + wink’ greeting. “Magnus! So lovely to see you again, sweetheart!” I blushed a little bit at the nickname, but said nothing about it.
As usual, I walked over to the chair in the middle of the room, and sat down. Once I had set my backpack at my feet, I leaned back. I had originally been very intimidated by her, as she put it, ‘style of working,’ but now that I’d been taking these lessons multiple times a week for the better part of a year, I was a little more used to it. “Nice to see you again too. Oh,” I made a face as I suddenly remembered. “I have the homework you assigned last week.” I then rifled through my bag before pulling out a two-page paper briefly outlining one or two resistance methods to each of the seven major hypnosis techniques I’d learned earlier this month in the last few lessons. I set the paper in my lap. “Would you mind if I gave it to you at the end of class? I might need these for notes today.”
Cherry shook her head, and smiled sweetly, standing in front of the chair and looking down slightly to meet my eyes. “I’m glad you’ve come prepared Magnus, you’re learning very quickly. Now, you’ve already proven yourself as a very powerful persuader, love. But your mental defenses are a bit lacking.” She said this with a smile, as if trying to cushion the blow. As she spoke, she moved, walking around to the back of the chair. “But I’m so proud of you! Very, very proud of how you’re coming along! You’re getting better and better at resisting you know! You lasted a whole five minutes last time.” As she spoke, she started to knead her fingers through my hair, lightly massaging my scalp. It was soothing.
I blushed a bit more at her statement of pride, unable to stop myself from smiling. The truth was, I thought I’d been doing pretty badly at these classes, considering how they took a lower priority to my main college courses. But she just said she was proud of me, so I must’ve been doing better than I thought!
That pleasant surprise was enough to get me to lower my guard. “Thanks.” I said in a grateful tone. “Well, you know, I’d never be able to anything like this without your lessons.” I was too focused on her compliment to remember why I should never, NEVER let her touch my head. A warm, relaxing sensation was starting to come from her fingers, going through my skull and right into my brain. And warmth always helps muscles relax, and lose tension.
My face slackened, and I heard a childish giggle from Cherry. “Yes, I know little one…” Oh no, it was happening. She was pressing and massaging my head with much more force now, as if shaping my brain like a lump of dough. It was getting…so much harder to think…it felt so good to let go, even in spite of the embarrassing things I knew she’d make me do. It just felt…so…good…to give…iiiiiiiiiiiin…
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And he was out. Still massaging his head with one hand, I reached into my shirt pocket and pulled out a stopwatch. My little student here had managed to stay awake for two minutes and forty-four seconds. And if I was being perfectly honest, that probably had more to do with the length of the induction than his resistance ability.
Resetting the stopwatch, and putting it back into my pocket, I looked down at the chair beneath me.
I had really outdone myself this time, my little Magnus was completely in my power. His whole body was slack, his eyelids were slightly drooped over two INCREDIBLY unfocused eyes, and his mouth was slightly ajar. Already drool was starting to leak out, and the smallest smile was creeping out at the tips of his mouth. Yep, he was taking a luxury vacation in wonderland right now, his mind floating in the void all thralls’ minds did when they hadn’t yet been given orders. Chances were that on some deep level, he knew this trance wasn’t going to work out for him. He was just too happy to care.
“Ugh, you do all the homework, and read everything fine, but you can’t see a hypnotist coming for you unless they announce their arrival.” I said in a slightly disapproving tone. I swiveled around so I was standing in front of him, never taking my hands off of his head. I continued to project some deepening signals through my hands and into his brain as I did this, wrapping more and more of my puppet strings around him. “Now, what to do to teach a cutie like you a lesson? Something you’re not likely to forget.” I mused aloud.
Magnus really was a good student for the most part. He had clear enthusiasm for the subject, and, despite other classes getting in the way, had a good work ethic to back it. Just like his Mother (an old friend of mine and actually the one who found me and set up these lessons, but that’s a story for another time), he was excellent with his hypnotic speech. When he put his mind to it, he could focus so much power onto his tongue, that sometimes even I found myself hanging onto his words. I mean, other than him flat-out never being able to grasp certain concepts, like resistance, he was an above average student.
He was also decent looking. But in more of a cute way than a hunky way. His brown, shoulder length hair complemented his sharp, pale face quite well. He could look very authoritative when he wanted to, which was a useful skill for a potential hypnotic master.
But I’m getting sidetracked here, I needed to think of what I was going to make him do. The little telepathic fibers I had in his head were telling me that he had about as much free will as a houseplant right now. It was time to act. What to do, what to…
A positively devilish grin came onto my face as I decided on my course of action.
Focusing back on the view of his mind my hands gave me, I started to project some more detailed signals into him. They were like a mix of feelings and images. Following my lead, Magnus would now find the warm, relaxing feelings start to move closer in on him, surrounding him. When conveying orders telepathically through touch like this, it was always important to use images. I didn’t have the benefit of words at my disposal, so I had to instruct Magnus in a way he’d understand in this state.
At my command, the warm, relaxing feelings got closer and closer to Magnus, becoming somewhat tangible to him. Focusing inward on his mind, I projected the image of these feelings wrapping around Magnus, and constricting him, like a tight cocoon. This mental cocoon wrapped itself around the part of Magnus’ mind that was his personality, and pushed it to the side. I wasn’t removing him entirely, just putting him out of business for a bit.
With his personality pushed to the side like that, there was enough room in his head for a new personality. An entirely new character could be placed onto him right now, and he’d assume the role without question, while retaining all of his knowledge. Is this making sense to all you non-hypnotists reading this?
I thought for a second about what role I’d make him play, before deciding to go with an old favorite of mine. Concentrating, I started to fill this new empty space in his head, projecting a series of images, behaviors, preferences. Everything that makes a person a person.
After a few seconds of this, I saw him stir. He was starting to take to this new personality. Now that he was getting more lucid, I could use my classic technique for personality-switching. “Oh you’re waking up!” I exclaimed in mock surprise, “There’s my good girl! Can you recite your rules for me, cutie?” I cooed in an overly childish voice. I gave him a kiss on the forehead as I said this, using my hands to mould his brain and give him the rules he needed to recite, and then follow.
He blinked and became fully lucid again almost instantly. He give me an enthusiastic smile. “Sure I can!” he exclaimed in a voice that was a little higher pitched than usual. Good, good, I was making progress. “Rule Number 1: My name is Mary, and I am a smart young woman” He announced this almost victoriously, his voice getting squeakier by the second. “Rule Number 2: Magnus is just someone I know. I am not Magnus, I am Mary. Rule Number 3: I am as female as the sky is blue. Indisputably.” He hesitated after this, probably taking a second to process all of the information I was impressing into his brain.
I smiled and nodded in an encouraging fashion. “Keep going darling, tell me those rules. Tell me who’s in charge around here.” My massaging was getting gentler now, my hands moving from his scalp to his cheeks. This was definitely starting to turn me on. The possibilities of what I could do were racing through my mind.
That was enough to get him going again. He leaned into my hands like a puppy enjoying being pet, and continued to recite his new mantras. “O…of course. Rule Number 4: Cherry is the queen of the world. I must do what she says to the full extent of my abilities, and anticipate her orders ahead of time so I can serve her before she gives them.” He was staring at me with more admiration now, as if speaking the rule made it real for him. “Rule Number 5: My Queen always speaks the truth, and never lies. If she says something, then it’s true.” After saying this, the young man went quiet for a second. I knew why; this next rule was always a bit tough on him.
“Rule Number 6,” He finally said, in a tense, uncertain voice. His face scrunched up slightly in confusion. “That’s not a penis I feel between my legs. I am as female as the sky is blue, and females don’t have penises, it’s…it’s my…” He trailed off, I could see the conflict in his eyes.
I giggled a bit, and leaned in a little closer to him, once again kissing him on the forehead. “It’s your c-c-c-?” I prompted, trying to coax the answer out of him
Even after this, he was quiet for a few seconds. I could feel the mental gymnastics he had to do for this one, disregarding reality on an entirely new level. “…c-c-clitter…cli…clit.” He finally spat out. “Rule Number 6: That’s not a penis I feel between my legs, I’m as female as the sky is blue, and females don’t have penises, it’s my oversized clit. It being so big makes it extra sensitive.” He had to pause again for a good while after that, while his normally cisgendered male mind tried to figure out what having a vagina and a clitoris was like.
Finally, it was time for the last one. My hands were starting to get sore from how much they’d been moving. “Rule Number 7: Mary’s time with her Queen is girl time. Magnus is an icky boy, and doesn’t need to know anything Mary does with her Queen. I’ll only tell Magnus the stuff my Queen wants me to tell him.” And with that declaration, all the rules had been recited. The person sitting in front of me was now Mary, and Magnus was just a faint wisp in her head. To put the ribbon on the present, I patted his leg and gave him another quick kiss on the cheek.
It was done. No more Magnus, just Mary.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/99ym7s/cherrys_guide_to_being_a_master_hypnotist_part_1